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old gentlewoman in a plain frame , whose name is Madelena Doni , painted by one Raphael . His words were , " what truth in this countenance ! Raphael knew , like the ancients , that the mouth is the ninety-ninth part in the hundred . " He must have been an Alderman
this Signor Raphael ! If there is truth in the dowager Doni ' s face , one would wish such truth at the bottom of the well again . I wont say what her mouth may be ; but I will say that the marks must be long ago out of it . She looks quiet and sedate , however , and there is content
and composure to the fingers ' ends . The same master Raphael showed better taste in another , who surely must have been the nut-brown maid that
the song is all about . But Miss Savil is more of the lady . They have been scouring the brown beauty since I saw her first , and have got off a good deal of her tan . I don ' t know
what the great painters mean , but the worst poet in the world is worth a dozen of 'em . It : must be a scurvy poet who refuses his girl a pair of coral lips and damask cheeks : the jpainters are mighty niggardly < of red and white . I was
jashamed to open my mouth rabout a figure on a mattress which they call Venus ; but as ssome ladies were looking at it , BE hope you will think no worse
cof me than of them . They imay call it Venus , if they will bbut if ever I saw a woman , tlhat is one , from head to heel . TThey have been well washing hher too , and not before she
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sunshine some summer day at present she appears as cool and fresh as a cucumber , and should be seen only in July and August .
wanted it ; for a year or two ago , they tell me , she looked as if she had been lying in the
A little boy , about twelve years old , said in the other room to the admirer of Mrs Doni , " Papa , I am trying to admire this great picture all in brown colour , because you think it the noblest in the
collection ; but after all , papa , I cannot say I admire it very much . " " My good Edward why not ? " said the father . " Because , " replied the child , 66 Virgin Mary would have something else to do with her baby , and those children would be playing with it , trying to amuse it ; and those people
would lay aside their books and grave faces , if they were good for anything , as we may suppose they must be , to be there . " " Ah , my love , " cried the father , placing his hand upon the lad ' s head , " we commit forgeries upon our understandings : you detect them . " I went back directly to mother
Doni ; she seemed to know me . By my soul ! the man that painted her , could paint . and the old gentleman knows as much as the child , though he denied it . When I returned to that room again , the room of
the Tuscan painters , I found the father and the boy looking attentively at another old woman and her daughter , to whom evidently something strange and miraculous had happened , but
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182 High and Low Life in Italy .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 1, 1837, page 182, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1835/page/38/
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