Howard Pyle, a chronicle by Charles D. Abbott, with an introduction by N. C. Wyeth and many illustrations from Howard Pyle's works.

HOWARD PYLE: A CHRONICLE
strangeness of which I could not at first determine, until
at length I saw that the first finger of each hand was the
longest. He is one of the best-hearted men in the world,
kindly to a fault, but upon the whole a just man. His criticisms and hints have been of the greatest use to me, and
upon the whole, I look upon Shirlaw with more respect
probably than upon any man in New York.
"Next comes Julian Weir, son of Professor Weir of West
Point, a gay, handsome, roystering blade, broad-built and
burly, one such as you might picture to yourself as the
beau ideal of a handsome, roaring, young English country
squire of the early part of this century. He is a handsome
man of about twenty-six or -seven, with regular features,
a firm rather heavy chin, short curly hair, a thick neck and
broad shoulders. Yet, in spite of this seeming 'fleshiness,'
there is a true vein of honest sentiment running through his
nature that develops itself in a delicacy and impalpability
of flesh color that has more real refinement about it than
either the fiery Chase or the thoughtful Shirlaw can produce. One picture of his particularly, a head of a little
French peasant girl, exhibited in the French Salon of 18 76,
made more noise there and took a higher prize than any
American picture painted abroad with the exception of
Bridgman's. Weir is a pupil of G&3ome, I believe.
"Such are three of the present leaders, then follow in
succession Beckwith, Abbey, Reinhart, etc.
"I believe the latest plans are gradually drifting around
to the determination of calling together about thirty of the
leading artists to a general meeting to elect ten members
in New York City as the very creme de la creme of New
York artists. These ten men will in all probability be Ward
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