THEODORE MOMMSEN 181 
ing a man with a picture in his hands, said very gruffly, 
“I buy no pictures and I examine no pictures.” 
Suddenly he perceived that he had Harnack before 
him, and he changed his attitude and invited him 
to enter. Then he looked at the picture. * Marvel- 
lous,” said he, * where did you find it?” So Harnack 
told him that it was the work of Hollaender, who 
painted one half of the year and was a musician 
the other half. “It is a wonderful picture,” said 
Menzel, “ what is its history?” Harnack said that 
Hollaender saw Mommsen at work in the Vatican 
Library, and sat down and made the sketch in two 
hours. “ That just shows you,” said Menzel, *‘ how 
great we painters are. We walk the earth and do 
our work, and men do not realise nor appreciate 
how great we are. See,” said he, ‘* Mommsen is 
working with his heart and soul and with all his 
body, from the crown of his head to the sole of his 
feet. Look at that foot, how intensely it partakes 
of the labour of the hour! How great we painters 
are, and how little you all think of our greatness!” 
If Hollaender had heard the panegyric Menzel 
pronounced over his work, we feel sure he would 
never have parted with it for the paltry sum of one 
hundred marks; and yet one hundred marks was 
surely a good reward for the work of two hours.