Claude Montague Hart

Sydney Ernest Hart
14th December 2014
Tracey Dyke Hart
Tracey Dyke Hart
14th December 2014

b. 1870, Landwednack, Cornwall, England.; d. 06 Nov 1952, Penhallow, Church Cove Rd, Landwednack, Cornwall, England.; Married. EVELYN BOWER WILSON, 14 Feb 1917, Landwednack, Cornwall, England.; Evelyn was born. 1876, in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England.

In the spring of 1895 Claude became friendly with a Mr Sydney Lionel James De Bac who came to Cornwall and the Lizard to try and improve his health, Claude talked about building a Studio at Polpeor Cove and Mr De Bac agreed to finance the building, the deal was that it was taken in security for the loan of the cost. Mr De Bac died on the 23rd January 1896, more about his death and will can be read on the page for Ruby Irene Hart on this site

The Studio at Polpeor Cove

 the pictures of the studio are by kind permission of Hayley (talltales) NZ

Notes for CLAUDE MONTAGUE HART:
In the 1901 Census Living at home on the Lizard recorded as an Artist Sculptor                     

 

 

                                      “THE CORNISH RIVIERA”

 Published in 1924 by The Great Western Railway and

Claude M Hart

 

                                                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cornishman Wednesday 12 November 1924

               “THE CORNISH RIVIERA”

                             CORNISH NOTES FOR ONE AND ALL

                             BY THE GREAT WESTERN RAILWAY.

                                   MR CLAUDE HART’S ALBUM

In the old days a stereotyped guide book, posters giving railway fares and the Glacial time-tables, almost exhausted the science of railway advertising, as then understood and practised. To-day we find posters by Royal Academicians decorating the railway stations, legends and descriptive literature available on the bookstalls, and ingenious advertisements in the Press and elsewhere suggesting to the busy public why they should travel, where they should rest, or where they will find sport, novelty, instruction or recreation some kind.. you may be invited visit Wembley or the Trossaclis or the Cornish Riviera; and instead of travelling in open trucks, as when the hrst trained steamed into Penzance station only a few decades ago (ask Mr. Giles, the station-master, or Mr. R. J. Taylor, Queen Square, Penzance, to show you the prims of those pioneer days!) you can now glide from one end ot the country to the other in luxurious carriages, relish hot and appetising luncheons, teas and dinners, and even sleep through the night, if you cannot spare the time for travelling by day and view the scenic panorama with all its varied beauty and interest. Free from responsibility and worry, you take your seat and the railway staff and rolling plant do the rest. ***** THE OLD COACHING DAYS. A century ago, in the old coaching days, the man who had to make the eventuall journey to London gave himself up to days of discomfort after making his will; now he is there and back before his family or business have had time to miss him. And all the’ speed, safety and comfort have evolved from the brain-wave which led Richard Trevithick, of Camborne, to hollow the wheels of his locomotive and drop them on a steel rail. Incredible millions have since been spent in making road-beds, laving the steel bands well and truly on the sleepers, and building engines and carriages speed from one end of the country to the other with their millions of passengers and every class merchandise for human and animal use. The railway system has become such a marvel of efficiency that we “grouse” if we are kept waiting a few minutes because of extra traffic somewhere between London, Birmingham or Liverpool and the Penzance terminus. As the clock strikes expect the powerful locomotive to swing around the curve and into the station —our confidence and impatience being equal tributes to the wonderful mastery of trafic problems by the executives of the inter-locked and co-operative railway groups of the country. In these competitive days even railways cannot afford to ignore the rivalry of modern road vehicles, nor of Continental attractions; and it was all for. the best that in his earlier days Sir Felix J. C. Pole handled, among other things, the editorship of “The Railway Review,” for his literary and business experience enabled him to realise the value of Publicity a means of increasing revenue. In the last few years such booklets as those dealing with the Legends of Cornwall and Wild Life in Cornwall have supplemented the more matter of fact guide books; travel articles have been broadcasted in magazines and newspapers, and a poster competition attracted a host of contributions from amateur and professional artists. In my opinion, however, the latest album or portfolio in which Mr. Claude M. Hart, of The Lizard, and the Great Western Railway have collaborated, far outstrips any book of views yet published to lure visitors to Cornwall; it can be seen at the leading hotels and’ clubs already, and in due course one hopes it may be placed on sale at all bookstalls and in all bookshops, where its unique qualities should ensure a ready sale. ***** CHARMS OF SEA, COAST & RIVER ct The Cornish Riviera” has a full-page cover picture of the peerless Cove in Colours, and the other reproductions of Mr. Claude Hart’s water-colours reveal the beauties of the River Fal, Mount’s Bay and the St. Ives Coast, the Isles of Scilly, St. Michael’s Mount, Newquay and other famous and favorite hunting grounds of the tourist. Each locality is described, and while the album is free from all advertising matter, which would have spoiled the of the book, the reader is referred in the letterpress to other sources of useful and interesting information. . the circumstances I do not think I need apologize reproducing in these notes my “Foreword” to Mr. Claude Hart’s novel and notable portfolio, which may whet the appetite of many readers for the beautiful souvenir itself; and may also serve to remind the sons and daughters of the Cornish Land, whether at home or the ends of the earth, of the goodly heritage to which they lay claim and which claims their love and loyalty. At any rate, here is my tribute, and I only wish I could reproduce the MR. CLAUDE HART’S ALBUM beautiful letterpress in which it appears the Album: * * * * * “THE LAND OF REST & BEAUTY” Just Lincoln uttered a memorable saying when told his countrymen that “Government of the People, the ! People and for the People shall not perish j from the Earth,” so Tregarthen, the Cornish classic, who gave “Wild Life at the Land’s End” and “John Penrose,” coined an imperishable phrase when he described Cornwall as “The Land of Rest and Beauty.” It is a “land of sea and moor, of golden furze and sparkling shore” as Dryden ; Hosken has called it. I also have sung ‘ its praises as “the land of toil and ease,” the land of “Pasties and Cream;” and said that “Cornwall is a may-tree, a meadow and a shore, a bowl of cream, a singing bird, lump of shining ore”; but ‘ just Niagara remained with Dickens as a “vision of eternal beauty,” so Cornwall perfectly pictured only in those magical words —”the land of rest and beauty.” Even artists gravitate to various phases of beauty, so we have had painters of the cliffs and sands and seas; of fisherfolk and their cottages; of streams tumbling down woodland ways into cove and bay; of Tocks massed on purple moors, and rutted j roads winding along the sides of cams into coombes and coppices; of fishing craft and j busy harbour and gleaming water reflecting the boats, the sunshine and the clouds. Some artists have lurked in the marshes, others in the sunlit fringes of woods on the uplands, others have caught the breaking waves and the song of the sea gorgeous and’ almost incredible colours There is a Cornwall of quiet, rural and sylvan beauty; a Cornwall of breezy and boisterous but cheery and homely shore ; a Cornwall of ships in jeopardy and gallant lifeboats-rescues through boiling surf; a Cornwall stern, brooding, lonely, haunting—as Folliot Stokes will tell you, for he has tramped the moors and hills of the ‘ Hinterland; a Cornwall river-beauty, like that of the oak-bordered and queenly Fal; and a Cornwall of richly-variegated serpentine cliffs and sapphire seas, such as only Kvnance and the Lizard reveal to the astonished’ eye. For .more than thirty years I have been familiar with the work of Mr. Claude Hart, who like his noted father, the late Mr. Tom Hart, was enamoured of the coast beauty of the Kvnance and Lizard district, and has devoted his talents to picturing his beloved county in water-colours which have found their way ‘to distant homes, and helped to lure many to the sea-girt Duchy. ***** WHAT THE ARTIST SEES. The trained eye of the artist sees colour it misses nothing the natural tapestry of a Cornish lane or the “seas of flashing emeralds’ ; it finds more opulent colour, more vivid detail, more contrasting lights and shadows in out landscapes and seascapes than is apparent to the casual observer; but however delicate may be the tints in some of Mr. Claude Hart’s dainty studies, they are not so ethereal as the actual scenes under some atmospheric conditions; and however brilliant and startling you may find some other sketches in this memorable album, must inevitably be less spectacular than the realities which Nature, the Master Painter, displays in her more lavish and radiant mood’s. We have seen along our Cornish coast fairyland skies and enchanted seas which would baffle the brush and palette of any artist. If you visit Cornwall when the skies are grey and rainy, or when storms sweep across the peninsula to accompaniment of witches’ music, you must remember that the Cornish land has its moods and aspects ; that it is wild and’ wayward, as well as magical, seductive and caressing, like men and women in the storm and sunshine life. The sketches in this album, which I have doubt will appeal both to the Cornish folk at home and abroad and the dwellers in our great cities and towns and’ countrysides, will help to introduce to the stranger a Cornwall which is a land with a mysterious and impenetrable past; a land whose metals have been mined in dim centuries; whose people’s minds were filled with legends and superstitions, and who were children nature, long living apart from the people beyond the river Tamar; land once under the ocean, once united with the Isles of Scilly by the now sub! merged region of Lyonesse, and with Brittany across the Channel; a land of purple moorlands and hillsides aflame with golden “furze,” with contorted rocks, raised beaches, cromlechs, dolmens, hutches, monasteries, buried churches and lost languages; a land which holds native ! and visitor as though caught in the silver 1 meshes of a fairy web. \ The railway linked us to the rest of England, and rail and road those who are wise now hie themselves to “the land of rest and beauty” as mirrored in the Mr. Claude Hart’s timely and admirable book. – HERBERT THOMAS.  

 

 Claude died 6th Nov 1952    Penhallow, Church Cove Rd, Landwednack, Cornwall, England

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