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This art of chromo-lithography harmonizes well with the special work of America at the
present moment, which is not to create, but to diffuse; not to produce literature, but to
distribute the spelling-book; not to add to the world's treasures of art, but to educate
the mass of mankind to an intelligent enjoyment of those which we already possess.
The public have shown an alacrity to possess these beautiful pictures. In April, 1861,
Louis Prang was proprietor of a small lithographic establishment in the fourth story of a
building in Boston. In order to value aright the advantage it is to the public to be able to
buy a truly beautiful little picture, correct in drawing and natural in color, for the price of
a pair of slippers, it is necessary for us to know what pictures these chromos displace. It
is not true that they lessen the demand for excellent original works. The ostentation of
the rich in this kind of luxury ministers to the pleasure of the rest of mankind, just as
the pride of a class pays for the opera, which the poor man can enjoy for next to
nothing in the gallery.
We may rely upon it, that the persons who now buy expensive works will continue so to
do, and that these chromos will enhance, rather than diminish, the value of originals,
because the possession of an original will confer more distinction when every one has
copies; and it is distinction which the foolish part of our race desires. Nor is it a slight
advantage to an artist to have in his works twp kinds of property, instead of one; the
power to sell them, and the power to sell the privilege of multiplying copies of them.
Neither art, literature, nor science will have fair play in this world, until one success,
strictly first-rate, will confer upon the producer of the work a competent estate; or, in
other words, until every one who acquires property in a production of art, literature, or
science, will pay a just compensation to the producer. Before many years have passed,
we shall see artists mounted on horseback, riding in my Central Park, who would have
gone on foot all their days but for the reproduction of their works by
chromolithography. |
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