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beauty and interest of the lands over
which he journeyed, that he was careless of comfort and health.
Calabria, Sicily, the Desert of Sinai, Egypt and Nubia, Greece and
Albania, Palestine, Syria, Athos, Candia, Montenegro, Zagóri (who
knows now where Zagóri is, or was?), were as thoroughly explored and
sketched by him as the more civilized localities of Malta, Corsica, and
Corfu. He read insatiably before starting all the recognized guide-books
and histories of the country he intended to draw; and his published

itineraries are marked by great strength and literary interest quite
irrespectively of the illustrations. And he had his reward. It is not any
ordinary journalist and sketcher who could have compelled from
Tennyson such a tribute as lines "To E.L. on his Travels in Greece":--
"Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls Of water, sheets of summer glass,
The long divine Peneïan pass, The vast Akrokeraunian walls,
"Tomohrit, Athos, all things fair, With such a pencil, such a pen, You
shadow forth to distant men, I read and felt that I was there."
Lear was a man to whom, as to Tennyson's Ulysses,
"All experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled
world."
After settling at San Remo, and when he was nearly sixty years old, he
determined to visit India and Ceylon. He started once and failed, being
taken so ill at Suez that he was obliged to return. The next year he
succeeded, and brought away some thousands of drawings of the most
striking views from all three Presidencies and from the tropical island.
His appetite for travel continued to grow with what it fed upon; and
although he hated a long sea-voyage, he used seriously to contemplate
as possible a visit to relations in New Zealand. It may safely, however,
be averred that no considerations would have tempted him to visit the
Arctic regions.
A hard-working life, checkered by the odd adventures which happen to
the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a career
brightened by the high appreciation of unimpeachable critics; lightened,
till of late, by the pleasant society and good wishes of innumerable
friends; saddened by the growing pressure of ill health and solitude;
cheered by his constant trust in the love and sympathy of those who
knew him best, however far away,--such was the life of Edward Lear.
--_The London Saturday Review,_ Feb. 4, 1888.
Among the writers who have striven with varying success during the
last thirty or forty years to awaken the merriment of the "rising
generation" of the time being, Mr. Edward Lear occupies the first place
in seniority, if not in merit. The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he
is distinguished from all his followers and imitators by the superior
consistency with which he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his
readers by fantastic absurdities, as void of vulgarity or cynicism as they
are incapable of being made to harbor any symbolical meaning. He

"never deviates into sense;" but those who appreciate him never feel the
need of such deviation. He has a genius for coining absurd names and
words, which, even when they are suggested by the exigencies of his
metre, have a ludicrous appropriateness to the matter in hand. His verse
is, with the exception of a certain number of cockney rhymes,
wonderfully flowing and even melodious--or, as he would say,
_meloobious_--while to all these qualifications for his task must finally
be added the happy gift of pictorial expression, enabling him to double,
nay, often to quadruple, the laughable effect of his text by an
inexhaustible profusion of the quaintest designs. Generally speaking,
these designs are, as it were, an idealization of the efforts of a clever
child; but now and then--as in the case of the nonsense-botany--Mr.
Lear reminds us what a genuine and graceful artist he really is. The
advantage to a humorist of being able to illustrate his own text has been
shown in the case of Thackeray and Mr. W.S. Gilbert, to mention two
familiar examples; but in no other instance of such a combination have
we discovered such geniality as is to be found in the nonsense-pictures
of Mr. Lear. We have spoken above of the melodiousness of Mr. Lear's
verses, a quality which renders them excellently suitable for musical
setting, and which has not escaped the notice of the author himself. We
have also heard effective arrangements, presumably by other
composers, of the adventures of the Table and the Chair, and of the
cruise of the Owl and the Pussy-cat,--the latter introduced into the
"drawing-room entertainment" of one of the followers of John Parry.
Indeed, in these days of adaptations, it is to be wondered at that no
enterprising librettist has attempted to build a children's comic opera
out of the materials supplied in the four books with which we are