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THE LATE JOSEPH EDWARDS THE SCULPTOR. The early life of the late Mr Edwards is of such a romantic character that we are tempted to re- print, in an abbreviated form, a sketch of his biography which fppeared in the Cardiff Times nearly 20 years ago. It is now nearly 60 years ago since, one bright summer's day, a lad might have been seen assisting put-ingup a tombstone in the picturesque graveyard of Vaynor. It was his own handiwork,smd the eyes of thoboy dwelt lovingly on his early effort. He was no common lad, but had a big brow of his own, and the thoughtful spectator would not have passed by uninterested or unobservant of an in- telligent looking worker among the dead. The tomb is still there, grey with time. Joseph Edwards was born on Saturday, March 5th, 1314, at Yniscoy, Merthyr, in a little house near the iron bridge, of humble parents, and it is a noticeable fact to record that soon after he was born his parents were visited by Gwilym Tew, a local poet of repute, who wished to satisfy himself of the truth of the rumour, very current, to the effect that the child had an astonishing conforma- tion of the head. The breadth of brow- was indeed remarkable, and Gwilym did not peril his reputa- tion for sagacity by prophesying for young Joseph a brilliant future. It has been said, and the saving is based 011 a wide range of experience, that our great men owe more to their mothers than to their fathers. This was especially so in the case of Joseph Edwards. -iot'i His mother had not only a mind devotionally toned, but she was artistically inclined, and could paint flowers with taste and purity. In addition she was gentle and amiable. Though of poor -station, these traits proved her to possess the in- herent excellencies of womankind, the character- istics that stamp the lady, be it in hall or hovel. But Joseph's mother died when he was a little boy, and left him to struggle upwards without that aid and counsel a mother can best give. At the early age of seven he began to show an aptitude for his fathar's principal calling, which was that of a letter cutter on tombs and head- stones, and there was lately, and possibly is still, at the house of James Edwards, Glebeland-place, Merthyr, the first specimen of the young boy's attempt in that way, a small oval stone bearing his iiaiiie and age. It was partly from this early aptitude, and the slight pecuniary help which began before long to accrue therefrom, combined with his father's illness at this time, and long continued illness afterwards, that his early edu- cation was neglected. In fact, his school days may be very summarily passed over. A little before his seventh year he attended the school of the Rev. J. B. Evans, minister of Yniscoy. Secondly, for a time equally brief, he was at the school of G. Williams, Glebeland and, lastly, for a few months he joined au evening class, kept by David Williams, of Georgetown. This scantiness of school instruction was not regretted by him at the time being, as is often the case with boys, but little impressed with the important bearing early training has in after years. His mind was much more bent 011 playing and. practising his father's ordinary calling, adding occasionally attempts at drawing, paint- lng, carving, and even strumming a little on the harp. Among the early endeavours which indi- cated a growing artistic taste in the boy, we may mention first an ideal representation of a lady painted by him on lead, from a lithograph; a copy, on a fine textured stone, of a child asleep, sculptured by him from a small model; together with a copy of a medallion of Lord Byron, which he carved on a piece of white marble given him by the father of Penry Williams. Long after- wards these two last specimens of his earlv essays were given to Lady Charlotte Guest, and were highly prized bv her. When Joseph was in his teens he heard of the ancient works of sculpture at Margam, and he went to see them. He had previously produced from his chisel the much admired figure of the weeping mother on the Greenhouse headstone iu the Merthyr churchyard, and thus laid claim to be i a sculptor. But it was not until he had visited Margam that the longing desire arose to remove to some larger town, where his genius would have better scope, and where, under brighter influences, he might improve in his art, and very shortly afterwards he left Merthyr for Swansea, walking all the way in one day. On the same day he succeeded in obtaining employ- ment at the workshop of a statuary mason named Jones. Here his diligence and ability were so conspicuous that he was soon appointed fore- man, at the magnificent remuneration of 3s a day. But he managed to save money, and, on attaining his majority, returned to Merthyr prior to leaving Wales for London. 0 In was in March, 1835, when Edwards started for London. For weeks lie wandered about the metropolis, visiting the British Museum, the vari- ous sculpture and art galleries, and viewing the great achievements of architecture in which London is so rich. But ere long his resources got so small that he was compelled to look out for employment. Before leaving Merthyr he had been favoured with a note of introduction to Mr Behues, who then held a fair position as a sculptor in the metropolis. And as soon as his lessened purse remiuded him of the necessity of gaining employ- ment he called upon that gentleman, and tendered the note, waiting iu that anxious state of suspense we can so easily imagine the decision of the employer. Mr Behnes did not keep him long in doubt, but quickly turned round aud said, I cannot do anything. You are from the country, and consequently of no use to me, not having had any ex perieuce." He said this in a sharp, business, city tone; but, seeing the young expressive face look downcast with the vision of wrecked hopes and ruined fortunes, lie added, with more feeling, "But I kuow a Mr Brown, a statuary and marble mason, who may do something for you. Come along with me and we will see." Joseph brightened up at this, and accompanied Mr Behnes to tho marble worker's shop, but there also disappointment awaited him. "He was not wanted; there was no opening." Behnes seemed to fed a little for the young man's ill-success, and good naturedly told him that until something turned up he could stay in his shop and see a little of the manipula- tion of the trade. It would be some kind of a shelter. He could not employ him, but an ov; uig elsewhere might offer. Edwards tliankfun- accepted even this small help, and like a Barme- cide, who goes through the action of eating a good meal from all empty plate, lie went regularly to Behnes s place of business like the other workmen, o'i unlike them, received neither work nor pay. This was a critical and sad epoch of his life. When the men left for dinner, Joseph left with them, and for aught they knew, or perlxvps cared, to as good a dinner as they enjoyed but, alas it was to ramble in one of the parks through the dinner hour, and there brood over the gathering clouds. City men noticed the pale young Welsh- man furtively break a penny loaf in two, and eat it; but if lie caught their eye the tear was brushed aside, the quivenug lip was stilled, and none cared to question one whose erect gait and stern looks savoured of the proud though poor mountaineer. As honest and unassuming a man as ever breathed; but in his poverty, and the hard effort to conceal his poverty from the eye of the curious —lid wards was p. oud. Poor young Welshman In that cheerless gar- ret, through whose window paues stared the same demon that glowered on Chatterton and haunted Tom Hood, was the old, old scene to be re-acted. u there to be another touching episode of genius, withered in all its youthful purity and freshness by the chill stern world ? Or were the dark waters of the Thames to roll and mourn their dirge over another untimely fate ? Happily not. Sturdily the young Welshman braved tlie assault, and nobly bore up under the cold shadow ot neglect. Cast down he was at times, but he quickly rose again; and even 111 the darkest, hour there was more than a spice of the heroic in the sentiment he ex- pressed-" I will brave it out or die; and many a better man has gone before." By and bye, as if the fates were trying to crush him, a little gleam of hope peered out on his troubled way. During the long interval that he was unemployed, he availed himself of the per- mission to remain during the day in one of Behnes's rooms, but how occupied did not tran- spire for a long time. It happened that towards the close of the gloomiest chapter of his life Brown, the marble mason, wanted a hand, and bethought himself of young Edwards. Behne*, he remembered, had come with the young man, and to the studio of the sculptor lie went at once,, and there inquired if the young Welshman—for by this name Edwards was known-had got into any work, and, if not, where was he? Ho was told that Edwards was somewhere on the pre- mises, and still out of employment. Brown said he had an opening, and wanted him. Behnes shouted for Edwards, but finding that he was in an upper story, mounted up to tell him the good news. He found the young man busily employed in some efforts at modelling, and told him that he was happy to bring him good tidings there was a place open at last at the marble mason's. While telling the delighted man, his eye fell on the work Joseph had been doing, and stepping quickly to the spot, he said. Who lias been doing this I," said Edwards, diffidently. Another and It keener look was given, one not unmixed with surprise. Without shaking, lie went hastily to the top of the stairs and called out, Has any one been here with the young Welshman ?" He was assured that no one had been there, and re- turning to Edwards, who stood wondering at the little drama going on, Behnes said, You had better go and thank Mr.Brown for his kindness, hut gi\ e him niv compliments, and say you will stay with me I will employ you, aud vou can begin at once with a guinea a week." How the keen eye of Edwards glistened What a vista opened cut at once He had seen the last of the evil days—the dawn of a better time was at hand. Behue-i had, at first, mistaken his man. hen Edwards introduced himself, he saw nothing in the keen eye and bread brow. He saw merely a Welshman, a dweller among the mountains, who might have caught the inspira- tion of poetry, but who had acquired none of the rich elegance of art. But though the man stood by him an uninterpreted book, the first exhibition of his skill was like the opening of the pages to his view, and there he was wise enough to read the preface of a bright, perhaps noble manhood— the isitrednctiou of a life work that might be honourable, and would certainly be profitable to himself. Behnes saw this—his trained eye recog- nised iu a moment the hand of something more tliau a rustic, and he at once determined that under tie circumstances should his studio lose so promising an aid. The young sculptor worked very hard in his new sphere. Day after day, night after night, the patient man laboured and studied, and but for the mountain exerche of his youth, and the solid constitution he had acquired iu childhood, free from hurtful excesses, his would have been j another instance of self-sacriifce—another instance of the sword wearing away the mortal sheath. Tho first few years of his career in London were 1 narked by great self-denial. There was not sum cleat employment at the studio the wages small enough if lagularly received, were irretjfulai'ly obtained, and the result, bad enough 111 the country,^was still worse iu the city. But evcu with straitened means his love of literature was obliged to be gratified, though at the ccpense of personal suffering. Oue illustration of this trait W'-y be narrated. He found himself one day by a bookstall with a solitary shilling in his pocket. Befoie him was a book he had an ardent longing for-aii intense desire to enrich himself with its wealth. But it was his dinner hour, aud he had but a shilling in the world. Then came the COli- test—dinner or book ? And the book carried the day. A year had rolled by since his engagement by Lennes, and Christmas had come. His means were small, bui that Christmas his father was delighted with the receipt of a guinea, from his absent son, and joyous was the Christmas dinner of the old man and his family, and glowing the picture drawn around that Christmas hearth of the sunny condition Joseph must, they concluded, fully enjoy. In the year 1837, when only 23 years old, Ed- wards succeeded in entering the Koyal Acaderny as student, and had not long enjoyed this honour before lie placed his name on the li sts as one of the competitors for the prize medal of th.1t. year, The medal was to be giveit for the best production in the antique school, and Edwards had not only to produce an able work of art, but one thaI; snould eclipse the productions of men who had rù- ceived an admirable education in the profession. Early at toe task, his whole soul was thrown into the contest, and when the time came for the winner to be called forward, Joseph Edwards was the mail. A few years ago, and he had been credited only with the reputation of being a competent engraver Oil stone. Now he was acknowledged by the highest in the art to have more thoroughly com- prehended the old masters of sculpture than any of the numerous band in the school. Rumours of his .success reached Merthyr,audthe town was proud of the man who had left Merthyr oidy two years before, and in so short a time had achieved fame. In 1839, Edwards competed for the first prize medal of the year, three prize medals being an- nounced for competition, and lie was :t.g'aill successful. While steadily making his profession the object of his greatest solicitude, Edwards neglected no means of richly storing his mind, and the world ill LondOil" began to acknowledge him as a sculptor of rare and pure tastes. Many anecdotes are on record of his gratitude towards those who in any way showed him kind- ness. As a servant, in the "employ of the late Mr Bosanquet, of Dingestow Court, Monmouth- shire, there lived a poor girl, related to a friend of Edwards. The latter had promised his friend to watch over her welfare, tuid did so to the best of his power, until she fell ill, and died. Mr Bosanquet acted so nobly throughout the girl's service and illness, and displayed such thoughtful tenderness towards her, that after the funeral Edwards begged that Mr Bosanquet would sit to him for his bust, as a mark of his gratitude for the kindness shown to the girl, Mr Bosanquet, after some demur, finally consented, but after- wards insisted on paying fifteen guineas for the work. After his success at the Koyal Society, fortune smiled steadily upon him; commissions followed each other unceasingly. Among the principal of his earlier works were— The Daughter of the Dav, ri," The Last Dream," Religion Crushing Justice," erected in Dingestow Church, to commemorate the Right Hon. Sir J. Bernard Bosanquet, one of Her Majesty's judges of the Court of Common Pleas 'The Vision," The Weary Reassured," "Self l^o'wlfidge," The High Priest of Science," Religion," Hope," The Adoration of the Spirit Ascending," which wa,nt of space will not allow us to describe. Of his works in recent years it is unnecessary to speak, as they are well known. Mr Edwards adds another to the long list of Welshmen who have gone from their native mountains to achieve name and fame in the metropolis, and few among the long roll deserve a more honoured place in the list.

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