Edwin Landseer (1802–1873)

This book, published in 1880, is the oldest I currently own. As I am a big fan of Newfoundland dogs, and therefore a fan of Landseer's painting, ‘A Distinguished Member of the Humane Society’ who features what looks like a black and white Newfoundland dog, I was excited to find a copy of the book that wasn’t too expensive.

The book has 16 prints of his paintings in it including the ‘Distinguished Member’. Whoever put the book together also had a little story to go along with each show more painting. The stories use animals like dogs in lessons in morality. I will include a couple of excepts from stories in this review. I also will add a picture of the page that has that painting in my profile pictures.

What is interesting is what I learned about Sir Edwin Landseer in Wikipedia.

Sir Edwin Henry Landseer (7 March 1802 – 1 October 1873) was an English painter and sculptor, well known for his paintings of animals – particularly horses, dogs, and stags.

One of his earliest paintings is credited as the origin of the myth that St. Bernard rescue dogs in the Alps carry a small casket of brandy on their collars. Alpine Mastiffs Reanimating a Distressed Traveller (1820) shows two of the dogs standing over a man who is partially buried in snow. One is barking to attract attention while the other, who is depicted with the miniature barrel, attempts to revive the man by licking his hand.

So popular and influential were Landseer's paintings of dogs in the service of humanity that the name Landseer came to be the official name for the variety of Newfoundland dog that, rather than being black or mostly black, features a mixture of both black and white. It was this variety Landseer popularised in his paintings celebrating Newfoundlands as water rescue dogs, most notably Off to the Rescue (1827), A Distinguished Member of the Humane Society (1838), and Saved (1856). The paintings combine the Victorian conception of childhood with the appealing idea of noble animals devoted to humankind, a devotion indicated, in Saved, by the fact the dog has rescued the child without any apparent human involvement.

Wikipedia also has a page specific for the painting I first mentioned:

A Distinguished Member of the Humane Society is an 1831 oil on canvas work by English painter Sir Edwin Henry Landseer depicting a Newfoundland dog. These dogs are recognised in Europe as a breed in their own right, the Landseer E.C.T. named after the painter. The original was damaged in a flood whilst on loan to the Tate Gallery in 1928, and was returned to public view for the first time in 50 years after it was restored in 2009.

The dog in the painting is meant to be "Bob", a dog that was found in a shipwreck off the coast of England. The dog found his way to the London waterfront where he became known for saving people from drowning, a total of twenty–three times over the course of fourteen years. For this, he was made a distinguished member of the Royal Humane Society, granting him a medal and access to food.

The story that went along with the print of that painting in the book contained this:

‘Noble Dash has a kind master, who values his faithful dog, and who would not part with him for a pile of silver and gold, He never forgets the day when his fair-haired little Mary was washed by a big wave into the sea as’ she ran towards her ball, which Tom had thrown into the tide. Dash at the time was lying as if asleep on a heap of sea-weed a short distance off. At the cry of Mary's nurse he bounded away, and in a moment was battling in the midst of the waves. He soon had little Mary's dress held fast in the grip of his strong teeth, and swam bravely with her ashore. Good dog! who could repay him for such a noble deed? Mary's father and mother patted and praised him, and nurse and the children cried over him and hugged him, all dripping as he was from the salt sea; and that night, when little Mary was: warmly asleep in her bed, and the household met together at the hour of evening prayer, no one was surprised that Mary s father thanked God that he had made so noble a dumb creature as faithful Dash, who had saved the life of his darling child.’

Here are a few other bits from other stories from the book that go along with other prints:

‘Of course the rabbits must be killed, as they are good food for man, and the land would be overrun with them if they were not destroved; still we cannot but regret that putting them to death should give delight rather than pain. Dogs know no better than to take pleasure in worrying and killing the furry creatures that cannot defend themselves; but kind-hearted children will never enjoy such cruel sport. They would say, “You tell us the poor rabbits must be destroyed; but we have watched them frisking for joy in the twilight, and we would rather not see them die.”’

‘And if little children would grow up good and loved and happy, they must learn, like the soft-eared dog, to do as they are told. It is not a nice sight to see boys and girls pouting and crying because they cannot always have the things they wish. We once felt sorry to see a rosy-cheeked child with his mouth full of sweetmeats worrying his mother for more. She looked very pale and ill, as if she could scarcely bear the noise he made; but when she told him more would make him sick, he cried with passion. Now Carlo would like a race round the yard after the young rabbits, who eat their supper in peace on the low table under which he lies; but he does not do what he likes, because, though he is only a dog, he learned to obey. And should a dog behave better than a child?’

‘Do you not wish that the poor little children who live in dirty courts and play in the gutters had some of the care and kindness shown to this favoured dog? No one combs their tangled hair— no one washes their little faces, some of which would be go pretty if they were only clean. The lovely flowers are washed by the rain, the shining shells are washed by the sea, and the boys and girls and pet dogs in good houses are washed by servants. But there are many children in the smoky alleys of large towns whom no one washes. Poor things! they need plenty of fresh water, and kind people to see that they use it. Then they would be sweeter than the flowers, as rosy as some sea-shells, and as healthy and comfortable as well-cared-for Fido.’

I am very happy to have the book in my collection. show less