CHAPTER XXXI

CHINESE SNUFF-BOTTLES

Fifteen hundred years ago there lived a Chinese painter, Wu Tao-tzu,

famous in Celestial lore, of whom it was said that it seemed as if a god

possessed him and wielded the brush in his hand. This greatest of all

Chinese masters was held in high esteem by the emperor. One day, wishing

to possess a landscape of one of his favorite bits of scenery, the

emperor directed Wu Tao-tzu to go forth and paint it. In the evening Wu

Tao-tzu returned, but empty-handed.

“Why!” exclaimed the emperor; “where is the landscape? You have

nothing!”

“O august Serenity, Son of Heaven!” replied Wu Tao-tzu, “I have it all,

all the landscape, here in my heart.”

Perhaps he made some discreet concession to the material side of the

adventure, for straightway he proceeded to cover a wall of one of the

apartments in the palace with a marvelous scene, such as the one he had

spent the day in contemplating. The next morning it was finished.

Delighted, the emperor came to view it. “Ah,” said he, “wonderful,

wonderful! It is the river, the bamboo, and there those majestic rocks!”

At the word, Wu Tao-tzu clapped his hands, and lo! there in the rocks of

the picture a cavern appeared. Wu Tao-tzu stepped into it, the entrance

closed, and Wu Tao-tzu disappeared from earth. Surely no legend better

illustrates the Chinese point of view, that a painting is the home of

the painter’s soul.

That is the story which was told to me one day when, happening into a

Chinese shop where some antiques and curios were offered for sale, I

chanced to pick up a tiny bottle. It was not over two and a half inches

high. Its weight proclaimed it crystal. A miniature scene and

inscription were skilfully and beautifully painted inside.

“This,” said the intelligent Chinese attendant, in answer to my

question, “is little bit painting. Story one man artist man very much

great. Him name Wu Tao-tzu.”

Then he told me the story, a golden nail on which to hang a bottle!

Surely enough, there was depicted Wu Tao-tzu entering the cavern. The

inscription vouched for the incident.

“But what a tiny bottle! What was it used for?”

“Much little bottle China old time fine like this. More other bottle

kinds use snuff for, medicine for. Look yes you please.”

The Celestial showed me how the ivory “spoon,” running the depth of the

bottle and fastened in the coral stopper, was manipulated to fetch forth

portions of anything a vial of this sort might contain. In snuff-taking

the “spoon” was emptied on the thumb nail and the “sniff” deftly taken.

That was my introduction to the fact that snuff-taking in the Orient had

fostered a fashion that produced objects of virtue fully as interesting

and beautiful as, and certainly more curious than the snuff-boxes

affected by the Europeans of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

After this is it any wonder that the collector’s instinct should have

led me to be enthusiastic about Chinese snuff-bottles as a field for

browsing? And soon I found that the fascination of these little objects

of art had exerted no small influence on other collectors.

Fine snuff-bottles were not to be found at every turning. Nevertheless

they were not so rare as one might imagine, although, as with any other

class of art objects, supreme examples were difficult to obtain at any

price. If China has a population of four hundred million souls it must

not be assumed that her craftsmen have produced anything like four

hundred million snuff-bottles. True it is that men, women, and children

of China smoke, but they do not all take snuff.

Nearly all of these bottles that we see in collections are, perhaps,

snuff-bottles, though many of them were used for medicines, as the

Chinese were great medicine-consumers. They used medicines when

well--which was most of the time--in diminutive doses, perhaps as

charms, and when ill in quantities that would amaze and frighten us.

Hecate and her witches never prepared caldron more terrific than the

Chinese physician of yesterday devised for his certainly suffering

patient. The famous _materia medica_ of herbal which Li Shi-chin spent

thirty years in preparing, a work published in 1590, contained over

eighteen hundred prescriptions dear to the heart, though I fear

disastrous to the well-being of the Chinese invalid pro-tem. Gallon

containers would not have sufficed for some of these prescriptions,

while others--the least virulent, and therefore to be toyed with--were

harbored in the tiny bottles that snuff was, later, to usurp.

Miniature Chinese bottles found in Egypt and in Asia Minor--bottles of

porcelain bearing inscriptions in Chinese from the Chinese poets--show

that in the tenth century communication already existed between the

extreme boundaries of Asia. Arabs traded at Canton and Hangchow to the

end of the Sung dynasty, 1279. These little bottles were probably used

by the Arabs for kohl, the black substance with which they painted their

eyelashes. Sixty years before Li Shi-chin’s herbal--“Pun tsao” was its

title--tobacco was introduced into China, and before long tobacco as

snuff became popular and fashionable.

Among the ornamental articles of Chinese adornment, says an authority on

eastern costume, in none do they go to so much expense and style as in

the snuff-bottle, which is often carved from stone, amber, agate, and

other rare minerals with most exquisite taste. Jade, of course, was most

precious of all and often imitated in glass, as were topaz, amethyst,

tourmaline, amber, and other stones and substances.

Collectors in Europe and America are beginning to realize what

interesting things in the way of snuff-bottles the Chinese glass-worker

produced.

All Occidental methods of glass-working have long been known to the

Chinese. They have proved themselves skilful with blown, pressed, and

molded glass. However, their fame as glass-workers rests chiefly with

their cutting, deep chiseling, and undercutting objects of glass. In

this respect they have not been surpassed. Their work in this field was

undoubtedly inspired by their wide and varied experience with glyptic

work, a field in which their accomplishments in fashioning jade and

other hard stones served them a good turn.

As glass presented a somewhat less resisting mass than that of nephrite,

jadeite, or rock crystal, the Chinese lapidary found in it ready

response to his craftsmanship. The carved glass objects of the Chinese

usually are small. They generally suggest by skilful coloring and

tinting the hard stones they imitate. The Chinese snuff-bottles are

especially remarkable in this respect, as they are also in the marvelous

fertility of invention bestowed on their decoration, though in form they

are nearly of one general type and do not vary greatly in size. From the

plain crystalline glass bottles decorated with landscape or figure

subjects (by deftly painting the interior walls of the bottle so that

the scene shows through) to the much-bejeweled bottles, all these gems

of Chinese fabrication are triumphs of the art, patience, and ingenuity

of the Oriental hand and mind.

It is interesting to note that the Chinese have never made claim to the

discovery of glass. The historical work, “Wei Luo,” based on

third-century records, chronicles that ten colors of opaque glass were

imported by the Chinese from Rome between the years 221 and 264. The

Chinese themselves did not learn the art of glass-making until the fifth

century.

The fine porcelain snuff-bottles of the Celestials are indeed things to

be treasured. We find them in endless colors and designs. Some are

plain, some with under-glaze decoration, some cased with pierced

porcelain casing, others with molded decoration, and still others with

painted decoration. Occasionally one finds a porcelain bottle whose

glaze intentionally simulates glass.

The Chinese are skilful lapidaries. Their work in shaping jade and other

hard stones has not been surpassed. The Celestial craftsman likewise

shows great ingenuity in taking advantage of any irregularity in form or

color of the stone he is working. The various quartzes are worked by the

Chinese on the same treadle bench which they use in fashioning jade, and

they work quartz stones along the same general lines.

A study of Chinese snuff-bottles will indicate the unlimited range in

the decoration, form, etc., of these objects. It will be seen, however,

that they are all nearly of a size dictated by general convenience in

carrying in pockets and pouches. The stoppers of these Chinese

snuff-bottles are scarcely less beautiful in many instances than the

bottles themselves. As a general rule the stoppers are of material more

precious than that used for the bottle. Pearls and precious stones are

less often employed, and I have never seen a Chinese snuff-bottle

stopper inset with diamonds. The diamond is a stone the Chinese have

never appeared to regard highly except for its utilitarian

possibilities. Coral is a favorite for the snuff-bottle stoppers. Ivory

is not uncommon for stoppers, but fine ivory snuff-bottles are very

rare, as likewise are fine cloisonné enamel bottles.

There is no gainsaying that Chinese snuff-bottles cannot fail to attract

the collector by reason of their esthetic interest. At the same time,

few objects open up a more interesting intellectual treat than is

afforded by a study of these tiny bottles in respect to the subject of

their decoration. Colors, too, are to be studied. Five colors enter

popular Chinese tradition: black, white--the Chinese regard these as

colors--blue, yellow, and red, to each of which is attached definite

symbolism. Colors are, for instance, associated with the points of the

compass--black with north, red with south, blue with east, and white

with west. Yellow is the color associated with the earth, and so on.

Surely the treasured snuff-bottles of the Celestials offer the collector

much that is intellectually delectable; and as really interesting

specimens are not beyond the moderate purse, their enjoyment does not

necessitate the sacrifices that might deter the collector since these

little objects of art are not as hopelessly out of reach as were the

grapes to Tantalus!

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