the debt of europe to the region we are considering is as great in the case of the so-called “minor arts” as it is elsewhere. even the language preserves the record: arras has given its name to the tapestries for which it was famous, linen woven in regular patterns is called diaper, or “linge d’ypres,” cambric is simply the product of cambrai, gauntlet preserves the fame of ghent for its gloves, while the lost city of dinant was once so famous for its work in copper, brass, bronze, and gilded metal that during the middle ages all products of this kind were called dinanderie. tapestry weaving is, or was, an art essentially flemish; illumination, if shared with italy and in a measure every land where there were monks and monasteries, reached peculiarly notable heights in flanders, brabant, and champagne; the casting of bells and the forming of them into carillons is peculiarly the province of this region, while metal work, whether of gold and silver, or of bronze and copper and brass,{257} was an art of distinction even from the time of charlemagne.

it was he that was primarily responsible for the beginnings of many of these admirable arts. from his capital at aix, where he had gathered all the art and learning he could glean from western europe, went out the influences that persisted long beyond his day and that of his ill-fortuned dynasty. the scandinavian tribes and the celts of gaul had always been craftsmen in metals, particularly bronze, and charlemagne used them under the direction of his roman and byzantine artificers, developing an art that was neither one nor the other, but a new christian mode of expression. when toward the close of the tenth century the young princess theophano came from the bosporus as the bride of otho ii, she brought with her other artists, with a treasure of byzantine craftsmanship in weaving, metals, enamels, and ivory carving; and a new impulse was given, so that, under the direction of a crescent christianity, a local and racial art developed along many lines and extended itself through the whole region and into france, normandy, england, and germany as well. from aix, archbishop willigis and bishop bernward carried into{258} germany the art of metal working as they had learned it, one to mainz, the other to hildesheim, where their works still remain. to dinant, huy, and liége the same impulse was given that later extended through brabant and flanders. in france the beginnings seem to have been at the hands of st. eloi at limoges and abbot suger of st. denis, but it was all within the area to which our attention is confined.

from the time of charlemagne the production of works of art in precious and common metals was an ever-increasing industry, lapsing during the second dark ages, beginning with new and unexampled vigour with the great religious revival of the first years of the eleventh century. it is impossible to form an adequate estimate either of the magnitude of the product or the degree of concrete beauty that came in these many lines of art out of the middle ages. for five hundred years craftsmen were busy over all that is now rhenish prussia, holland, belgium, france, and england, with the scandinavian countries, italy, and spain in only a less degree, in producing an infinite number of exquisite things for an infinite number of churches; metal work of every kind and for every conceivable purpose—sacred vessels,{259} crosses, crosiers, reliquaries, shrines, tombs, and screens; woven tapestries to hang the walls of chateaux and cathedrals; embroidered and jewelled vestments for an unending series of bishops, priests, altars; illuminated volumes whose every vellum page was a work of art and whose bindings were studded with jewels; carved wood and ivory in endless designs and for endless purposes; stained glass, enamels, tiles. every church, abbey, and cathedral was by the beginning of the hundred years’ war as full of works of consummate art as the private museum of a modern millionaire, and were you to gather together the treasures of ecclesiastical crafts in the cluny, the victoria and albert museum, and the metropolitan in new york you might have about as much as at that time might have been found in a provincial cathedral of the second class or a minor monastery. in france the sculpture has been largely, and the glass partially, saved; in flanders many of the pictures; in england a good proportion of the churches themselves, but the rest is gone, utterly and irrevocably, and we can hardly more than dimly imagine from a gloucester candlestick, an ascoli cope, a shrine of st. sebald the nature of what has been taken from us.{260}

even from the first these things had three qualities that argued against their preservation, the world being what it is. they were intrinsically valuable because of their bronze and silver and gold and precious gems; therefore in the wars that followed the cresting of medi?valism they were stolen wholesale by one army after another and their jewels plucked out, and then they were broken up, melted down, and returned to their original estate of lumps of bullion, or dead metal, all of which had its price. they were the most sacred material things possessed by the church that had created them; part and parcel of the catholic sacraments, memorials of the honoured dead, caskets for the reverent treasuring of the relics of the saints; therefore they were the particular object of the blind and furious hatred of protestants, whether huguenots, calvinists, presbyterians, or, in a less degree, lutherans. they were gothic in their inimitable art, hence anathema to the bewigged bishops, the worldly priests, and, most dangerous of all, the conceited canons of the eighteenth century. what the thief overlooked the fanatic destroyed, and what he forgot the ignorant and vulgar amateur purged away to make place for imitation marble and secular{261} frippery. after four centuries of this it is a wonder that anything remains, and, to tell the truth, there is little enough.

nevertheless, it is surprising how much of this was still in our chosen territory in 1914, and how much that is in museums elsewhere came originally from the same place. liége had its extraordinary bronze font, hal a font, a lectern, and many other treasures of late gothic and early renaissance art; louvain, tirlemont, xanten, aix, and trèves each had a few pieces of metal work of immense artistic value, while in bruges, ghent, brussels, and antwerp, in laon, noyon, sens, and reims were a few miraculously preserved shrines, tapestries, vestments, and sacred vessels. as for the treasures of the european and american museums, the greater part came from flanders, brabant, the rhineland, or eastern france, for this was the great centre of industry, the fountainhead of artistic inspiration. of the “dinanderie” that owed its existence to the influence of the four great leaders, st. eloi, st. willigis, abbot suger, and bishop bernward, absolutely nothing remains except the fine group of bronze masterpieces by the last at hildesheim. liége had, however, the extremely important{262} bronze font made by regnier of huy about 1112, and lille possessed a censer of his workmanship, while in maastricht was a great shrine of gilded and enamelled copper set with precious stones; the convent of notre dame at namur and the church of walcourt had no less than eighteen specimens of the handicraft of brother hugh of the great but long ago destroyed abbey at oignies between the meuse and the sambre, representing the art of a century later, while later still we had the “chasse de notre dame” and the reliquary of st. eleutherus at tournai, and the shrine of st. gertrude of nivelles made in 1272. of the vast product of the fourteenth century there are a few fragments only, an eagle lectern and a great paschal candlestick at tongres, some crosses, reliquaries, monstrances, and candlesticks at aix, tongres, furnes, mainz, xanten, bruges, and ghent, but, fortunately it would now seem, the greater part of what remains is preserved in the museums of paris and london and therefore safe for another period. outside the museums the great treasures were to be found at sens and laon, the latter being particularly rich, as is proved by the fact that the cathedral is said to contain no less than eighty reliquaries covering the whole period of the middle ages. so far as monumental tombs are concerned, every church in france has been swept clear, chiefly by the revolutionists, not one of the marvellous collections at st. denis and reims remaining, but in bruges we still have the fine tomb of mary of burgundy, of black marble encased in a foliated tracery of gilded copper and coloured enamels.

in the bourdons of france and the carillons of the low countries the art of the metal-worker combines with that of music. both the carillon and the english peal are late developments, the first of the sixteenth, the second of the seventeenth century, but from the beginning of the thirteenth century great bells, used singly or in small combinations, were in constant use. most of the latter are gone, melted down in the hundred years’ war and the revolution in france, and the wars of religion in the rhineland and the low countries, though a few remain at amiens, sens, metz, and beauvais, with one weighing over a ton which hung at reims until last year. the carillons of belgium and holland were intact until that time, though many have now fallen with the splendid towers that held them. arras is gone and probably dunkerque; louvain and ypres{264} are gone and possibly mons; malines, most beautiful of all, has been battered to pieces and its forty-five bells have been cracked, melted, hurled in ruin down through the many stories of the great tower. time after time during the last generation from twenty thousand to forty thousand people have assembled to hear these bells rung by m. denyn, the greatest master of the art, but they will hear them no more until, perhaps, when the world is made new the bells of malines may ring out again to welcome the dawn of a better day.

whether the english peal of an octave, with the bells attuned to the intervals of the diatonic scale, and swung by hand, a man to each rope, in accordance with the most intricate mathematical formulas and without recognised melodies, is better or worse art than the carillon of thirty-five to fifty-two bells, covering sometimes four octaves and a half, in accord with the chromatic scale, fixed in their head-stocks and struck by hammers manipulated by one man sitting before a keyboard, and reproducing the most elaborate musical compositions, is no part of the argument. each has its place, each is a mode of musical art, and just because one may like the strange and{265} subtle variations of an english peal thundering out its vibrant tones from great bells swinging and clashing in a grey old tower, it does not follow that he must reject the floating and ethereal harmonies of the belgian carillon pouring into the still evening air strange melodies that are eternally haunting in their poignant appeal. they are silent now, even those that still hang in their tall towers, and the roar of giant artillery, splitting and harshly reverberating, has taken their place. in the good beginnings iron was anathema and might not be used in the service of the church; bronze alone was tolerable. now iron is king and holds dominion over the world, transmuted into steel through the offices of its ally, coal. bronze is rejected, shattered, dethroned, but some of the great bells yet remain, hanging silent and patient while hell rages around them and iron asserts its universal dominion. perhaps by and by they will give tongue again, proclaiming the end of the iron age, calling in once more a better and more righteous sovereignty.

some day the world will awaken to the fact that there are other great arts besides architecture, painting, and sculpture; already there is a suspicion abroad that music, poetry, and the drama{266} are arts also and not merely vehicles for the expression of temperament, and there is even a preliminary waking of the subconsciousness which threatens to confess that ritual and ceremonial have been, and may be again, a great fine art in the same sense. little by little the pharisaic phrase, “industrial art,” is yielding some of its component parts and offering them to the very superior haute noblesse of fine art, and amongst these are stained glass and tapestry. the recent discovery of the existence of chartres cathedral and its glass has settled one point, and much against their will the artist and the amateur and the commentator have had to admit that the art of these windows, and of those at bourges and le mans and angers, is of the highest, and quite in the class of the painters of italy and flanders, the sculptors of france and england (in the middle ages), and the master builders from laon to amiens.

of this particularly glorious art, which has become more completely a lost art than any other ever revealed to man, there is little in the region under consideration. it did not issue from the heart of europe, but had its beginnings elsewhere and its culmination as well. it was an art of{267} the twelfth and thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, degenerating rapidly after the year 1300, and, while the churches and abbeys and cathedrals between the seine and the somme were once splendid with glass that almost rivalled that of chartres, the reformation and the revolution had seen to it that the major part of this glory had been made to depart. amiens retains a little in its chevet chapels, and reims only a year ago was blazing with an apocalyptic splendour that is now transformed into gaping and fire-swept openings, laced by distorted metal bars, and heaps of pulverised refuse ground into the blood and ashes on shattered pavements. whatever the low countries may have had is long since gone the way of all the other beautiful things the calvinists did not like and only fragments, imitations, and renaissance absurdities remain.

with the other great art, that of tapestry, the case is fortunately different. this was almost the intimate art of the heart of europe, finding its beginnings in aix when the greek princess brought with her from the east the first examples of byzantine needlework and weaving that had been seen in the west in her day, and going on to new glories in arras, brussels, tournai, audenaarde, lille,{268} enghien. the perfection of tapestry weaving came in the last half of the fifteenth century, but the advance was regular for a century before, and if we can judge from the few examples left the work of the fourteenth century had many fine and powerful qualities that were all its own. the collapse came suddenly, early in the sixteenth century, being marked by raphael’s intrusion into a field where he had no place, and after this there was no more hope for tapestry than for the other arts, and it rapidly sank to the point where the products of the gobelins, beauvais, and aubussons looms were much admired.

if gothic tapestry had possessed a pecuniary value easily translated into cash, or if it had been closely associated with the most sacred religious things, we should have preserved less than is actually the case. as it is, it was seldom the victim of cupidity or fanaticism, but by its very nature it was perishable, and therefore nearly all the work antedating the fifteenth century has vanished. its greatest enemy, however, was the ignorant and vulgar culture of the nineteenth century, and during the first fifty years of this destructive epoch it melted rapidly away. just before the outbreak of the french revolution it{269} is no exaggeration to say that there were in france alone enough tapestries to carpet a road from paris to arras; of course, many were of the gobelins type and comparatively valueless as art, but every chateau, every cathedral and monastery, almost every church had its sets of “arras,” and these were of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries; the curious products of the renaissance were confined to kings, princes, great nobles, and to their respective palaces. with 1793 the massacre began; everything feudal, even by implication, was burned, sometimes just out of pure deviltry, as when tapestries were consumed in heaps at the foot of the “tree of liberty”; sometimes through thrift, as when in 1797 the directory burned at one time nearly two hundred ancient works of art to recover the gold and silver bullion—which they did at this one holocaust to the value of $13,000. mr. g. l. hunter has reckoned the value of these destroyed tapestries at about $2,500,000 in the market of to-day. at this rate, the current value of all the tapestries in france at the revolution would have been about $250,000,000.

no appreciation of this value developed until nearly the end of the nineteenth century. in 1852 a set of ten, formerly belonging to louis{270} philippe, with a total length of one hundred and twenty feet, sold for about $1,200, and at the same sale another set of six, running to eighty feet, was bought for $400. at present the intrinsic value of these wonderful creations is quite fully appreciated, and any one who can secure a fifteenth-century work for less than $300 a square yard is fortunate. and yet during the whole of the eighteenth century tapestries were ruthlessly cut up to form floor rugs, used for packing bales of merchandise, or, as at angers, slashed into strips to protect the roots of orange-trees from the cold, or nailed on the stalls of the bishop’s stable so that the episcopal nags might not scar their precious flanks. this last outrage, by the way, was perpetrated on the unique series of the apocalypse, a sequence of panels eighteen feet high with a total length of four hundred and seventy-two feet, woven in paris about 1370 from designs by jean de bruges, court painter to the emperor charles v, for the use of the duke of anjou in his private chapel, and at a cost (in the money of to-day) of upward of $60,000. they had been given to the cathedral by king rené in 1480, but by the beginning of the nineteenth century they were quite out of fashion and therefore useless;{271} so until a rag merchant sufficiently accommodating could be found they were used as noted above and finally sold (the opportunity at last offering) in 1843 for $60, the purchaser ultimately returning them to the cathedral when some glimmerings of intelligence came back to the ecclesiastical authorities.

when this sort of thing was the rule in france and england and germany for more than a century during which civilisation and culture were progressing with such notable rapidity, it is a miracle that anything has come down to us, particularly when you remember what the calvinists and sansculottes and reformers did to monasteries and chateaux and entire cities in the two preceding centuries; but a good deal did so come down, including even the poor remains of the very much domesticated tapestries of angers. there is only one other fourteenth-century set woven at arras that can positively be identified, and that is the series now (or recently) in the cathedral of tournai, though we know from wills and inventories that at the beginning of the fifteenth century they existed in hundreds. the remains of this early work are fine and strong in design, powerful as decoration, clear but faded in{272} colour. with the fifteenth century there came an amazing advance, similar to the sudden appearance of the van eycks in painting at exactly the same moment. the “burgundian sacraments”—or what remains—now in the metropolitan museum as the gift of the late j. p. morgan, is one of the finest examples in existence of this earliest of the great periods. admirable as it is, it fails in perfection of beauty before the wonderful works of art that immediately followed. with the beginning of the fifteenth century tapestry weaving came suddenly to a level of supreme excellence that places it for a hundred years on a level with the other arts, however august they may be. very few of these masterpieces remain in belgium; you must search for them in paris, in london, in madrid, in new york, in the museums of all the world, but the search is rewarded by the discovery of an art that, however brief its day, was one of the great arts of the world.

each art has its own medium of expression and to this medium it absolutely adheres in its periods of greatness, adapting itself to its limitations, working within them, and even making them tributary to its excellence. limitations are, after{273} all, the greatest gift of god to man instead of being, as the last century feigned, something that deplorably existed only to be transcended; without them man would revert to the condition of the jellyfish or the primal ooze of the depths of the sea; with them he has an opportunity to demonstrate his divine elements through a development that is both in spite of and because of the firm lines they draw that cannot be overpassed. one of the great things in art is its revelation of the possibility of spiritual achievement by and through the narrowest physical limitations. when, on the other hand, architecture tries to assimilate the peculiar methods of bridge building; when painting intrudes into the province of sculpture, literature, photography, or even music; when music becomes mathematical or takes to itself the habits of the circus performer; when sculpture deliquesces into a sloppy kind of black-and-white illustration; when stained glass and tapestry become pictorial; when, in fact, all the arts forsake their own provinces and deny their own limitations, as they have tended to do during the last century, splashing over, the one into the other, they cease to be arts at all and become unprofitable aberrations.{274}

only three great arts have come into existence during the last two thousand years—music, stained glass, and tapestry—and each developed its own exact and individual mode of expression. music was as old as architecture, painting, sculpture, poetry, and the drama, but under the influences of christianity it gradually transformed itself into what was almost a new art and one that has remained the only vital art through all the unfriendly influences of modern civilisation. stained glass was an absolutely new art, taking its rise in the twelfth century, culminating in the thirteenth, decaying through the two following centuries, and entirely disappearing in the eighteenth century. it is an art of christianity, of frank genius, and of the ?le de france. tapestry is also a new art, beginning about 1350, culminating a century later, dying almost in a day (as a great art), about 1520. it also is christian, but, unlike glass, it is primarily secular, and it is explicitly and almost exclusively flemish, the great contribution of a distinguished race to the imperishable art of the world.

it was the glorification of a national industry—weaving—and is significant as showing how, under wholesome impulses and in a stimulating envi{275}ronment, a simple industry may be transfigured and made into art. its medium was peculiarly delicate, subtle, and beautiful, threads of spun wool, silk and gold and silver woven by hand into a fixed warp of strung threads. these filaments of silk (as in the finest work) had peculiar qualities of beauty, combining both lustrousness and depth, while the colours being entirely vegetable dyes, with none of the harsh horrors of the analine by-products of coal-tar, were infinitely varied and of unique richness and soft splendour. fortunately, this new artistic mode was developed sufficiently prior to the breakdown of art which was signalised by the career of a man in himself a very great artist—raphael—to permit a full century of life, and at the hands of a people who had a peculiar appreciation of decoration and of decorative methods. the result was startling, for a new art was born and one of the most distinguished quality. as colour decoration the tapestries of flanders come near being the very finest things in the world, although we must judge them from a few examples only, the admittedly greatest having long since fallen victims to greed, fanaticism, and the stolid ignorance of the eighteenth century. fortunately for the general public,{276} the remaining masterpieces are now widely scattered and may be studied with comparative ease, the metropolitan museum in new york being particularly rich and having, either in its own name or by loan, the burgundian sacraments, the matchless “mazarin” christ in glory, the almost equally beautiful “coronation of the virgin,” as well as scores of others, many of them of supreme excellence.

it is as impossible to describe a tapestry in words as it is to do the same by a chartres window. in point of composition the tapestries of the fifteenth century are matched only by the greatest pictures; even when they are crowded with figures there is the most masterly spacing of masses, the most consummate balance of form. when one realises that in every case the design is the work of the members of the guild and not of the more famous painters of the time, the wonder grows over the apparently universal feeling for the highest type of artistic expression. compared with the best of the flemish tapestries, the boasted and “much admired” composition of raphael in the “disputa” and the “school of athens,” of michael angelo in the sistine chapel, is mathematical and academic. in line{277} and line composition there is the same exquisite sensitiveness that is almost greek or japanese in its subtlety and rhythm, while the colour, though in many cases faded, is as pure and musical in its several tones as it is resonant and splendid in combination. and through all this consummate mastery and this supreme artistic sense run a peculiar charm and distinction that are found only in such unique products as the pictures of jan van eyck, fra angelico, the lorenzetti, carpaccio, and their kind. through them you enter into a dim and golden fairyland full of wistful music and haunting memories, where fair ladies, courteous knights, delicate-winged angels, aureoled saints in blazing dalmatics pass like dreams through far countries, “where it is always afternoon” and where the land is always lovely, the skies serene, the flowers and birds and little beasts friendly and well beloved. chretien de troyes and the troubadours and the court of love, king arthur and roland and king rené, guenivere, and the gracious queens and gentle ladies of all the middle ages live again, or rather prolong their lives through a passive immortality into which whoever understands is welcome to enter and sit him down in peace.