THE MINISTER OF FINE ARTS.

(_From a Newspaper of the Future._)

Many years ago, in 1895, our esteemed contemporary, the _Daily

Graphic_, suggested the appointment of a Minister of Fine Arts. This

seemingly admirable scheme was soon after carried out. The first

Minister was a cautious man. His one great improvement, which met with

universal approval, was to remove all the statues and fountains from

every part of London, and to place them in a row on Romney Marsh, from

Dungeness to Hythe, where they would undoubtedly scare away any French

army endeavouring to land. The second Minister tried to introduce the

so-called "Queen Anne," or Dutch architecture, and prepared a scheme

for altering the whole of London. As a beginning, the north side

of Oxford Street, from Holborn to the Marble Arch, was completely

transformed. Along the whole distance stretched a fantastic row of

red-brick buildings, the surface of which was diversified at every

possible point by useless little windows, and little arches, and

little projections, and little recesses, and little balustrades.

These had risen to the level of the second floors, when a change

of Government brought in a Minister who believed only in English

architecture of the fifteenth century. Under his directions the new

buildings were therefore continued in stone, in imitation of the

Houses of Parliament, but the work was stopped by his death. His

successor, though of course one of the Gothic party, preferred the

Gothic architecture of Italy, and the upper parts of the houses were

therefore finished in that style. As at that time the reduction of

the Budget was urgently needed, it was decided to use painted stucco

instead of real marble, as in Italy.

When the next Government came into office all the houses on the South

side of Oxford Street were pulled down, and everyone said that at

last we should have an imposing row of buildings. Unfortunately a

difficulty arose. The new Minister of Fine Arts was only interested in

gardening, and hardly knew one style of architecture from another. He

could not therefore decide the great question whether the new houses

should correspond with the opposite ones, and, if so, whether they

should be "Queen Anne," or Italian Gothic, or English Perpendicular in

style. The controversy raged for months. Every person interested said,

or wrote, what he thought, or knew, or did not think, or did not know,

about architecture, and taste, and art in general. The Academy of

Arts, the Society of Antiquaries, and the Institute of Architects,

hitherto sedate bodies, became so excited that free fights occurred

almost daily in the neighbourhood of Burlington House, and on the

waste land in Oxford Street. In every newspaper "The Improvement

of Oxford Street" was discussed vigorously. Suddenly the current of

public opinion was turned in another direction by a lamentable event.

The Minister of Fine Arts, returning from his weekly inspection of the

maiden-hair ferns on Wormwood Scrubs, was killed in a cab accident in

Vigo Street, a miserably narrow turning, which had escaped the notice

of everyone but the cabmen, who always prefer the narrowest streets.

At once there arose a universal cry that safety and space were more

important than style. The new Minister was beginning to widen some of

the narrow thoroughfares, when his party went out of office. The work

has not been continued by the present Minister, who is considering a

scheme for the improvement of London by the erection of fountains

and statues. Meanwhile the Oxford Street site is still vacant, and

no improvements are attempted elsewhere. Half of Vigo Street has been

made the same width as Burlington Gardens; the other half remains, as

before, about fifteen feet across from house to house.

Our esteemed contemporary, the _Daily Graphic_, always alive to the

artistic needs of the age, remarks that it is impossible to regulate

art by Acts of Parliament, or to improve London by party government,

and therefore suggests that the Ministry of Fine Arts should be

abolished.

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