“Don’t you mark, we’re made so that we love
                    First when we see them painted, things we have passed
                    Perhaps a hundred times, nor cared to see:
                    And so they are better painted—better to us,
                    Which is the same thing. Art was given for that—
                    God uses us to help each other so,
                    Lending our minds out. Have you noticed now
                    Your cullion’s hanging face? A bit of chalk,
                    And, trust me, but you should though. How much more
                    If I drew higher things with the same truth!
                    That were to take the prior’s pulpit-place—
                    Interpret God to all of you!”

          Pictures or landscape, all the parents can do is to put their children in the way of seeing, and, by a suggestive word, get them to look. They eye is trained by seeing, but also by instruction; and I need hardly call attention to Mr Ruskin’s Modern Painters, as
the book which makes art-education possible to outsiders.
          If culture flows in through the eye, how much more through the ear, the organ of that blessed sixth sense, which appears to be distributed amongst us with partial favour. A great deal of time and a good deal of money is commonly spent to secure to the young people the power of performing indifferently upon an instrument; nor is even an indifferent performance to be despised: but it is not always borne in mind that to listen with discriminating delight is as educative and as “happy-making” as to produce; and that this power might, probably, be developed in everybody, if only as much pains were spent in the cultivation of the musical sense as upon that of musical facility. Let the young people hear good music as often as possible, and that under instruction. It is a pity we like our music, as our pictures and our poetry, mixed, so that there are few opportunities of going through, as a listener, a course of the works of a single composer. But this is to be aimed at for the young people; let them study occasionally the works of a single great master until they have received some of his teaching, and know his style.

[1] “Nothing can be a work of art which is not useful, that is to say, which does not minister to the body when well under the command of the mind, or which does not amuse, soothe, or elevate the mind in a healthy state. What tons upon tons of unutterable rubbish, pretending to be works of art in some degree, would this maxim clear out of our London houses.”—WILLIAM MORRIS

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