Before I begin, by the aid of my wife's patient attention and ready pen, to relate
any of the stories which I have heard at various times from persons whose
likenesses I have been employed to take, it will not be amiss if I try to secure the
reader's interest in the following pages by briefly explaining how I became
possessed of the narrative matter which they contain.
Of myself I have nothing to say, but that I have followed the profession of a
travelling portrait-painter for the last fifteen years. The pursuit of my calling has
not only led me all through England, but has taken me twice to Scotland and
once to Ireland. In moving from district to district, I am never guided beforehand
by any settled plan. Sometimes the letters of recommendation which I get from
persons who are satisfied with the work I have done for them determine the
direction in which I travel. Sometimes I hear of a new neighbourhood in which
there is no resident artist of ability, and remove thither on speculation.
Sometimes my friends among the picture-dealers say a good word on my behalf
to their rich customers, and so pave the way for me in the large towns.
Sometimes my prosperous and famous brother artists, hearing of small
commissions which it is not worth their while to accept, mention my name, and
procure me introductions to pleasant country houses. Thus I get on, now in one
way and now in another, not winning a reputation or making a fortune, but
happier, perhaps, on the whole, than many men who have got both the one and
the other. So, at least, I try to think now, though I started in my youth with as high
an ambition as the best of them. Thank God, it is not my business here to speak
of past times and their disappointments. A twinge of the old hopeless heartache
comes over me sometimes still, when I think of my student days.
One peculiarity of my present way of life is, that it brings me into contact with all
sorts of characters. I almost feel, by this time, as if I had painted every civilised
variety of the human race. Upon the whole, my experience of the world, rough as
it has been, has not taught me to think unkindly of my fellow-creatures. I have
certainly received such treatment at the hands of some of my sitters as I could
not describe without saddening and shocking any kind-hearted reader; but,
taking one year and one place with another, I have cause to remember with
gratitude and respect, sometimes even with friendship and affection, a very large
proportion of the numerous persons who have employed me.
Some of the results of my experience are curious in a moral point of view. For
example, I have found women almost uniformly less delicate in asking me about
my terms, and less generous in remunerating me for my services, than men. On
