Lot n° 46
1500 - 1800
Result with fees
: 2 080EUR
DELACROIX Eugène (1798-1863).
2 L.A.S. "Eug. Delacroix", [October-December 1828], to Charles SOULIER in Autun; 3 pages in-4 (of which the upper half of the 1st leaf has been torn, small tear in the stamp, split), and 3 pages in-4, addresses. [October 7]. ... "How is your burgher's face; and yours, by the way. You have that of being in bad shape, as it appears from your letter. You wouldn't know me, I'm so fat: that's what surprises everyone; what it's due to, I don't know. Perhaps prosperity. Since you are interested in what concerns me, I will tell you that the cursed painting of the Duke of Orleans [Richelieu saying mass] has kept me busy for three long months...] The Minister of the Interior, a kind man in every respect, has commissioned me to paint a picture for the Museum of the city of Nancy depicting the death of Charles the Bold or the Bold [The Battle of Nancy], a great libertine by nature. When are you coming to Paris, dear Drôle, to show me your good candle wax figure which I love so much and which reminds me of such good times in my poor life. When you are in Paris you spend your time walking around. I hardly see you any more than if you were in Autun, the city of pigs. [...] I spent part of the evening yesterday with [Frédéric] Leblond; another good face who also reminds me of good times. I took tobacco with him as if it had been you; for you are the only one so far who corrupts my morals on this point, as you have to reproach yourself on so many others; for you can boast of having applauded for me the path of all the visses. You have made [of me] a drunkard, a runner of bad places as reprobate by morality as by good taste"... He will soon leave for Touraine... He signs: "Eug. Delacroix Painter of History and budding baron".
Tours November 9. "I received with infinite pleasure your excellent prose, dearest amico. I was and still am in the arms of the filthiest flanery in the bosom of Touraine. [...] The more I go, the more I have trouble putting my hand to a pen and frankly if it were not for the excessive pleasure of receiving replies, I don't think I could ever decide to do it"... He interrupts his letter at the bottom of the page, to take it up again in Paris on December 20th. He is sorry to know that Soulier is ill... "I am going to move again. God knows when I will finish my caravans. This time I will have under the same key the lodging and the workshop and I hope to gain much time and good work. [...] Fate is a damn pig to always arrange things in such a way that we are obliged to live far from each other". Since his return, he has "not seen any Dominicans" [the Coëtlosquets, who lived in Saint-Dominique street]: "I [have] very seriously realized that what made me so furiously thin were these evenings, at the end of which I always ended up going to bed at one o'clock in the morning. - This is foolishness, because it does nothing but make you witty. My beautiful wife [Eugenie Dalton], who is always sufficiently beautiful for me, is very fond of Monsieur. I advise Monsieur to dig up Monsieur's entrails"...
Correspondance générale (t. I, p. 222, and 224 incomplete and badly dated).
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