[Date and place of publication unknown.]
THE CRADLE OF ART![117]
18th Feb. 1876.
My dear Sir: I lose a frightful quantity of time because people won't read what I ask them to read, nor believe anything of what I tell them, and yet ask me to talk whenever they think they can take a shilling or two at the door by me. I have written fifty times, if once, that you can't have art where you have smoke; you may have it in hell, perhaps, for the Devil is too clever not to consume his own smoke, if he wants to. But you will never have it in Sheffield. You may learn something about nature, shrivelled, and stones, and iron; and what little you can see of that sort, I'm going to try and show you. But pictures, never.
Ever faithfully yours,
John Ruskin.
If for no other reason, no artist worth sixpence in a day would live in Sheffield, nor would any one who cared for pictures—for a million a year.
FOOTNOTES:
[117] This letter was in answer to a request of the Sheffield Society of Artists similar to that replied to in the preceding letter.