LETTER XIII.

French Manufactures.--Sèvres China.--Tapestry of the Gobelins.--Paper

for Hangings.--The Savonnerie.--French Carpets.--American Carpets.

--Transfer of old Pictures from Wood to Canvass.--Coronation Coach.

--The Arts in France--in America.--American Prejudice.

To JAMES E. DE KAY, ESQUIRE.

In my last, I gave you a few examples of the instances in which the

French have mistaken the relative civilization of their country and

America, and I shall now give you some in which we have fallen into the

same error, or the other side of the question.

There has lately been an exhibition of articles of French manufacture,

at Paris; one of, I believe, the triennial collections of this

character, that have been established here. The court of the Louvre was

filled with temporary booths for the occasion, and vast ranges of the

unfinished apartments in that magnificent palace have been thrown open

for the same purpose. The court of the Louvre, of itself, is an area

rather more than four hundred feet square, and I should think fully a

quarter of a mile of rooms in the building itself are to be added to the

space occupied for this purpose.

The first idea, with which I was impressed, on walking through the

booths and galleries, on this occasion, was the great disproportion

between the objects purely of taste and luxury, and the objects of use.

The former abounded, were very generally elegant and well-imagined,

while the latter betrayed the condition of a nation whose civilization

has commenced with the summit, instead of the base of society.

In France, nearly every improvement in machinery is the result of

scientific research; is unobjectionable in principles, profound in the

adaptation of its parts to the end, and commonly beautiful in form. But

it ends here, rarely penetrating the mass, and producing positive

results. The Conservatoire des Arts, for instance, is full of beautiful

and ingenious ploughs; while France is tilled with heavy, costly, and

cumbrous implements of this nature. One sees light mould turning up,

here, under a sort of agricultural _diligences_, drawn by four, and even

six heavy horses, which in America would be done quite as well, and much

sooner, by two. You know I am farmer enough to understand what I say, on

a point like this. In France, the cutlery, ironware, glass,

door-fastenings, hinges, locks, fire-irons, axes, hatchets, carpenter's

tools, and, in short, almost everything that is connected with homely

industry and homely comfort, is inferior to the same thing in America.

It is true, many of our articles are imported, but this produces no

change in the habits of the respective people; our manufactories are

merely in Birmingham, instead of being in Philadelphia.

I have now been long enough in France to understand that seeing an

article in an exhibition like the one I am describing, is no proof that

it enters at all into the comforts and civilization of the nation,

although it may be an object as homely as a harrow or a spade. The

scientific part of the country has little influence, in this way, on the

operative. The chasm between knowledge and ignorance is so vast in

France, that it requires a long time for the simplest idea to find its

way across it.

Exhibitions are everywhere bad guides to the average civilization of a

country, as it is usual to expose only the objects that have been

wrought with the greatest care. In a popular sense, they are proofs of

what can be done, rather than of what _is_ done. The cloths that I saw

in the booths, for instance, are not to be met with in the shops; the

specimens of fire-arms, glass, cutlery, etc., etc., too, are all much

superior to anything one finds on sale. But this is the case everywhere,

from the boarding-school to the military parade, men invariably putting

the best foot foremost when they are to be especially inspected. This is

not the difference I mean. Familiar as every American, at all accustomed

to the usages of genteel life in his own country, must be with the

better manufactures of Great Britain, I think he would be struck by the

inferiority of even the best specimens of the commoner articles that

were here laid before the public. But when it came to the articles of

elegance and luxury, as connected with forms, taste, and execution,

though not always in ingenuity and extent of comfort, I should think

that no Englishman, let his rank in life be what it would, could pass

through this wilderness of elegancies without wonder.

Even the manufactures in which we, or rather the English (for I now

refer more to use than to production), ordinarily excel, such as

carpets, rugs, porcelain, plate, and all the higher articles of personal

comfort, _as exceptions_, surpass those of which we have any notion. I

say, _as exceptions_, not in the sense by which we distinguish the

extraordinary efforts of the ordinary manufacturer, in order to make a

figure at an exhibition, but certain objects produced in certain

exclusive establishments that are chiefly the property of the crown, as

they have been the offspring of regal taste and magnificence.

Of this latter character is the Sèvres china. There are manufactures of

this name of a quality that brings them within the reach of moderate

fortunes, it is true; but one obtains no idea of the length to which

luxury and taste have been pushed in this branch of art without

examining the objects made especially for the king, who is in the habit

of distributing them as presents among the crowned heads and his

personal favourites. After the ware has been made with the greatest care

and of the best materials, artists of celebrity are employed to paint

it. You can easily imagine the value of these articles, when you

remember that each plate has a design of its own, beautifully executed

in colours, and presenting a landscape or an historical subject that is

fit to be framed and suspended in a gallery. One or two of the artists

employed in this manner have great reputations, and it is no uncommon

thing to see miniatures in gilded frames which, on examination, prove to

be on porcelain. Of course the painting has been subject to the action

of heat in the baking. As respects the miniatures, there is not much to

be said in their favour. They are well drawn and well enough coloured;

but the process and the material give them a glossy, unnatural

appearance, which must prevent them from ever being considered as more

than so many _tours de force_ in the arts. But on vases, dinner-sets,

and all ornamental furniture of this nature, in which we look for the

peculiarities of the material, they produce a magnificence of effect

that I cannot describe. Vases of the value of ten or fifteen thousand

francs, or even of more money, are not uncommon; and at the exhibition

there was a little table, the price of which I believe was two thousand

dollars, that was a perfect treasure in its way.

Busts, and even statues, I believe, have been attempted in this branch

of art. This of course is enlisting the statuary as well as the painter

in its service. I remember to have seen, when at Sèvres, many busts of

the late Duc de Berri in the process of drying, previously to being put

into the oven. Our cicerone on that occasion made us laugh by the

routine with which he went through his catalogue of wonders. He had

pointed out to us the unbaked busts in a particular room, and on

entering another apartment, where the baked busts were standing, he

exclaimed--"Ah! voilà son Altesse Royale toute cuite." This is just the

amount of the criticism I should hazard on this branch of the Sèvres

art, or on that which exceeds its legitimate limits--"Behold his Royal

Highness, ready cooked."

The value of some of the single plates must be very considerable, and

the king frequently, in presenting a solitary vase, or ornament of the

Sèvres porcelain, presents thousands.

The tapestry is another of the costly works that it has suited the

policy of France to keep up, while her ploughs, and axes, and carts, and

other ordinary implements, are still so primitive and awkward. The

exhibition contained many specimens from the Gobelins that greatly

surpassed my expectations. They were chiefly historical subjects, with

the figures larger than life, and might very well have passed with a

novice, at a little distance, for oil-paintings. The dimensions of the

apartment are taken, and the subject is designed, of course, on a scale

suited to the room. The effect of this species of ornament is very noble

and imposing, and the tapestries have the additional merit of warmth and

comfort. Hangings in cloth are very common in Paris, but the tapestry of

the Gobelins is chiefly confined to the royal palaces. Our neighbour the

Duc de ---- has some of it, however, in his hotel, a present from the

king; but the colours are much faded, and the work is otherwise the

worse for time. I have heard him say that one piece he has, even in its

dilapidated state, is valued at seven thousand francs. Occasionally a

little of this tapestry is found in this manner in the great hotels;

but, as a rule, its use is strictly royal.

The paper for hangings is another article in which the French excel. We

get very pretty specimens of their skill in this manufacture in America,

but, with occasional exceptions, nothing that is strictly magnificent

finds its way into our markets. I was much struck with some of these

hangings that were made to imitate velvet. The cloth appeared to be

actually incorporated with the paper, and by no ingenuity of which I was

master could I detect the means. The style of paper is common enough

everywhere, but this exhibition had qualities far surpassing anything of

the sort I had ever before seen. Curiosity has since led me to the

paper-maker, in order to penetrate the secrets of his art; and there,

like the affair of Columbus and the egg, I found the whole thing as

simple as heart could wish. You will probably smile when you learn the

process by which paper is converted into velvet, which is briefly

this:--

Wooden moulds are used to stamp the designs, each colour being put on,

by laying a separate mould on its proper place, one mould being used

after another, though only one is used on any particular occasion. Thus,

all the black is put on now, the green to-morrow, and the yellow next

day. As to the velvets, they are produced as follows:--Wool is chopped

fine, and dyed the desired hue. I am not certain that cotton, or even

other materials, may not be used. This chopped and coloured wool is

thrown into a tub; the mould is covered with some glutinous substance,

and, when applied, it leaves on the paper the adhesive property, as

types leave the ink. The paper passes immediately over the tub, and a

boy throws on the wool. A light blow or two, of a rattan, tosses it

about, and finally throws all back again into the tub that has not

touched the glue. The _printed_ part, of course, is covered with blue,

or purple, or scarlet wood, and is converted, by a touch of the wand,

into velvet! The process of covering a yard lasts about ten seconds, and

I should think considerably more than a hundred yards of paper could be

velvetized in an hour. We laughed at the discovery, and came away

satisfied that Solomon could have known nothing about manufacturing

paper-hangings, or he would not have said there was nothing "new under

the sun."

But the manufacture of France that struck me as being strictly in the

best taste, in which perfection and magnificence are attained without

recourse to conceits, or doing violence to any of the proprieties, are

the products of the Savonnerie, and the exquisitely designed and

executed works of Beauvais. These include chair bottoms and backs,

hangings for rooms, and, I believe, carpets. At all events, if the

carpets do not come from these places, they are quite worthy to have

that extraction. Flowers, arabesques, and other similar designs,

exquisitely coloured and drawn, chiefly limit the efforts of the former;

and the carpets were in single pieces, and made to fit the room. Nothing

that you have ever seen, or probably have imagined, at all equals the

magnificence of some of these princely carpets. Indeed, I know nothing

that runs a closer parallel to the general civilization between France

and England, and I might almost add of America, than the history of

their respective carpets. In France, a vast majority of the people

hardly know what a carpet is. They use mud floors, or, rising a little

above the very lowest classes, coarse stone and rude tiles are

substituted. The middling classes, out of the large towns, have little

else besides painted tiles. The wooden _parquet_ is met with, in all the

better houses, and is well made and well kept. There is a finish and

beauty about them, that is not misplaced even in a palace. Among all

these classes, until quite lately, carpets were unknown, or at least

they were confined to the very highest class of society. The great

influx of English has introduced them into the public hotels and common

lodging-houses; but I have visited among many French of rank and

fortune, in the dead of winter, and found no carpets. A few of a very

coarse quality, made of rags, adroitly tortured into laboured designs,

are seen, it is true, even in indifferent houses; but the rule is as I

have told you. In short, carpets, in this country, until quite lately,

have been deemed articles of high luxury; and, like nearly everything

else that is magnificent and luxurious, at the point where they have

been taken up, they infinitely exceed anything of the sort in England.

The classical designs, perfect drawings, and brilliant colours, defeat

every effort to surpass them,--I had almost said, all competition.

In all America, except in the new regions, with here and there a

dwelling on the frontier, there is scarcely a house to be found without

carpets, the owners of which are at all above the labouring classes.

Even in many of the latter they are to be found. We are carpeted,

frequently, from the kitchen to the garret; the richness and rarity of

the manufacture increasing as we ascend in the scale of wealth and

fashion, until we reach the uttermost limits of our habits--a point

where beauty and neatness verge upon elegance and magnificence. At this

point, however, we stop, and the turn of the French commences. Now this

is the history of the comparative civilization of the two countries, in

a multitude of other matters; perhaps, it would be better to say, it is

the general comparative history of the two countries. The English differ

from us, only, in carrying their scale both higher and lower than

ourselves; in being sometimes magnificent, and sometimes impoverished;

but, rarely, indeed, do they equal the French in the light, classical,

and elegant taste that so eminently distinguishes these people. There is

something ponderous and purse-proud about the magnificence of England,

that is scarcely ever visible here; though taste is evidently and

rapidly on the increase in England on the one hand, as comfort is here

on the other. The French have even partially adopted the two words

"fashionable" and "comfortable."

One of the most curious things connected with the arts in France, is

that of transferring old pictures from wood to canvass. A large

proportion of the paintings of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries

were done on wood or copper, and many of the former are, or have been,

in danger of being lost, from decay. In order to meet the evil, a

process has been invented by which the painting is transferred to

canvass, where it remains, to all appearance, as good as ever. I have

taken some pains to ascertain in what manner this nice operation is

performed. I have seen pictures in various stages of the process, though

I have never watched any one through it all; and, in one instance, I saw

a small Wouvermans stripped to the shirt, if it may be so expressed, or,

in other words, _when it was nothing but paint_. From what I have seen

and been told, I understand the mode of effecting this delicate and

almost incredible operation to be as follows:--

A glue is rubbed over the face of the picture, which is then laid on a

piece of canvass that is properly stretched and secured, to receive it.

Weights are now laid on the back of the picture, and it is left for a

day or two, in order that the glue may harden. The weights are then

removed, and the operator commences removing the wood, first with a

plane, and, when he approaches the paint, with sharp delicate chisels.

The paint is kept in its place by the canvass to which it is glued, and

which is itself secured to the table; and although the entire body of

the colours, hardened as it is by time, is usually not thicker than a

thin wafer, the wood is commonly taken entirely from it. Should a thin

fragment be left, however, or a crack made in the paint, it is

considered of no great moment. The Wouvermans alluded to, was pure

paint, however, and I was shown the pieces of wood, much worm-eaten,

that had been removed. When the wood is away, glue is applied to the

_back of the paint_, and to the canvass on which it is intended the

picture shall remain. The latter is then laid on the paint; new weights

are placed above it, and they are left two or three days longer, for

this new glue to harden. When it is thought the adhesion between the

second canvass and the paint is sufficient, the weights are removed, the

picture is turned, and warm water is used in loosening the first canvass

from the face of the picture, until it can be stripped off. More or less

of the varnish of the picture usually comes off with the glue, rendering

the separation easier. The painting is then cleaned, retouched, and,

should it be necessary, varnished and framed; after which it commonly

looks as well, and is really as sound and as good as ever, so far, at

least, as the consistency is concerned.

Among other wonders in the exhibition, was the coronation coach of

Charles X. This carriage is truly magnificent. It is quite large, as

indeed are all the royal carriages, perhaps as large as an American

stage-coach; the glass, pure and spotless as air, goes all round the

upper compartments, so as to admit of a view of the whole interior; the

panels are beautifully painted in design; the top has gilded and

well-formed angels blowing trumpets, and the crown of France surmounts

the centre. The wheels, and train, and pole, are red, striped with gold.

All the leather is red morocco, gilt, as is the harness. Plumes of

ostrich feathers ornament the angles, and, altogether, it is a most

glittering and gorgeous vehicle. The paintings, the gildings, and all

the details are well executed, except the running gear, which struck me

as clumsy and imperfect. The cost is said to have been about sixty

thousand dollars.

Many new rooms in the Louvre were thrown open on this occasion, in order

that the paintings on their ceilings might be viewed; and as I walked

through this gorgeous magnificence, I felt how small were our highest

pretensions to anything like elegance or splendour. The very extreme of

art, of this nature, may, of itself, be of no great direct benefit, it

is true; but is should be remembered, that the skill which produces

these extraordinary fruits, in its road to the higher points of

magnificence, produces all that embellishes life in the intermediate

gradations.

In America, in the eagerness of gain, and with the contracted habits

that a love of gain engenders, which by their own avidity, as is usual

with the grosser passions, too often defeat their own ends, we overlook

the vast importance of cultivating the fine arts, even in a pecuniary

sense, to say nothing of the increased means of enjoying the very money

that is so blindly pursued, which their possession entails. France is at

this moment laying all Christendom under contribution, simply by means

of her taste. Italy, where the arts have flourished still longer, and

where they have still more effectually penetrated society, would drive

the English and French out of every market on earth, were the national

energy at all equal to the national tastes. These things do not as

exclusively belong to extreme luxury as they may at first seem. Science,

skill of the nicest investigation, and great research, are all enlisted

in their behalf; and, in time, implements of the most homely uses derive

perfection, as by-plays, from the investigations consequent on the

production of luxuries. It is true, that, by blending a certain amount

of information with practice, as in the case of the American labourer,

our wants find the means of furnishing their own supplies; but, apart

from the fact that the man who makes a chair is not obliged to sit in

it, and is therefore content to consult his profits merely, the impulses

of practice are much aided by the accumulated knowledge of study. The

influence that the arts of design have had on the French manufactures is

incalculable. They have brought in the aid of chemistry, and

mathematics, and a knowledge of antiquity; and we can trace the effects

in the bronzes, the porcelain, the hangings, the chintzes, the silks,

down to the very ribands of the country. We shall in vain endeavour to

compete with the great European nations, unless we make stronger efforts

to cultivate the fine arts. Of what avails our beautiful glass, unless

we know how to cut it? or of what great advantage, in the strife of

industry, will be even the _skilful_ glass-cutter, should he not also be

the _tasteful_ glass-cutter? It is true that classical forms and

proportions are, as yet, of no great account among us; and the great

mass of the American people still cling to their own uninstructed

fancies, in preference to the outlines and proportions of the more

approved models, and to those hues which art has demonstrated to be

harmonious. This is the history of every society in its progress to

perfection; and, cut off as we are from the rest of the civilized world,

it is not to be expected that we are to make an extraordinary exception.

But, while we may be satisfied with our own skill and taste, the happy

lot of all ignorance, our customers will not have the same

self-complacency, to induce them to become purchasers. We find this

truth already. We beat all nations in the fabrication of common

unstamped cottons. Were trade as free as some political economists

pretend, we should drive all our competitors out of every market, as

respects this one article. But the moment we attempt to print, or to

meddle with that part of the business which requires taste, we find

ourselves inferior to the Europeans, whose forms we are compelled to

imitate, and of course to receive when no longer novel, and whose hues

defy our art.

The wisest thing the United States could do, would be to appropriate

thirty or forty millions to the formation of a marine, not to secure the

coast, as our hen-roost statesmen are always preaching, but to keep in

our own hands the control of our own fortunes, by rendering our enmity

or friendship of so much account to Europe that no power shall ever

again dare trespass on our national rights:--and one of the next wisest

measures, I honestly believe, would be to appropriate at once a million

to the formation of a National Gallery, in which copies of the antique,

antiques themselves, pictures, bronzes, arabesques, and other models of

true taste, might be collected, before which the young aspirants for

fame might study, and with which become imbued, as the preliminary step

to an infusion of their merits into society. Without including the vast

influence of such a cultivation on the manners, associations,

intellects, and habits of the people--an influence that can scarcely be

appreciated too highly--fifty years would see the first cost returned

fifty-fold in the shape of the much-beloved dollars. Will this happen?

Not till men of enlightened minds--_statesmen_, instead of _political

partizans_--are sent to Washington. It is the misfortune of America to

lie so remote from the rest of the civilized world, as to feel little of

the impulses of a noble competition, our rivalry commonly limiting

itself to the vulgar exhibitions of individual vanity; and this the more

to our disadvantage, as, denied access to the best models for even this

humble species of contention with the antagonists we are compelled to

choose, victory is as bad as defeat.

One of the great impediments to a high class of improvement in America,

is the disposition to resent every intimation that we can be any better

than we are at present. Few, perhaps no country, has ever enduced so

much evil-disposed and unmerited abuse as our own. It is not difficult

to trace the reasons, and every American should meet it with a just and

manly indignation. But, being deemed a nation of rogues, barbarous, and

manifesting the vices of an ancestry of convicts, is a very different

thing from standing at the head of civilization. This tendency to repel

every suggestion of inferiority is one of the surest signs of provincial

habits; it is exactly the feeling with which the resident of the village

resents what he calls the airs of the town, and that which the inland

trader brings with him among those whom he terms the "dandies" of the

sea-board. In short, it is the jealousy of inferiority on the exciting

points; whatever may be the merits of its subject in other matters, and

furnishes of itself the best possible proof that there is room for

amendment. The French have a clever and pithy saying, that of--"On peut

tout dire à un grand peuple." "One may tell all to a great nation."[17]

[Footnote 17:--Every one was telling me that I should find the country so

altered after an absence of eight years, that I should not know it.

Altered, indeed, I found it, but not quite so evidently improved. It

struck me that there was a vast expansion of mediocrity that was well

enough in itself, but which was so overwhelming as nearly to overshadow

everything that once stood prominent as more excellent. This was perhaps

no more than a natural consequence of the elasticity and growth of a

young, vigorous community, which, in its agregate character, as in that

of its individuals, must pass through youth to arrive at manhood. Still

it was painful and doubly so to one coming from Europe. I saw the towns

increased, more tawdry than ever, but absolutely with less real taste

than they had in my youth. The art of painting alone appeared to me to

have made any material advances in the right direction, if one excepts

increase in wealth, and in the facilities to create wealth. The

steam-boats were the only objects that approached magnificence; but

while they had increased in show, they had less comfort and

respectability. The taverns, as a whole, had deteriorated; though the

three first I happened to enter might well compete with a very high

class of European inns, viz. Head's, Barnum's, and Gadsby's.]

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