Their fate is striking: Agostino, divided from his brother Annibal, sunk into dejection and melancholy, and perished by a premature death, while Annibal closed his days not long after in a state of distraction.

The brothers of Nature and Art could not live together, and could not live separate.
[Footnote A: See an article on the Carracci in "Curiosities of Literature." vol.ii.] The history of artists abounds with instances of jealousy, perhaps more than that of any other class of men of genius.

HUDSON, the master of REYNOLDS, could not endure the sight of his rising pupil, and would not suffer him to conclude the term of his apprenticeship; while even the mild and elegant Reynolds himself became so jealous of WILSON, that he took every opportunity of depreciating his singular excellence.

Stung by the madness of jealousy, BARRY one day addressing Sir Joshua on his lectures, burst out, "Such poor flimsy stuff as your discourses!" clenching his fist in the agony of the convulsion.

After the death of the great artist, BARRY bestowed on him the most ardent eulogium, and deeply grieved over the past.