Pontormo, who received it in him for being a decorator and portrait-painter for this largest rank, was led astray by his awe-struck admiration for Michelangelo, and ended being an educational constructor of monstrous nudes. What he could do when expressing himself, we see inside the lunette at Poggio a Caiano, as design, as colour, as fancy, the freshest, gayest, most correct mural decoration now remaining in Italy; what he could do like a portrait-painter, we see in his wonderfully decorative panel of Cosimo dei Medici at San Marco, or in his portrait of the “Lady which has a Dog” (at Frankfort), most likely the initial portrait actually painted where the sitter’s sociable location was insisted upon as a lot since the private character. What Pontormo sank to, we see in this kind of a riot of meaningless nudes, all caricatures of Michelangelo, as his “Martyrdom of Forty Saints.”