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Only now and then, and especially toward the latter half of the
eighteenth century, when thought began to revive, and men dreamed of
putting the world to rights once more, there rose before them
glimpses of an Arcadian ideal. Country life--the primaeval calling
of men--how graceful and pure it might be! How graceful--if not
pure--it once had been! The boors of Teniers and the beggars of
Murillo might be true to present fact; but there was a fairer ideal,
which once had been fact, in the Eclogues of Theocritus, and the
Loves of Daphnis and Chloe. And so men took to dreaming of
shepherds and shepherdesses, and painting them on canvas, and
modelling them in china, according to their cockney notions of what
they had been once, and always ought to be. We smile now at Sevres
and Dresden shepherdesses; but the wise man will surely see in them
a certain pathos. They indicated a craving after something better
than boorishness; and the many men and women may have become the
gentler and purer by looking even at them, and have said sadly to
themselves: "Such might have been the peasantry of half Europe, had
it not been for devastations of the Palatinate, wars of succession,
and the wicked wills of emperors and kings."
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