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        <title type="main">William Hone to Alfred Hone [son], 7 March, 1829</title>
        <title type="sub">An Electronic Edition</title>
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          <name key="Hone, William, 1780-1842">William Hone</name>
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          <name xml:id="KG" key="Grimes, Kyle">Kyle Grimes</name>
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          <p>For publication in the Hone Correspondence section of the William Hone BioText,
            http://honearchive.org. The letter is published under a Creative Commons license,
            details of which are accessible from the BioText homepage.</p>
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        <p>Transcribed from the original in the Hone Collection, Adelphi University, Series 1A, Bx
          1, f. 3. I am grateful to Adelphi University for permission to edit and publish the
          letter.</p>
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      <div type="letter" n="1829-03-07">
        <head>William Hone to <ref type="person" target="whoswho.html#HoneAlfred">Alfred Hone</ref>
          [son], <date when="1829-03-07">7 March, 1829</date>. <anchor xml:id="citation"/><note
            resp="#KG" place="foot">Hone Collection, Adelphi University, Series 1A, Bx 1, f. 3.<ref
              target="#citation"> [return]</ref></note> &#8212; <ref type="tei-link"
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            <address><addrLine><ref type="place">Newington Green</ref></addrLine></address>
            <date when="1829-03-07">7 March 1829.</date>
            <salute>My dear Alfred</salute>
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            <p>This accompanies 38 Prints which, in one way or other, I think will be useful to you.
              With about 20 of them I have been accustomed to recreate as favorites, but I yield
              them to you from a conviction that the knowledge you will derive from studying them
              will be beneficially applied. Take them to your own room and keep them there, and make
              that room your home, by rendering it the deposit of every thing you get connected with
              your Art, and doing every thing in it that may any way assist your progress. Put every
              thing in such places, and arrange all in such order, that you may know where to find
              any article at any moment. Begin to do this at once, with the little you have, and you
              will acquire the habit of doing it always, and you will find your memory strengthened,
              and your advancement in study will increase to your astonishment.</p>
            <p>That you may have something of a Portfolio, I have arranged with <ref type="person"
                target="whoswho.html#HoneMatilda">Matilda</ref> that you shall be at liberty to look
              out and take to <milestone unit="fol" n="1v"/> yourself as many Prints from her stock
              as she marks at &#163;3_15_0; and I would recommend you to make a selection of <emph
                rend="underline">thoroughly good</emph> subjects. Go for quality rather than
              quantity. You had better have a dozen of thought-breeding designs by great Masters,
              than a hundred pretty show-things that tend to nothing but display. Yet do not mistake
              me, (and yet I think I hardly need give you the caution, for your judgment on most
              occasions has afforded me a gratification that I have not expressed till now) there is
              gold sometimes in dirt: and in Masters of small note, &amp; therefore in engravings of
              small price, there may be found powerful efforts; while, I am sure, you must have
              looked in vain for the merit which is sometimes accorded indiscriminantly to all that
              has been done by a man of great name. After all you must not look so much at what
              Artists have done as what Nature does. You have heard me say a thousand times that the
              greatest artists are those that are truest to Nature. Look at works of art &#8212;
              study Nature. However if I run on thus I shall get into a dissertation, instead of
              simply, <del>being</del> as I purposed, telling you that I shall be unspeakably happy
              in finding you soon settled in your room &#8212; at study &amp; at work. Talk little
              about what you do, or intend to do, and you will do a great deal. I never knew one
              talking man among the artists whose <milestone unit="fol" n="2r"/>works were worth
              [one word illegible]. Northcote<anchor xml:id="a"/><note place="bottom" resp="#KG">The
                artist and writer James Northcote (1746-1831). <ref target="#a"
                >[return]</ref></note> is an Artist &amp; one of the first talkers about art of the
              age &#8212; what has he done worth preserving? Since Haydon<anchor xml:id="b"/><note
                place="bottom" resp="#KG">Benjamin Robert Haydon (1786-1846). <ref target="#b"
                  >[return]</ref></note> talked what has <emph rend="underline">he</emph> done.
              After a man has attained to eminence, and secured independence, he may safely talk
              &#8212; not before. I say this, my boy, to warn you against the pribble prabble, and
              skimble skamble habits of the young men whom you will fall in with bye and bye &#8212;
              there is not a class of greater gossips, and tale bearers, and scandal-mongers, than
              your third &amp; fourth rate artists. The spirits they should reserve for their
              pencils &amp; chisels, they suffer to evaporate through their lips &#8212; the
              donkeys!</p>
            <p>You know well, my dear Alfred, how little I can aid you; <del>&amp;</del> but I have
              sometimes thought that you may have imagined me indifferent to your wants, because I
              have not done a little that may have seemed to you to be in my power. Notwithstanding
              all that has happened to the family,<anchor xml:id="c"/><note place="bottom"
                resp="#KG"> The reference here is likely to the combined disasters of the 1826
                bankruptcy, the unexpected death in 1827 of the younger William Hone, and Alfred's
                near-fatal accident (also in 1827). At this point in 1829, Hone was just beginning
                to extricate himself from the crippling financial obligations that, since April of
                1826, had left him living with his family within the Rules of Kings Bench prison.
                  <ref target="#c">[return]</ref></note> it is true that it is still in my power to
              get into debt &#8212; but I want the will, or rather I am fortifying myself into the
              resolution of not incurring debt to the extent of a single shilling. <emph
                rend="underline">The misery of debt is the greatest misery I ever experienced</emph>
              &#8212; <emph rend="underline">never while I live will I, if possible, owe a shilling
                to a human being.</emph> But be assured, my dear boy, that I am not unmindful of
              your colt-like appearance &#8212; you shall have a good coat before I get breeches for
              myself, &amp; your mother denounces my best pair as being neither mendable nor
              vendible</p>
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          <closer> Your most affectionate father<lb/>
            <signed>W Hone</signed>
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          <postscript>
            <p>I also send you Hogarth's Analysis of Beauty. Get everything you have at Mr. Behnes's
              to Russell Court.<anchor xml:id="d"/><note place="bottom" resp="#KG">
                <ref type="person" target="whoswho.html#BehnesWilliam">William Behnes</ref>. As the
                contents of the letter suggest, Alfred Hone was &#8212; at the age of 19
                &#8212; just setting himself up as an independent artist. Apparently, during the
                Hone family's distresses, he had stored some things with Behnes, a family friend,
                fellow artist, and mentor. <ref target="#d">[return]</ref></note></p>
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            <p>[Addressed:]<lb/> Mr. Alfred Hone<lb/>
              <ref type="place">29 Russell Court</ref>
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