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MR. BRETT is an artist of reputation and of remarkable industry. His pictures are popular, and meet with appreciative purchasers. He is enrolled among the Associates of the Royal Academy, and no doubt looks forward to be in due time raised to the dignity of Academician. At the request of the Fine Art Society he has this winter allowed a series of about fifty sketches painted by him on the west coast of Scotland last summer to be exhibited in the New Bond Street rooms. These sketches show that he has recently spent a long holiday among some of the most delightful scenery in the British Isles. As a man who has evidently got on in the world, looking back upon a distinguished past and forward to perhaps a still more distinguished future, he might reasonably be expected to smile pleasantly on the world that has used him so well. If the keen eyes that stand him in such good stead in landscape-painting reveal to him the weaknesses and frailties of his fellow-men, one might at least anticipate that they would wink hard at these shortcomings and rather turn to the good side of men and of things. But apparently Mr. Brett sees only too vividly what he conceives to be the impostures and ignorances around him, and his soul is stirred within him at the sight. The exhibition of his last year's sketches has furnished him with the occasion for discharging the vials of a wrath which, like that of Tarn o' Shanter's wife, he must have been nursing for a long while to keep it so warm.
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Art and Science in a New Light . Nature 35, 250–252 (1887). https://doi.org/10.1038/035250a0
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DOI: https://doi.org/10.1038/035250a0