Haydon, the painter, was an ill-used man; but it was purely
his own fault. He would paint high art when people did not
want it--would paint acres of hooked-nosed Romans, and bore
the public with Dentatus, Scipio and Co., when they wanted
something else. He was like a man taking beautiful pebbles to
market when people wanted eggs, and telling that they ought
not to want eggs, because they led to carnality and had a
nasty and disgusting connection with bacon. But people would
not have it--eggs they wanted, and eggs they would have, how
beautiful soever the pebbles might be. So with Haydon. He
persisted that the people ought to have what they did not want,
and he went from a prison to a lunatic asylum, and died a
suicide.--GEORGE DAWSON.
(1585)