ARTICLE II.--MURILLO.

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FIFTEEN years after Wellington drove the French out of the Peninsula and opened the country to Englishmen, David Wilkie went to Spain and found a new world of art, which, though it greatly fascinated him, he did not seem to be able to comprehend. Its richness, color, depth, boldness, fairly bewildered him. Since that time, more sympathetic artists, with something of the native fire of the Spaniards themselves, such as Henri Regnault, Clairin, Bonnat, and the brilliant painter, Fortuny, who, though a Spaniard by birth, was educated in Rome and Paris, have lived in Spain, and, under its own skies have studied its art in the old churches, the old houses, the museums, and, above all, the Madrid gallery, into which the treasures of Spanish painting have gravitated, and which, with the exception of two or three masterpieces at Rome and Dresden, is the finest gallery in the world.