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THE HUNT.

other friend—not that I rejoiced in every thing that look- | I am sensible it will be a trying time. However, I shall el like an excuse of your love to me, and made you the endeavour to fortify my mind against the temptations of the greatest of my creature comforts ;-that, madam, I always way, by a very careful perusal of your letter, and my mamma's allowed, and I allow it to this moment—but I condemned of the 31st October. ` I remember that formerly I had a myself for this, that I put you almost in the place of hea- gift this way, and perhaps, with a little labour; might be ven, and thus clouded the evidences of my own sincerity, able to recover it, especially under so good a mistress. And and sacrificed the pleasures of a habitual communion with I am the more inclined to attempt it, because you know SoGod to at best an inferior happiness, and too frequently to lomon tells us that there is a time to kiss, Eccles. iii. 5. Our those tormenting agonies that arose from the suspicion of your translators, by a mistake, render it to embrace; but the ori. love to me, or the fear of being otherwise deprived of you. ginal Hebrew word properly signifies to kiss. However, This, madam, was one of the greatest faults I found to if the ladies are very much bigoted to their English Bible, charge upon myself in my self-examination before the last we young scholars must yield ourselves to their argument sacrament; and this was what I solemnly engaged to en. and their phrase.' deavour to reform. And will you then condemn me if I This is pretty well for a reverend non-conformist. have not entirely forgotten an engagement of so sacred a The « facetious” Thomas Hood, as he is now always nature? May God forgive me that I have forgotten it so

called by the smaller London critics, has produced a jen far! If, upon the whole, you have less of my thoughts than d'esprit, entitled Epping Hunt, illustrated by caricatures you had some time ago, it is only that God, and my Redeemer, and Heaven, may have more, and that the Divine executed by the no less “ facetious” George Cruikshank. Being might not be provoked to take away a friend of whom The poem is a punning ballad in the metre of John GilI had made an idol. Once more, madam, I do seriously as- pin ; and, on the whole, we think it dull, for reasons we sure you (and as I have often done before, I profess, in the shall state one of these days. Meanwhile, the following presence of God) that I love you with greater tenderness

verses are a good sample of the general style : than I can express; and that I have never permitted any friend upon earth to rival, or even approach you in my re

“ Towler and Jowler-howlers all gard. I am daily praying, that if it be the good pleasure of God, I may be so happy as to enjoy you; and that it

No single tongue was mute;

The stag had led a hart, and lo! may be my daily and delightful care to make your life easy and pleasant, to promote your present and your future hap

The whole pack follow'd suit. piness. May God say Amen to this petition; and may you,

“ No spur he lackd-fear stuck a knife madam, join your consent! But if you will barbarously

And fork in either haunch; and ungratefully despise my love, and banish me from your heart, and from your sight, though I have never deserved

And every dog he knew had got it from you, I shall deem it as a just punishment from God

An eye-tooth to his paunch! for the excessive fondness I have bestowed upon you. I cannot certainly say I should have strength and virtue to

Away, away! he scudded like undergo so severe a trial ; but I must submit myself to the

A ship before the gale; determination of Providence; and this I can contidently

Now flew to 'hills we know not of,' affirm, that if I were to lose not only you, but every other

Now, nun-like, took the vale. friend whom I have in the world, many of them deservedly dear and valuable, though not one of them equally beloved

“ Some gave a shot, some rolld about, with yourself,—yet while I have a sense of the Divine fa

And antick'd as they rode,

And butchers whistled on their curs, vour, the present entertainments of a scholar, a minister and a Christian, and the future hopes of everlasting glory, it

And milkmen tallyho'd. will be my folly and my crime, if I am utterly inconsolable; and yet I cannot but often fear that I may be found so

" About two score there were, not more, foolish and so wicked, if I am brought to the trial. My

That gallop'd in the race ; dear creature, let your goodness prevent it, and restore the

The rest, alas! lay on the grass, peace of your anxious lover and faithful servant."

As once in Chevy Chace. The Doctor's remarks on the interesting subject of kiss

« But even those that gallop'd on ing, will form an appropriate addition to these quota

Were fewer every minute tions :

The field kept getting more select,

Each thicket served to thin it. “ To Miss Rebecca Roberts :- Your rules of behaviour are certainly very judicious; but the business of kissing

“ For some pull'd up and left the hunt, wants a little further explanation. You tell me the ladies

Some fell in miry bogs, have resigned their claim to formal kisses at the beginning

And vainly rose and ran a muck,' and end of visits. But I suppose they still allow of extem

To overtake the dogs. porary kissing, which you know a man may be led into by a thousand circumstances which he does not foresee. I

" And some, in charging hurdle stakes,

Were left bereft of sense; cannot persuade myself that this pretty amusement is entirely banished out of the polite world, because, as the apostle

What else could be premised of blades

That never learn'd to fence ? says in another case, even nature itself teaches it. I would not for the world be so unmannerly as to ask my aunt whe- “ But Roundings, Tom, and Bob, no gate, ther she has not been kissed within this fortnight; but I

Nor hedge, nor ditch, could stay; hope I may rely on her advice, and that she will not deceive

O’er all they went, and did the work me in a matter of such vast importance. For my own part,

Of leap-years in a day! I can safely say, I look upon this, as well as the other enjoyments of life, with a becoming moderation and indiffer- “ And by their side see Huggins ride, ence. Perhaps, madam, I could give you such instances of

As fast as he could speed; my abstinence as would make your hair stand on end! I For, like Mazeppa, he was quite will assure you, aunt, which is a most amazing thing: I

At mercy of his steed, have not kissed a woman since Monday, July 10th, 1721, about twelve o'clock at night; and yet I have had strong

“ No means he had, by timely check, temptations both from within and from without. I have

The gallop to remit, just been drinking tea with a very pretty lady, who is about

For firm and fast between his teeth my own age. Her temper and conversation are perfectly

The biter held the bit. agreeable to mine, and we have had her in the house about

“ Trees raced along, all Essex fied five weeks. My own conscience upbraids me with a neglect

Beneath him as he sateof a thousand precious opportunities that may never return. He never saw a county go But then I consider that it may be a prejudice to my future usefulness, and help me into further irregularities--not to

At such a county rate!" say that she has never discovered any inclination of that na

We have now given our readers a peep, as it were, into ture and so I retrain. But to-morrow I am to wait upon four new books. "We shall lay them more regularly open her to a village about a mile and a half from Kibworth, andere long.

placed a statue of the Virgin; on the left that of St John; Foscarini; or, the Patrician of Venice. In Two vols. both in bronze. The sculptures on the front, which were

London. Rowland Hunter. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 365 composed of the same metal, represented the solemn mysteand 395.

ries of the passion, and several angels, as if all the divine

powers were only different forms of death. The second The time and scene of this romance are happily chosen. altar, dedicated to St Jeremiah, bore his figure in white Venice had reached the highest point of her power and marble. The painting at the back imitated ebony and gold, glory about the beginning of the 17th century. From and represented in three compartments, the various tor

ments of souls amidst the flames of purgatory,—the certain that period her constitution may be regarded as a perfect remission of these pains to be procured to them by the cepiece of mechanism, which the weakest hands might set lebration of the mass, by the giving of alms, and by the in motion, and the silliest heads direct. The state indulgences of the Pope. The remainder of the church, achieved subsequently no more conquests,--the moral which was in harmony with what bas been described, was and intellectual progress of the community was checked, adorned with many tíne pictures, by Tintoretto, Palma, —the people became enervated and frivolous, but they

and Titian. who had given the government its form never contem- by the persons who now occupied it; and their

“ This ill-omened place was rendered yet more gloomy

appearance plated that it should counteract these evils. Their ob- seemed to acquire new horrors from the place they had ject was to keep the state together and unaffected by the chosen for their tribunal. changes to which the rest of Europe was subjected ; and “ The judges, having a table before them, were seated on this object they attained. Our author commences his an elevated bench in the choir; the Inquisitor, who was story at a time when the citizens had been long enough called Red, from the colour of his robe, separated the two excluded from all influential share in public business to

others in black, who wore the costume of the council of have acquired an increasing frivolity of character, yet not therhood, whose black serge gowns descended from the top

Ten; opposite them were ranged the members of the brolong enough to render it unlikely that some high-spirited of the head to the feet; with openings for the eyes and and bustling individuals might still survive to recall the mouth. An image of our Saviour was affixed to the breast ; stirring times of the growing republic. The tale, al- and their waists were encircled by a girdle of iron, from though, perhaps, a little too complicated, is well imagined. which fell a chain of the same metal. A person clothed in It seldom allows the interest to flag; and is so construct

a Venetian surplice, with his face uncovered, sunken eyes, ed as to give the author opportunities of presenting fre- and care-worn features, seemed the only living being in the quent sketches of Venice and its inhabitants, without group; and he only represented suffering and degraded huinterfering unduly with the progress of the incidents, or his head under his cloak; he was leaning against the statue

manity. In an obscure recess, another individual concealed impressing the reader with the feeling that his characters of the Virgin. Placed between him and the judges, the are introduced merely to sit for their pictures. There is sbirri were easily recognised by their hard and immovable only one passage to be excepted from this praise, and features. The torches which they held, and those which that is where (vol. ii. p. 101) Pope Alexander III. is had been lighted on the altar, shed a dim light through the clumsily and unnecessarily lugged in to trample on the vaulted aisles ; giving a death-like appearance to animated neck of Frederick Barbarossa. Of the dramatis persona, The statues seemed to move before these gloomy altars, as

objects, and producing in others the resemblance of life. we would rather say that they are well conceived than the wind, affecting the Hambeaux, agitated their shadows, boldly executed. The author seems to have read much, like angry spectres, whom an influence, more powerful than and reflected on what he has read ; he has evidently, too, death, had drawn from their tombs. The body of the church a just feeling of what his personages ought to be, and the remained in obscurity: had any person fallen asleep in it outlines of all are spiritedly sketched, but they want prior to this assemblage, and awakened at this moment, be filling up--- they are shadowy and unsubstantial. The would, without doubt, have believed himself in that purgamore prominent characters are far too deeply imbued with tory which had often been the object of his fears.

« The tapers ranged on the table shone upon three faces, the philosophy of the present century for denizens of the promising little to the prisoners. That of the red Inquisiseventeenth. On the whole, the impression left upon us tor, Cornelius Zeno, though remarkably pale, was evidently by the work, is, that its author is a man of extensive in characteristic of a stern and inflexible disposition; the bones formation, strong intellect, warm and high feeling, but of his hollow cheeks were prominent, and his sunken eyes, not exactly quite au fait as a novelist.

surrounded by a blue line, seemed to swim in blood. The Any abstract of the story that our limits would allow than of mercy; which was vainly sought in his

ardent eye,

countenance of Gradenigo was more expressive of energy us to give would be unsatisfactory. We might succeed and in his thin close-pressed lips. Without pourtraying in giving a narrative equally intelligible and interesting such absolute hardness of heart, the physiognomy of Basawith the outline of a tale of murder contained in an in- donna was far from representing tenderness. The prisoner dictment of our Court of Justiciary, but this would be to before them looked on them in despair ; for there are critiprune from the trunk of the tree every bough and leaf cal situations in which nature renders us physiognomists. that the eye loves to dwell upon. We prefer laying a

“ For an instant the judges and the accused observed each passage from the work before the reader, and leaving words:"· Brother Guardian, you were forbidden to assem

other in silence; at last Cornelius Zeno began in these him to form from it a guess of the general style. We se- ble the chapter, without giving notice to the overseers lect a scene from a sitting of the Inquisition, that fearful charged with the police of the convents; or to hold any deand mysterious body, the keystone which upheld the arch liberation, unless in the presence of one at least of these maof Venetian society :

gistrates. You have not only sinned against this law, but “ The Inquisitors held their sittings sometimes in one have repeated the crime, and lost all claim to indulgence. place, sometimes in another. That night they had chosen Go; your companions will find a salutary warning in your the oratory of San Fantino, a circumstance not calculated punishment.' to calm an imagination already terrified at appearing before “Mercy, mercy!' cried the prisoner, who bad listened such formidable judges.

to the sentence with as much horror and surprise as if it “ The oratory belonged to the brotherhood of San Fan-had been totally unexpected. Cornelius Zeno fixed on him tino, an institution whose ordinary duties were to accom- his inexorable eye, whilst his two colleagues turned theirs pany criminals to execution, and that in such funereal on the ground, as if indifferent to what passed. “Signor attire, that their very appearance must have increased the Basadonna, I am your follower; our meetings were innoagony of the wretch, instead of tranquillizing his mind, and cent: will you allow me to perish for a disobedience become turning his attention to religious thoughts, which was the so common?' charitable design of the society. The ornaments of the “ The eyes and face of Basadonna remained immovable, church recalled to mind the melancholy vocation of its but Gradenigo answered harshly, “ The connexions between founders. It contained two altars ; the largest, with its followers and their protectors are not recognised here. It columns, front, and railing, appeared formed of black mar- is the justice of the Republic which cuts ott a criminal. As ble; from the centre arose an immense crucifix of the same to your innocence, we judge of actions only; intentions colour, which was borne by the brotherhood when they will be punished or rewarded in another world. Do your walked in procession. On the right of the crucifix was I duty,' said he to the sbirri.

“ • Oh, my friends, intercede for me!' exclaimed the un- esquires, it coolly lifted its lance out of the rest, and fell happy man to his companions.

to, belabouring them with the but-end. To quit our me" It was in vain; terror had turned their attention to taphor—the article in which the Edinburgh Reviewers themselves; he only found cold automatons in these men, replied to their Westminster brethren, was written unwho, some hours before, were his partners in all the concerns of life; he found himself in the midst of his friends, der the impression that Mr Bentham was their antagonyet was he to die alone!

ist, and is couched in terms of the utmost respect for that “ Gradenigo coolly saw him struggle with the sbirri, venerable and consistent philosopher. We have a Postwho dragged him from the choir. • Those citizens neither script, however, announcing that they are now aware know how to live nor to die,' observed he. • But what is who were the real authors of the attack, and disclaiming the matter with you,' demanded he of Basadonna, who any extraordinary respect for them. In this, as in their seemed uneasy ; are you unwell ?' “ • I cannot bear tears; I could sign twenty death war

original article on Mr Mill's work, the Reviewers do not rants without emotion, and yet I could not bear to hear the pretend to determine whether his principles are right or cries of one of these wretches.'

wrong-they merely maintain, that he has failed to de“ Cornelius Zeno, who had remained without taking part monstrate their truth. The final reply of the Westin the dialogue, now drew the two judges towards him, and minster contained in the present Number, is unworthy spoke to them in a whisper; after which, addressing him the talent of that periodical ; it is a mere repetition of self to the person who leaned against the statue, he said to

former assertions, like a sulky child's answer to its tuhim in a mild tone of voice - This will show you, that tor's remonstrancés." But I will, though.” On looking with the Republic no crimes are trifling; and you see how it can punish. You are at liberty to depart.'

back on this controversy, we confess it seems to us to have “ It was not the will to obey, which was wanting to this been waged on the part of the Westminster with undue person; but fear had so paralysed his limbs, that, notwith-violence-- with more of the rancour and intolerant spirit standing his repugnance, he was obliged to lean on, and al- of sectarians than we should have expected from men low himself to be conducted by the sbirri. • He is a cow- professing the principles which they do. At the same ard,' said Gradenigo. «« Would to God they were all so!' replied Zeno; "un

time, they are not far wrong when they twit the Edinfortunately, the spirit of the age is inclined to rebellion and burgh with its uniform reluctance to commit itself on any insubordination."

question of abstract principle. We must not forget to mention, that, from the clumsi

We have no idea who is the writer of the Review of ness of the style—not to say the want of meaning in many internal evidence, it must be some moon-struck Democrat

“ Lady Morgan's Book of the Boudoir;" but to judge by of the sentences, and the general coldness and stiffness of the dialogue—we strongly suspect this book is a transla- just broke loose from Moorfields. We did not hesitate tion--we presume from the Italian.

to speak freely our opinion of her Ladyship; but our dicta look like fulsome eulogiums when placed beside the

diatribe of the Westminster. And, what is worse, the The Westminster Review. No. XXII. October, 1829. unhappy man has had the fortune to be most outrageous London. Robert Howard.

against those very passages which we thought most to her

Ladyship’s credit—where she speaks with frankness of This is but an indifferent Number. The article which the faults of her earlier works.

In spirit, the article is seems meant as a final reply in the controversy with the not unlike one which some time ago appeared in the same Edinburgh Review, is scarcely worthy to be the successor Journal on the poems of L. E. L. A hard-hearted critic of those which have preceded it. Since the Westminster may easily pick out flaws in the works of this amiable started, it has every now and then been nibbling at the poetess; and the Reviewer had evidently set himself down Edinburgh, which never condescended to notice its at- for this very purpose, and a thundering article he made tacks till a few weeks ago. There appeared, however, in of it; but by some strange fatality, he passed over every the Edinburgh Review for March 1829, an “ Examina- thing that is really objectionable, and wrote down as her tion of Mr Mill's Theory of Government,” where the Re- faults the very things which go to constitute poetry. We viewer, without pretending to establish any system of his wonder who the Caliban is ?--some radical monster, no own, undertook to prove that author's insufficient. Now, doubt, whom the weird sisters of the Westminster are Mr Mill is one of the principal contributors to the West- obliged to propitiate, by throwing him once a year a luckminster Review; and the coterie who manage its affairs less female to mangle and devour. seem to have viewed this attack upon him as a covert way The best article in this number is that on “ Niebuhr's of returning their civilities. Preparations were there - Roman History.” It is a generous recognition of the fore made for carrying on the war on a more extensive merits of that distinguished historian, which this coulscale. Great was the blowing of penny trumpets among try seems so slow to acknowledge. Our only wonder is

, the small fry who seek to distinguish themselves by re- that the Reviewers have not pounced upon some doctailing at second-hand the dogmas of the Westminster trines of his philosophical creed, which must be rank Review, and who bear the same resemblance to the abler heresy in their eyes. The article on " Lady Fanshawe's spirits of that Journal, which the frog in the fable does Memoirs" is amiable and pleasing. The Review of “ The to the object of its ambitious imitation. At last the war- Loves of the Poets," though rather dull, is fair enough, note of the Review itself arose, drowning the minor din. though it looks a little as if it had been written by such It sounded as follows_“ Greatest Happiness Principle a man as Addison's Cato. What a subject for a poem Developed. With Mr Bentham's latest improvements, “ The Loves of the Westminster Reviewers!" The article now published for the first time; and an Answer to “ Captain Basil Hall's Travels” is candid. It does the attack of the Edinburgh Review.” It has subse- not strike us that any of the other articles have much to quently transpired, that to give effect to this coup-de-main, recommend them. Mr Bentham, Achilles-like, lent only his ponderous spear; and that two of his myrmidons, Messrs Bowring and The Literary Souvenir for 1830 ;– The New Year's Girls Mill, undertook to wield it. But it seems to have proved too heavy even for their united strength, for they have

and Juvenile Souvenir for 1830 ;-The Keepsake for

1830. used it slowly and ineffectively; yo-heave-ho-ing all the time like a knot of sailors tugging at the ropes of a bat- Were we the only Reviewers in the world, we should tering ram. The Edinburgh, thinking that it saw the take the advice which has been given to us by a corre antagonist chieftain's banner in the field, couched its spondent, and wait patiently till all these pretty books lance, and rode with many demonstrations of courtesy to were published ; that is to say, till they had been bought the combat. of the lists, that it had only to deal with two of his to appreciate our remarks. But as the art of reviewing

Finding, however, on reaching the centre and sold, and people had seen them, and were prepared

on

is far from being a monopoly, and is, in fact, little better entirely approve, however, of attempting to represent on than a mere mercantile speculation, there is consequently canvass the glories of the inner temple. No reality which a scramble for priority of intelligence ; and as we can human art can present will ever equal the vaguely beaucommand that priority, we do not see why we should tiful and sublime imaginings of fancy.-VII. “ The Disdeny ourselves the advantages to be derived from it, al- covery,” painted by Stephanoff, engraved by Goodyear though we willingly grant that the thing is not much to There is something very delightful in this picture. We be spoken of in comparison with good writing and sound at one time thought Stephanoff a mannerist, but we thinking. In the present instance, we intend making were wrong-he is full of charming variety. There two bites of a cherry, and shall confine ourselves princi- are two sisters, or perhaps cousins—both beautiful-alpally to the embellishments of the books whose titles we most too beautiful for this mortal world, and one of have copied, reserving a notice of their literary contents them is in love; but she was not certain whether her for a subsequent Saturday.

love was returned, till at this very moment, when her Notwithstanding the powerful competition which it lovely friend points out to her the name of " Rosalie"had to encounter, the circulation of the Souvenir for 1829 her own name-cut out on the bark of a tree. What a was greater than that for 1828 ; and this is entirely to flush of glad surprise on the fair face of Rosalie! what a be attributed to the good taste and excellent management quick but pleasant throbbing of her gentle heart! and of its Editor, Mr Alaric Watts, who, by attending more how delightedly does her sister share her happiness! Ay, to the intrinsie merit of the articles he admitted than to and in yonder glade, do you not see the gallant youth the celebrity of the author, was able to present such a standing as if not quite sure of his fate ; yet hoping, selection of contributions as reflected no disgrace on the strongly hoping all the time? Thou hast genius, Steliterary metropolis of this literary age and country. We phanoff! thou hast told the story as one who underhesitate not to say, that the Souvenir for 1830 will be stands the human heart, and knows how to make thoughts found in all respects equal to its predecessor ; in the mat- and feelings flash from the pencil.VIII. “ La Fille ter of illustrations, it is perhaps, on the whole, superior. bien Guardée,” painted by Chalon, engraved by Charles These are arranged in the following order :-I.“ Mrs Rolls. Now may the gods help thee, bold and merry Siddons in the character of Lady Macbeth (in the letter damsel, with the rich blood of Spain tingling through scene.)” This is a fine and striking representation of the thy veins! Thou art indeed well watched! There is only actress who ever did justice to the terrible creation the old gentleman, thy guardian ; and the ancient lady, of the poet. The very picture is enough to make us feel thy duenna ; and the young sharp-witted rogue, thy how feeble and ineffective all subsequent Lady Macbeths page. Good lack! where art thou to conceal a smile have been. The painter is G. Harlowe, and the engra- or a billet-doux ? The life of many a valiant cavalier ver Charles Rolls.-II.“ A Portrait," painted by Les- hangs dangling on those dark tresses of thine, but there lie, engraved by Danforth. Is she not a beautiful and they must dangle till doomsday ; for thou durst not highborn creature,—the daughter of one of the noblest raise thy hand to cut them down. But bide thee yet! houses in England ? Well has the artist set her patrician the old don will die, and the old lady will be gathered to dignity upon her brow, and over her stately and graceful her ancestors, and the young page will run thine errand form thrown the rich garments and glittering jewels of to the end of the world for one glance of thy sunny eye ; the east, not in the hope of making that form more state and then, thou merry damsel ! will there not be “ racing ly or graceful, but because its natural gait and air suit and chasing on Canobie lea ?” By our troth! thou wilt best with purple and gold. Not a wandering exhalation then know of what stuff men's love is made, and gallants of low or vulgar thought ever passed across the clear will gather round thee like stars round the moon Just mirror of her mind. She is the rising star of her an- one other remark,—the page's leg is out of drawing. cestral halls, and we see in her the future mother of a IX. “ The Tournament," painted by Martin, engraved long line of British aristocracy. Let the poet beware by Willmore. Like all Martin's productions, this picwho strings his aspiring lyre to sing of a being such as ture is rather imposing at first sight, and when more this.-I11. “ The Sale of the Pet Lamb of the Cottage,” closely examined, is something very like a piece of humpainted by Collins, engraved by Charles Rolls. This is bug. The eternal sameness-a sameness, too, of bad taste a story of domestic life—a story of innocent childhood — and absurdity—in this artist's style, is quite disgusting. beautifully and affectingly told. Our principal objection He is a man of but one idea, and with that one idea he to the work as a piece of art is, that it contains two dis- has gulled the public. We had intended to have said tinct groups, and consequently wants a central point of something more concerning him, but we find so very interest. The eye wanders over the picture, instead of admirable an article on his abilities by a correspondresting upon it ; we are pleased with every thing it ent of one of the London weekly papers (the Atlas), that contains, but we do not see what it contains at once. we at once withdraw our own remarks to give a place to We have the children round the lamb in one place, his, which coincide exactly with our own opinions. We we have their mother receiving its price from the but- are the more tempted to dwell a little upon this matter cher in another,—and we have the fine landscape in the in consequence of the ignorant and bombastic puff given neighbourhood of the cottage in a third. This is a to Martin in the last number of the Edinburgh Review. pity, for in all other respects the conception and the His talents are placed in a very different and far truer execution are excellent. IV. “ Portrait of Viscountess light in the following sentences : Belgrave at nineteen years of age,” painted by Sir Tho- “ The appearance of the first large picture of Mr Martin mas Lawrence, engraved by R. Graves. This is the (the • Belshazzar,' we believe), was an event in the annals portrait of a lady, painted by a gentleman ; and in these of fine art. The dazzling brilliancy of colour and novelty days of affectation and quackery, this is praise of a very the many, stultitied the connoisseurs, and surprised the cri

of design took captive the senses, blinded the judgments of high kind.–V.“ Oberon and Titania," painted by How tics napping. The gaping vulgar flocked to wonder and apard, engraved by Edwards. Though the engraving of plaud, and more sober judgments kept aloof in grudging sithis picture is good, we miss the warm and glowing co- lence; while artists envied its success and began imitating. lours of Howard, which give to his style half its charm. The drawing of his figures was bad, his colouring meretriThe subject is richly and elegantly handled.--VI. “ Ja- cious, his effects theatrical—but the surprise was too much coh's Dream,” painted by Allston, engraved by Goodall. for the publie; and, in this triumph of perspective, Mr MarThis is a bold idea, spiritedly executed. The effect is tin carried off the wreath of applause at the point of

sight.' He has now received the seal of critical decision, striking and visionary, and the subdued but golden light the verdict of the Edinburgh Review-he has got his diwhich streams over the marble pavement of heaven, and ploma of art from the Scotch College, and it only remains for bathes the angels in glory, is such as might well illumine him to be made an R. A. He has done enough-his present into gladness the slumbers of the patriarchi We do not reputation is established, and his fame must be left to postea rity. Mr Martin is an ingenious man, and possessed of a is the only deviation from his correct taste of wbich we bold fancy and taste more magnificent and gorgeous than can accuse Alaric Watts.—XI. “ The Brigand's Cave,” chaste and natural. His imagination is of a substantial na.

painted by Uwins, engraved by Charles Rolls. We are ture, gross and palpable. He produces his effects on the much pleased with this painting. It is well grouped, and mind by the weight of architecture and the force of perspec the light and shade are finely managed. - XII. “ The tive. He amazes the sight with a profusion of unnatural and splendid colours-oppresses the senses with heaps of ac

Sisters of Scio,” painted by A. Phalippon (a foreign art

This is the last, and cessaries, and out-does Mr Farley in the tinsel and glitter ist), engraved by Henry Rolls. of display. But his productions do not either move the one of the most interesting engravings in the volume. heart or affect the mind-they are physical appeals to the There is a beautiful simplicity in the design, and a great outward senses. They are not nature, nor do they resem- deal of calm power in the execution.

The plate repreble any thing that is in the heaven above, or in the earth sents two Greek girls seated on a rocky coast, and evibeneath, or in the waters under the earth.' They are strange fantastical, extravagant, chimerical fancies, without the dently in the very depth of grief. The face of the one range of the probable, and on the borders of the impossible. is hid in the lap of the other, who looks down upon her, Acres of mountain, forests of pillars, crowds of' figures, but is yet unable to offer any consolation. The tale of shoals of vases and flagons, pyramids of steps, piles of frieze woe and desolation comes home at once to the heart. and pediment, cram his pictures to choking-you are treat- Every thing has perished—their homes their countryed to a surfeit of material—it is a city feast of fancy–a their kindred! The sea breaks at their feet, but in their wholesale warehouse of architecture. Quantity is his recipe despair they could silently lock themselves in each other's in all things. The funeral pile of his · Sardanapalus' is a tawdry and lumbering heap of broker's furniture-mere

arms, and wait till its waters flowed over them. We Moorfields finery. His walls are of interminable length, should like much to see more of Phalippon's producand his towers every one a Babel. Domes with him are at tions; he is a man of genius. a discount, and colonnades fairly go begging. His rocks are In the New Year's Gift and Juvenile Souvenir, which of the most approved fashion_his trees of the newest cut ; is edited by Mrs Alaric Watts, there are eleven illustrasweeping lawns of miles in extent, neat, trimly dressed,' tions, ten of which are exceedingly

good, though of course lead up to a mountain floating in the skiey distance. But inferior to those in the Souvenir. They are called (though when you have seen one, you have seen all; it is teasing like the ever-shifting monotony of those toy prints, the · My

we think some of the appellations misnomers) “ Little rioramas,' where the eye is tantalized by an endless variety

Flora,”- “ Children in an Armoury,”—“ Toinette," — of repetition. His structures are like an Egyptian temple “ Blind Willie and his Sister,"_“ The Broken Pitcher," seen through a prism—or a kaleidoscope of architectural de- “ The Thunder Storm,"_“ French and English,”tails; the toy is perpetually presenting some new version of “ Amy and her Dog,”—“ Visit to Grandmamma,"— and the old story; and Mr Martin may, with the same facility, Little Goody Two Shoes.” The eleventh illustration, go on painting new pictures to all eternity. It is a glut of the stupendous a nausea of the gorgeous. If this is the Westall, and very poor it is.

“ The Cottage Door,"—is by that unfortunate man

Some of the literary conpraise Mr Martin's admirers want, let them have more. There are his infernal scenes, where rocks of carbon and tributions to this nice little volume are very pretty. As oceans of bitumen take the place of crystal lakes, trees of we possess, however, the only copy in Edinburgh, we beryl, and mountains of adamant. A little black or white shall not yet speak of them in detail. One, however, we figure determines the scale of the design, and a Macada- shall quote, which is full of simple and natural feeling. inized fragment becomes a rock of enormous magnitude. It is a poem by Miss Mary Howitt : While a cornice moulding is transformed into a lustrous long arcade' some miles in length. This juggle of art—this stage-trickery is about as ingenious as the deception of the

« « Sweet Ellen More,' said I, come forth cosmoramas, where, in a peep-show, you see through a

Beneath the sunny sky; magnifying glass decent coloured prints amplitied into mi

Why stand you musing all alone, serable large pictures. Talk of St Paul's and St Peter's to

With such an anxious eye? Mr Martin's admirers! They will tell you that colosseum

What is it, child, that aileth you?' domes are dumps with him; the Andes and Cotapaxe mole

And thus she made reply: hills; and aloes plentiful as daisies. The pyramids serve him for buttresses, and a whole Egyptian temple is scarcely suf

« « The fields are green, the skies are bright, ficient for a door-way. Balbec and Palmyra, in their high

The leaves are on the tree, and palmy state,' are not large enough for porticoes, and the

And among the sweet flowers of the thyme forest of Lebanon is but a shrubbery. Ossa' is indeed a

Far flies the honey-bee; wart, and he may wear Mont Blanc on his finger for a

And the lark hath sung since morning prime, diamond ring! If eccentricity be originality, novelty, in- And merrily singeth he. vention, quantity, sublimity-then is Mr Martin the greatest painter that ever lived. Burke lays it down as a prin

«« Yet not for this shall I go forth ciple, that designs which are vast only by their dimensions

On the open hills to play; are always the sign of a common and low imagination.'

There's not a bird that singeth now With Mr Martin's colouring and effects superadded, what

Would tempt me hence to stray ;would he say? Would the same authority, had he lived in

I would not leave our Cottage Door this day, have called Mr Irving the best of preachers, or Mr

For a thousand flowers to-day ! C. Phillips the greatest of orators? We think not, any more than he would have allowed Mr Martin to be the “ • And why?' said I; 'what is there here greatest of painters."

Beside your Cottage Door,

To make a merry girl like you So much for Mr Martin, who has almost made us for- Thus idly stand to pore? get the Souvenir. The next embellishment is-X. There is a mystery in this thing,– “ Childe Harold and Ianthe," painted by Westall, en

Now tell me, Ellen More?' graved by Portbury. This is the worst thing in the book. Westall must be a regular dunce at times. This

“ The fair girl look'd into my face, illustration is fit for nothing but a companion to that

With her dark and serious eye: horrid one of his in this year's Souvenir, entitled,

Silently awhile she look’d,
She

Then heaved a quiet sigh;
never told her love.” He has painted Byron like a col- And, with a half-reluctant will,
lege lad, a sort of half-and-half divinity student; and Again she made reply:
Ianthe is like his landlady's daughter, who, we have no
doubt, lives in South College Street, up at least two pair

«• Three years ago, unknown to us, of stairs. Then the poor girl, in consequence of a blun

When the nats were on the tree, der in the fore-shortening, has got a club foot ; and, al

Even in the pleasont harvest-time, together, the production would do no credit to a child's

My brother went to sea;

Without a word to sea he went, sixpenny book.

The addımission of such an embellishment And a sorrowful house were we.

THE COTTAGE DOOR.

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