§ 18. But although Calvin, and Knox, and Luther, and their flocks, with all
the hardest-headed and truest-hearted faithful left in Christendom, thus spurned
away the spurious art, and all art with it, (not without harm to themselves,
such as a man must needs sustain in cutting off a decayed limb[17])
certain conditions of weaker Christianity suffered the false system to retain
influence over them; and to this day, the clear and tasteless poison of the art
of Raphael infects with sleep of infidelity the hearts of millions of
Christians. It is the first cause of all that preeminent dulness which
characterizes what Protestants call sacred art; a dulness not merely baneful in
making religion distasteful to the young, but in sickening, as we have seen, all
vital belief of religion in the old. A dim sense of impossibility attaches
itself always to the graceful emptiness of the representation; we feel
instinctively that the painted Christ and painted apostle are not beings that
ever did or could exist; and this fatal sense of fair fabulousness, and
well-composed impossibility, steals gradually from the picture into the history,paintings for sale, until we find ourselves reading St. Mark or St. Luke with the same admiring, but
uninterested, incredulity, with which we contemplate Raphael.
§ 19. On a certain class of minds, however, these Raphaelesque and other
sacred paintings of high order, have had, of late years, another kind of
influence, much resembling that which they had at first on the most pious
Romanists. They are used to excite certain conditions of religious dream or
reverie; being again, as in earliest times, regarded not as representations of
fact, but as expressions of sentiment respecting the fact. In this way the best of them
have unquestionably much purifying and enchanting power; and they are helpful
opponents to sinful passion and weakness of every kind. A fit of unjust anger,
petty malice, unreasonable vexation, or dark passion,cheap oil paintings, cannot certainly, in a
mind of ordinary sensibility, hold its own in the presence of a good engraving
from any work of Angelico, Memling, or Perugino. But I nevertheless believe,
that he who trusts much to such helps will find them fail him at his need; and
that the dependence, in any great degree, on the presence or power of a picture,
indicates a wonderfully feeble sense of the presence and power of God. I do not
think that any man, who is thoroughly certain that Christ is in the room, will
care what sort of pictures of Christ he has on its walls; and, in the plurality
of cases, the delight taken in art of this kind is, in reality, nothing more
than a form of graceful indulgence of those sensibilities which the habits of a
disciplined life restrain in other directions. Such art is, in a word, the opera
and drama of the monk. Sometimes it is worse than this,decorative paintings, and the love of it is
the mask under which a general thirst for morbid excitement will pass itself for
religion. The young lady who rises in the middle of the day, jaded by her last
night's ball, and utterly incapable of any simple or wholesome religious
exercise, can still gaze into the dark eyes of the Madonna di San Sisto, or
dream over the whiteness of an ivory crucifix, and returns to the course of her
daily life in full persuasion that her morning's feverishness has atoned for her
evening's folly. And all the while, the art which possesses these very doubtful
advantages is acting for undoubtful detriment, in the various ways above
examined, on the inmost fastnesses of faith; it is throwing subtle endearments
round foolish traditions, confusing sweet fancies with sound doctrines,
obscuring real events with unlikely semblances, and enforcing false assertions
with pleasant circumstantiality, until, to the usual, and assuredly sufficient,
difficulties standing in the way of belief, its votaries have added a habit of
sentimentally changing what they know to be true, and of dearly loving what they
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§ 20. Has there, then (the reader asks emphatically), beenno true
religious ideal? Has religious art never been of any service to mankind? I fear,
on the whole, not. Of true relig ious ideal, representing events historically recorded,
with solemn effort at a sincere and unartificial conception, there exist, as
yet, hardly any examples. Nearly all good religious pictures fall into one or
other branch of the false ideal already examined, either into the Angelican
(passionate ideal) or the Raphaelesque (philosophical ideal). But there is one
true form of religious art, nevertheless, in the pictures of the passionate
ideal which represent imaginary beings of another world. Since it is evidently
right that we should try to imagine the glories of the next world,oil paintings, and as this
imagination must be, in each separate mind, more or less different, and
unconfined by any laws of material fact, the passionate ideal has not only full
scope here, but it becomes our duty to urge its powers to its utmost, so that
every condition of beautiful form and color may be employed to invest these
scenes with greater delightfulness (the whole being, of course, received as an
assertion of possibility, not of absolute fact). All the paradises imagined by
the religious painters—the choirs of glorified saints, angels, and spiritual
powers, when painted with full belief in this possibility of their existence,
are true ideals; and so far from our having dwelt on these too much, I believe,
rather, we have not trusted them enough, nor accepted them enough, as possible
statements of most precious truth. Nothing but unmixed good can accrue to any
mind from the contemplation of Orcagna's Last Judgment or his triumph of death,
of Angelico's Last Judgment and Paradise, or any of the scenes laid in heaven by
the other faithful religious masters; and the more they are considered, not as
works of art, but as real visions of real things, more or less imperfectly set
down, the more good will be got by dwelling upon them. The same is true of all
representations of Christ as a living presence among us now, as in Hunt's Light
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