WAINEWRIGHT AT HOBART TOWN

His love of art, however, never deserted him. At Hobart Town he started

a studio, and returned to sketching and portrait-painting, and his

conversation and manners seem not to have lost their charm. Nor did he

give up his habit of poisoning, and there are two cases on record in

which he tried to make away with people who had offended him. But his

hand seems to have lost its cunning. Both of his attempts were complete

failures, and in 1844, being thoroughly dissatisfied with Tasmanian

society, he presented a memorial to the governor of the settlement, Sir

John Eardley Wilmot, praying for a ticket-of-leave. In it he speaks of

himself as being 'tormented by ideas struggling for outward form and

realisation, barred up from increase of knowledge, and deprived of the

exercise of profitable or even of decorous speech.' His request,

however, was refused, and the associate of Coleridge consoled himself by

making those marvellous _Paradis Artificiels_ whose secret is only known

to the eaters of opium. In 1852 he died of apoplexy, his sole living

companion being a cat, for which he had evinced at extraordinary

affection.

His crimes seem to have had an important effect upon his art. They gave

a strong personality to his style, a quality that his early work

certainly lacked. In a note to the _Life of Dickens_, Forster mentions

that in 1847 Lady Blessington received from her brother, Major Power, who

held a military appointment at Hobart Town, an oil portrait of a young

lady from his clever brush; and it is said that 'he had contrived to put

the expression of his own wickedness into the portrait of a nice, kind-

hearted girl.' M. Zola, in one of his novels, tells us of a young man

who, having committed a murder, takes to art, and paints greenish

impressionist portraits of perfectly respectable people, all of which

bear a curious resemblance to his victim. The development of Mr.

Wainewright's style seems to me far more subtle and suggestive. One can

fancy an intense personality being created out of sin.--_Pen, Pencil and

Poison_.

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