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of us.

« • That winter was a weary time,

week to speak of its merits. It seems, however, to be A long, dark time of woe;

written in a lively and graphic style, and to contain a numFor we knew not in what ship he sail'd,

ber of illustrative sketches of the character, manners, and And we sought in vain to know;

habits of British tars, who form so peculiar and interestAnd night and day the loud, loud wind Seem'd evermore to blow.

ing a class of the community. We shall return to the

work as soon as we receive a complete copy of it, and, in « « My mother lay upon her bed,

the meantime, extract the following
And her heavy heart was toss'd

With dismal thoughts of storm and wreck
Upon some savage coast;

“ We all stood in silent expectation of the order to · Fire!' But morn and eve we pray'd to God

and as we were at this time nearly under the heavy batteThat he might not be lost.

ries, we expected directly to have a dose of the pills the

Turks had been preparing for us these ten or twelve days “ • And when the pleasant spring came on,

past. We could observe them leaning over their guns, and And again the fields were green,

pointing with the utmost sang froid to the different ships He sent a letter full of news

as they made their appearance. The flag-staff they had on Of the wonders he had seen;

their batteries had no colours mounted, and every thing Praying us to think him loving still,

seemed rather to betoken an amicable feeling. A boat pushAs he had ever been.

ed from the shore with a Turkish officer on board, and four

men, and made for the Asia, that, by this time, was clear “ • The tidings that came next were from

of the guns of the forts, and about a hundred yards a-head: A sailor old and grey,

The officer, I could see, went aboard of the Asia, Who saw his ship at anchor lie

but did not stop two minutes. On regaining the shore he In the harbour of Bombay;

threw his turban from him, and ran up to a gateway in But he said my brother pined for home,

the fortress, where there was crowd of people waiting his And wish'd he were away.

arrival. As soon as he made his appearance the red flag

waved on the battlements, and at the same moment a sig" • Again he wrote a letter long,

nal-gun was fired. The word now flew along the decks, Without a word of gloom;

• Stand to your guns there, fore and aft!'- All ready, sir,' And soon, and very soon, he said,

was the immediate reply, as the captain of each gun stood He should again come home :

with the lanyard of the lock in his hand, waiting to hear I watch'd as now, beside the door,

the word · Fire !' This was a period of intense excitement. . And yet he did not come!

A dead silence prevailed, and the boldest held his breath

for a time.' All the while we were drifting on our path,' I watch'd and watch'd, but knew not then

and now we were clear of the guns of the batteries, and . It would be all in vain;

steering alongside of the Turkish line. The Turks likewise : For very sick he lay the while

were at their guns. In a hospital in Spain.

“ The boat with the Turkish officer, which I had seer) Ah, me! I fear my brother dear

alongside of the Asia at the time we passed under the Will ne'er come home again!

forts, was sent to inform the Admiral that the Gover-

nor had no orders from Ibrahim Pacha to allow the allied. “6 And now I watch-for we have heard

squadrons to enter the harbour. The Admiral's answer: That he is on his way,

was said to be, • Tell your master that we come not torrent And the letter said, in very truth,

ceive orders, but to give them ;' upon which the Turk di-. He would be here to-day.

rectly left the ship, and I have related what passed after: Oh! there's not a bird that singeth now

the boat touched the shore. Would tempt me hence away!

“ About the same time, Sir E. Codrington, willing, ir “ That self-same eve I wander'd down

possible, to bring things to an amicable arrangement, sent

his boat to the Egyptian Admiral's ship, with instructions, Unto the busy strand,

that if he did not fire upon any of the allied flags, not a Just as a little boat came in

shot should be fired at him. Mr Mitchell, the pilot of the With people to the land,

Asia, having reached the ship, delivered his message, and, And among them was a sailor boy,

having a flag of truce, considered himself and the boat's crew Who leap'd upon the sand.

as safe; but, as the boat was leaving the ship, Mr Mitchell “ I knew him by his dark blue eyes,

was shot, while sitting in the stern-sheets of the boat, and And by his features fair;

dropt into the arms of the man who pulled the stroke oar. And on the shore he gaily sang

One of the men beld up the flag as high as he could with. A simple Scottish air,

one hand, pointed to it with the other, and demanded the • There's no place like our own dear Home

reason of their firing on it. He received no other answer To be met with any where !'”

than another volley of small shot, wbich, however, had no

effect. They pulled for the Asia, and, immediately on reachBarry Cornwall, Mrs Hemans, T. K. Hervey, Thomas ing it, a most tremendous broadside was poured into the Pringle, Miss Jewsbury, Mrs Hofland, and Mrs Opie, Egyptian Admiral's ship, that made her reel again. The are also among the contributors.

French and Russians had not yet reached their stations, in We have seen only three of the embellishments for consequence of the wind having nearly died away; but, seethe Keepsake, but these three are highly finished and ing the Asia commence the firing, they attacked the forts as very beautiful. That which we admire most is “ Francis they passed them; and, as they proceeded, they engaged the

triple line of the enemy on the opposite side of the bay, conthe First and his Sister,” painted by Bonnington, and engraved by that splendid engraver Charles Heath. We could sisting of their frigates and sloops of war, some of which

frigates carried 64 guns. write a volume upon this plate, but we must bridle in our “ Tom and I were just making our way down from the enthusiasm for a space. In a different style, but very fore top-sail yard, when the enemy's guns opened upon us. delightful also, is “ The Castle Hall" by Leslie, of which— Morfiet, grasping my hand, exclaimed, • Don't forget Tom as well as of “ Zella” by Corbould, that love-lorn but Morfiet, M. Farewell !—to your gun! to your gun!' and, beautiful damsel alone on the shore of the wild ocean

so saying, he jumped down on the main deck, where he was more anon, for we cannot do them justice at the fag-end quartered, and I made the best of my way to the lower

deck, and took my place at the gun. Lieutenant Broke of an article.

drew his sword, and told us not to fire till ordered. Point

your guns sure, men,' said he and make every shot tell Life on Board a Man-of-War; including a Full Account that's the way to show them British play!' He now threw of the Battle of Navarino. By a British Seaman. away his hat on the deck, and told us to give the Turks

three cheers, which we did with all our heart. Then cryGlasgow. Blackie, Fullarton, & Co.

ing out,Stand clear of the guns,' he gave the word ' Fire! We announced this work last Saturday, and we have and immediately the whole tier of guns was discharged, now received one-half of it in sheets, but too late in the / with terrific effect, into the side of the Turkish Admiral's

ship, that lay abreast of us. After this, it was · Fire a vay, rous upon our hands, and some cheek must be given to my boys, as hard as you can! The first man that I saw their increase—a duty which will be best performed by killed in our vessel was a marine ; and it was not till we had exposing, in the first place, the sources of their popureceived five or six rounds from the enemy. He was close beside me. I had taken the spunge out of his hand, and, on

larity. turning round, saw him at my feet, with his head fairly se

The number of individuals in this country who have vered from his body, as if it had been done with a knife. any knowledge of art, or even any sense of its beauties, My messmate, Lee, drew the corpse out from the tracks of is very limited. We do not think that this is to be the guns, and hauled it into midships, under the after lad accounted for, either by the greater dulness of our senses. der. The firing continued incessant, accompanied occasion

or the grosser medium through which the impressions of ally by loud cheers, which were not drowned even in the external nature are conveyed to them. It was, of course, roar of the artillery; but, distincter than these, could be heard the dismal shrieks of the sufferers, that sounded like to be expected, that art should spring up and ripen most death-knells in the ear, or like the cry of war-fiends over rapidly in the more genial climates of Greece and Italy ; their carnage.

but the experience of nations in the same latitude with “ The battle at this time was raging with the most re- ourselves, and the success of some of our own countrymen, lentless fury; vessel after vessel was catching fire; and, have shown that the plant is hardy enough to flourish even when they blew up, they shook our ship to its very kelson. here. The cause of our less-cultivated taste must be We sustained a most galling tire from the two line-of-battle sought for in the bias which circumstances have given to ships abreast of us, which kept playing upon us till they the developement of the national mind. The barbarous were totally disabled, by having all their masts shot away, and whole planks tore out of their sides, by the enormous

state of the community, when literature was first introdischarge of metal from our guns. We were ordered to duced at the Reformation,--the constant succession of only double-shot the guns, but, in this particular, we ven- theological and political discussions since, necessarily tend. tured to disobey orders; for, after the first five or six rounds, ed to give an undue preponderance to the growth of these I may venture to say, that the gun I was at was regularly intellectual and imaginative faculties, which embody them. charged with two 32 b. shot and a 32lb. grape ; and some selves most fitly in words. This tendency was strengthtimes with a canister crammed above all... On being ened and confirmed by the want of works of art, which plied, as he wiped the blood and dirt from his eyes, that he might, by their very presence, have awakened a love for liked to give them a speciment of all our pills. In the line their excellences, and a wish to produce something of the of-battle ship that was right a-beam of us, there was a great

kind. The consequence has been, that while, in the sestout fellow of a Turk, in a red flannel shirt, working a verer labours of science, we stand rather before than begun in the port nearly opposite ours, and, as he was very hind the rest of Europe, and while we can boast of oradexterous, he was doing us a deal of mischief. One of the tors and poets equal to those of any nation, in all that marines, observing this, levelled his musket, and shot our relates to the Fine Arts we are far behind. We do not bulky antagonist through the head, who dropt back, and hung out of the port, head downwards, but was soon pitched speak of the artists which this country has produced, but overboard by the one that took his place.

of the national feeling towards art.

There is a coldness “ From the effect every shot had on the finely-painted -an unsusceptibility to its charms-lingering like a last sides of the Moslem vessels, we expected them to strike relic of barbarism, amid all our refinement. speedily, and many were the enquiries whether they had We are aware that this is a wide statement; and

doused the moon and stars yet ?' but the Turks were re- we know that, in descending from the imposing annunsolute, and not one of them struck colours during the en

ciation of general principles to the comparative littleness gagement. * Pelt away, my beauties,” cried the captain of of a specific instance, we immediately lay ourselves open our gun, a young Irish lad, and a capital marksman; “if they don't strike, we'll strike for them.""

to cavil. We must, however, run the risk, for we should

otherwise perform only half our task. We have to add, A Selection from different Authors, on Religious Subjects. made at present about the Fine Arts, although it is a noise

then, in more direct and specific terms, that the noise London. Hatchard & Son.

made more by the press than by the country at large, only We love sometimes to retire to our own chamber, to proves how little the subject is understood. It is much commune with our thoughts and be still ; and, at such talk, and little meaning ;-it is the incessant chattering moments, we love to have a book in our hand like that of an ignorant person, serving but to show the extent of now before us. Its contents are classed under the following his ignorance ;-it is the sound of a barrel, loud in proheads :-On Afflictions—Absence of Friends Humility portion to its emptiness. Painting and Sculpture address - Confirmation—Evidences of Christianity_Submission themselves to the mind and heart through the medium of and Contentment-Charity and Gentleness-Love of the eye; and, in order to appreciate them aright, we must God—Intercession---Happiness—The Sabbath-Enthu- begin with the education of that organ. All the rules siasm and Superstition— Faith. Here we have poor and principles of both arts, no doubt, rest on and proceed Cowper, breathing his pensive pious thoughts to his ami- from just and refined feeling, being without it but empty able cousin, Lady Hesketh ; the learned and amiable Mrs words. Just and refined feeling, however, is always conCarter ; the meek and elegant Miss Bowdler ; Dr Beat- nected with sound taste, and is very different from quick tie ; Mrs Trimmer; Hugh Blair ; Mrs Hannah More; and wayward emotion, or mere natural susceptibilitī. and a number of others, who enlisted themselves on the With few exceptions, they who undertake to criticise side of truth, and devoted their talents to the good of their paintings and statuary, are but little conversant with works fellow-creatures, and the welfare of their souls. From of art. They are many of them men of talent, but their the mild spirit which breathes through this volume, we notions, when they have any more solid than the vague should guess it to be the work of some gentle lady's lei- and transient thoughts awakened in them by contemplasure hours. It is peculiarly fitted for females of a thought- ting a work of art, are the fruit of reading, not of expe ful cast of mind, and to such we recommend it. rience and examination. There is a hollowness, there

fore, in all they write ; and the greater energy with which FINE ARTS.

they express themselves—the more vivacious their fancy,

and the more capable they are of adorning their comnionMR MARSHALL'S EXHIBITION, ILLUSTRATIVE OF thus take into consideration the wide-spread ignorance in

places,-the more they mislead their readers. When we A PASSAGE IN BURNS-THOM'S STATUES-FORREST'S STATUES-GREENSHIELD'S JOLLY BEG

matters of art, and the insufficiency of those who think

to remove it, we shall cease to wonder at the crude and This is too much. Our self-taught artists, with their among us.

unsatisfactory notions on the subject that are current representations of low life, are getting rather too nume- blind. These remarks are applicable to the whole islaud,

It is the old parable of the blind leading the

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but in a more especial manner, we regret to say, to Scot- that Thom wanted, and yet he produces, after all, someland.

thing of the same class. All the objections that can be Having given this sketch (however superficial and in- brought against Thom's works tell against Marshall's, complete) of the state of public feeling with regard to art, whilst none of the apologies tell for them. Although we it will be a comparatively easy matter to trace the rise and admit, therefore, that the three jolly companions show progress of the evil to which we alluded at the outset, and their designer to be possessed of a considerable acquaintwhich we would fain cure. We doubt not our readers ance with the structure of the human frame, a happy will remember to have heard during the last three years, knack at catching a likeness, and some power of expression, from time to time, of wonderful productions of unaided we must inevitably blame one, who ought to have known genius-works of self-taught sculptors. There were, better, in the first place, for his choice of a subject; and, among others, a statue of the Duke of York, of Mr Can- in the second place, for the manner in which he bas treated ning, of the King; and that huge, goggle-eyed monster it. We blame him for the choice of his subject, not beon the top of Melville's monument belongs to this class. cause it is simply humorous--for many fine statues of But as all of these have excited their nine days' wonder, Silenus, Fauns, &c. show how capable sculpture is of exand already passed from the memory of man, we feel no pressing some kinds of humour—but because it ties him inclination to recall them from oblivion. We shall rather down to the exact representation of a certain homely form take up our tale with Thom's statues. Notwithstanding and costume, which are gratifying to the eye peither in the concourse of people who crowded to see them, we are themselves nor by association, Similar subjects have been not aware that any sane person ever pretended to call them successfully treated in painting ; but that is because paint. works of art, in the proper acceptation of the term. The ing admits of arrangements of colour, which present a workman's story had reached Edinburgh before him. He medium of beauty for the conveyance of the story, that was said to be a young man, who, without any better edu- atones for the deficiencies of form. But the abstract cation than falls to the lot of all our Scottish peasantry, character of sculpture affords no such compensation for without having seen any tiner specimen of sculpture than vulgarity and meanness. Form is its sole medium for the Sir William Wallace, who “ keepeth watch and the expression of beauty or dignity, and the choice of a ward” over the “ Back of the Isle" in the ancient burgh form, incapable of receiving this expression, excludes the of Ayr, at the sole suggestion of his own fancy, and with work from the domains of art. We blame Mr Marshall, no better implements than the tools of a common mason, in the next place, for his treatment of the subject ; behad embodied, in the first materials that came to hand, cause, though Thom, who knew nothing of sculpture, was one of the most genial creations of Burns. There was pardonable for forming two isolated statues, and thinking something of romance in this story that awakened curio- that placing them side by side was grouping them, Mar. sity ; and all who visited the works of the untaught ge- shall has no such apology. nius, confessed that they were replete with feeling and The aspirants in this new line of art succeed each other character, and displayed (when his want of all instruction, like the shadowy lineage of Banquo, and threaten to be as and even of the common mechanical aids, were taken into interminable. To Tam O'Shanter, and Willie of aleconsideration) a wonderful eye for form. Still they were brewing memory, Mr Greenshields, a common stone-mabut sculpture in its infancy--the first abortive efforts of son, threatens to add the whole clan of the Jolly Beggars. maided genius-indications of capability not yet matured He thus lays himself open to the strictures we have alinto power, and without any claims to a place among the ready made on Mr Thom and Mr Marshall, with this adproducts of an art which has been the slow growth of cen- ditional remark, that the number of figures, and the space turies, and every professor which is anxious to be en- they must necessarily occupy, will place the whole proriched and strengthened by the experience of the genius duction on a level with a wax-work exhibition. Not which has preceded him. They wanted not only the me- having seen any of the figures ourselves, we shall give an chanical dexterity, but the high and refined feeling which extract from a description of them which has appeared in the pursuit of art engenders. It is most probable that some of the newspapers, as an apt, though melancholy, the great mass of visitors, standing on the same level with specimen of the critical talents of a certain class of writhe sculptor, were attracted by merits of that broad kind

ters:which speaks to all, while the deficiencies were such as “ Four only of the group are ncarly finished. These are they could not feel. But to those who understood the the old soldier and his doxy, whom the poet describes in the matter, it appeared but as a promise of what might yet second stanza of the cantata, large as life; and to each of be, and which could be attained only by the rejection of whom the sculptor has most successfully given that lechermuch which the vulgar counted beauties, but which, in ously amorous firedness of desire,—as the eye of taste, were defects. Mr Thom's success laid

• His doxy lay within his arm, two courses open to his choice. He might endeavour to

Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm, learn that art, for which he had shown such capacity; or

She blinket on her sodger.' he might content himself with remaining what he was, To the toozie drab? he has given a limb and foot that and making hay while the sun shone. He seems to have might indeed be models for a Venus. The old war-worn preferred the latter, and we have no right to quarrel with although the sculptor has given him neither wooden arm

son of Mars every person will think he has formerly seen, his choice. There, however, we leave him, and proceed nor leg; at any rate, as these expletives are used only for to notice the effects of his success upon others.

travelling, at least one of them, they are now very properly Last week, we attended a private exhibition of Mr Mar- laid aside as incumbrances. A wooden arm must be taken, shall's statuary. It consists of three figures, intended to as the poet intended it, for a poetical liberty. Both counterepresent the party described in Burns's song—“ Willie nances contain a mixture of Grecian and Scottish features. brewed a peck o' maut.” Mr Marshall is a marble-cutter The next of the group is the 'raucle carlin,' the widow of in this city, and has, we are informed, already executed John Highlandman, described in the fourth recitativo of one or two busts, which have met with approbation. It rowly escaped with

the life out of the hands of the sturdy

poem, the object for whom poor • Tweedle-dee' so naris evident, from the figures which he is now exhibiting, Caird.' This is a figure altogether Scottish, five feet nine that he is not similarly circumstanced with Thom.in inches high, with a noble face of brass, 6 unblushing' indeed ; the finish of their faces and hands, we recognish a man bold, determined elegantly set upon her naked feet, with a who has some notion of art. In attempting, however, to pair of huggars reaching to her ankles, and a patched cloak vie with the Ayrshire sculptor, and to attract the public descending half down her thigh. She has evidently a counby a similar exhibition, he has retrograded. Thom is a

tenance that can counterfeit civility, but there are lurking

traits that bespeak her a thief and a scold, to say no worse. man whose unassisted talent has produced something Her rival lovers are only so far blocked as to be indicative that is wonderful, chiefly because his talent was unassist of the sculptor's design. The fourth and last is a 'wight o ed, Marshall is a man possessed of all the advantages Homer's craft, a care-defying blade as ever Bacchus listed.' This is a highly-finished figure, if we may apply the epithet to increase the gay appearance of the Admiral's yacht, the to the low rascal, with his low profession. He stands erect, many-coloured dresses of the rowing clubs, — Corsair in a singing attitude, his mouth more than half open, bawls and others, and the divers hues of the skiffs they propeling aloud,

led, like arrows up the arrowy stream; and, above all, the • Here's to budgets, bags, and wallets!

fifty thousand people who were spectators of a sight so Here's to all the wandering train!

novel here, where, till recently, no boat save the deadHere's to our ragged brats and callets !'

house one, and no barge except a dyer's, ever were seen In his right hand he holds the mirth-inspiring bicker, above our bridges. which has lent to his phiz an air of ridicule, scoff, and rail- The dinner for dinner was more than a mere matter lery, and to his eye & 'tip of the wink,' which seems to be of course after five hours of exertion in the bracing airdirected to his 'twa Deborahs,' as they sit on each side, listening with deep satisfaction, 'impatient for the chorus.'

was well attended, well cooked, well eaten, and, if we His dulcineas are only in model

. This, we believe, is the may judge from the good-humour of the speakers at it, largest group ever attempted by any sculptor,-nay, we are

well digested. Mr May, the croupier, after unwearied informed that it is the largest upon record, save one." personal exertions to promote the enjoyment of the day,

These are thy judges, oh Israel! We do not hesitate opened his purse with a noble liberality towards establishto say, that if Mr Greenshields' works express but one- ing such a holiday annually. His cup is to be called half of what is here attributed to them, more disgusting “ The Mayflower Cup." I hope it will soon be “the Lord sins against good taste were never perpetrated. It would Provost's” also. be a waste of time to enter into an exposure of the igno- It is well such manly sports are in fashion. The inrance and vulgarity evinced by the critic.

Auence of the money prizes, too, on our seamen on the It only remains to say, that, being ourselves no artists, coast, may produce a skill even equal to that of the real we have not been influenced, in making these remarks, by boatmen. Already, in the Cardross ferrymen, it has. any esprit du corps ; and, that we are not animated by Equal courage they never wanted. Yet, four years ago, personal feelings, we trust the tone of our article will suf- after rowing awhile at Eton, I could not get enough subficiently establish. We only wish to raise our voice scribed to build a gig, and now there are a dozen on the against a senseless and tasteless fashion which seems to be Clyde. Such is fashion. spreading. We think the cultivation of a nation's taste a Amid the lack of amusement of which I complain in matter of suficient importance to be struggled for, even Glasgow, we, i. e. les disemployés, have much reason to be at the sacrifice of a few men of misdirected talent. Our grateful to the proprietors of the rival newsrooms—the object is, to serve the artist as long as he conducts himself orientalists and occidentalists ; for they positively vie in in a manner worthy of his high vocation,—and, still more, soliciting us to make use of these fine apartments, and all to preserve art itself “ against all hands deadly."

their library conveniences, simply for the honour of our presence. Their rival claims split the city into two fac

tions; and really impartial men like myself, who live, as LETTERS FROM THE WEST.

well as think, midway between their extremes, don't know No. VI.

well how to act. I fear, however, we shall fall into less You cannot, in happier Edinburgh, conceive how ut- demand; for one of the rival houses will go down—which terly destitute we have for months been of every thing I need hardly say. To preserve the balance of power, in the shape of amusement. Were it not for the liveliness the best scheme I have heard is, to turn the eastern ove of the Journal, even Saturday evenings would be dull into a theatre. An excellent letter, on the necessity of here, although of old consecrate to merriment, if not to having a well-conducted place of amusement in the centre high jinks. The gloomy state of trade is partly the oc- of the city, which appeared in the Chronicle, has drawn casion of this; but is not altogether accountable for our attention to this. Meanwhile Seymour, with truly assins of stupidity, for, in busy periods of trade we have not tonishing energy, has, in a few weeks, transferred the time to be amused, although, during its stagnation, we may old and ugly Riding School, at the opposite extreme of lack the heart to laugh. I suspect we must, in the spirit the town, into a " Royal Theatre,” wbich he opened last of an early and excellent article in Blackwood, put it Friday with Kean, who, it is whispered, is his partner down to the “ backwardness of the season;" for, when in this new and bold speculation. The credit of great sunshine bas sanctioned any show, there have been plenty energy in overcoming difficulties cannot be denied to Ser. of people ready to turn out to look at it. Even the

His wisdom in placing his house almost out of Western Cricket Club have had no lack of fair spectators town is another matter. However, good acting drew the to “ rain influence" on them, when they had no rain of citizens of London even to Goodman's Fields, and may another kind,—a somewhat rare circumstance. They are those of Glasgow to York Street. One of his corps, a a race, I think, that could astonish the athletæ under Mr M'Carthy, has published an extraordinary example of the especial guardianship of the Revue Encyclopedique, or what a man, evidently of some talent in composition, will even those of the Highland Club. Indeed, I am not write in a terrible passion. It is in reply to a biting arsure but some of them would even aspire to plucking a ticle, modelled on the Acris and Cerberus style of sprightly laurel from the crown of a Six Feet Club man. They but severe impartiality-using the actual cautery where affect, however, a modest diffidence in not challenging the sore is gangrenous that recently appeared, “ On the your Edinburgh Cricket Club, which is the senior of Public Amusements of Glasgow.” The Irishman's retheirs; but they are not the less sure that they would beat spond is as curious a specimen of blackguardism as ever was them, and allege that they only wait a challenge for fifty heard in "the liberties of Dublin.” sovereigns for a Kirk o'Shotts“ Spring Meeting !" Verb. sap. Some of them, in sober seriousness, are burly fellows. Is it not a curious thing, that even in the stern

THE DRAMA. est and most stalwart sports, gentlemen of the same nerve We are not among the admirers of Madame Vestris. and muscle always are over-matches for clowns? Is it She is a neat, smart chambermaid, and looks very nice in their tact that occasions this superiority, or is it that a a male dress,-especially as all her male dresses are faites certain delicacy of touch is necessary to enable a man to à ravir : but beyond this, we have little praise to bestow. measure the amount of effort required to achieve any One thing, no doubt, must be taken into account, that purpose? This superiority was never more shown than time is telling tales upon her.

They say a lady's age is in rowing at our late Regatta, which was really a splendid a delicate subject; but with public characters, such as affair, and more than enough to cancel reproach for a Madame Vestris, we do not feel the necessity of being month's dulness. It was quite impossible to conceive over and above scrupulous. The London critics (by the that there could be a finer day for the purpose ; and it served by, they sometimes affect to sneer at the Scotch critics,


though, with one or two exceptions, we do not think there amazing, condescension which she has been graciously is a regular dramatic critic in all London worthy of the pleased to show towards the Scotch pullie name,) the London critics, we say, rave about the elegance A miscellaneous remark or two. Murray's dress as of Vestris' form, and the beauty of her features ; nay, it Billy Lackaday is “ quite a landscape." We would not is confessedly upon these that a good deal of her popular give the patch behind for any money. Stanley's tailor, ity depends. We do not pretend to know what they in “ Giovanni in London,” is the completest thing of the may have be n, but at present, sooth to say, only indiffer- sort we have seen. His Irishman, in the “ Invincibles," ent traces of them remain. We, of course, grant that is also exquisite. In his own line of parts he may go aVestris has a pretty enough little figure, and that her eye starring to London whenever he pleases; they have no is soft and rather intelligent ; but we look for more in a body like him there. But he would be a terrible loss to star so long held up to us as of the first magnitude. Ves us were he to leave us. Mrs Stanley played Eugeniu, in tris is aware of this ; and that we may not be disappoint- “ Sweethearts and Wives,” the other evening, very sweeted, she stuffs herself out, and paints herself up, in a style ly and prettily. It is a great pity that a person of so which may make “ the unskilful laugh, but must make much good sense and cleverness as she is, should not get the judicious grieve.” Her costume altogether, from top the better of a taint of affectation in her style of speaking, to toe, from her highest ringlet to the point of her shoe, which mars every thing she does. Why does she not alis as much a piece of art as the costume of a wax doll. ways talk in her own natural tones, without clipping and The great test of a fine woman is to see her in dishabille. twisting her words into what she thinks fine English ?Heaven forbid that we should ever see Vestris before she Williams is going to turn out but a poor addition to the had made her morning toilet! Some people may think company: but M Gregor, who has returned to us after this is not legitimate criticism, but they are wrong. We some years' absence, is a smart fellow, and will be useful. wish to show that Vestris is altogether a piece of art, We are glad to see that Taylor shows a good example to nursed in the hot-bed of London, and that they, conse- the supernumeraries in his picturesque manner of dressquently, who look for the free fresh graces of nature, (and ing inferior parts. Mr Larkin is not a first-rate singer ; where should they be found, if not in woman?) will be –why has not an opportunity been given us of ascertainwoefully disappointed. There is a total want of heart ing the extent of Mr Hart's voice ?—Is Miss Fairbrother about her style of acting, which continually annoys us. to continue to dance to us?-Has Mrs Renaud no claim She goes through her parts carelessly, easily, elegantly; to be put upon the retired list of the Theatrical Fund ? but she never utters a word that she seems to feel, and

Old Cerberus. consequently they slip out of the memories of her audience, as the flickering of a lambent light upon a dead

ORIGINAL POETRY. wall. She does well enough with the Londoners,— who see every thing at a distance—who are thrown in

THI NEGLECTED TIFE. to convulsions by the twist of Liston's nose, and who applaud to the echo all the Cockney trash about a blue

By Mrs Embury,* of New York. bonnet or a bit of tartan, that is palmed upon them as Beloved one, beloved one, when in thine eye I see a Scotch song ; but here we look closer into the affair, Again the look of kindness so fondly turn’d on me,

- we are accustomed to cabinet acting—to the quiet deep My heart is thrill'd with sudden joy, its sorrows are forgot, humour of Murray, or the refined grace of Mrs Siddons, And all unmark'd the clouds that now have gather'd o'er and we consequently cannot get into raptures with Ves

our lot. tris' immense developement à posteriori, (her dress-maker knows something about it,) or the two blotches of rouge Beloved one, beloved one, when on thy brightening cheek upon her cheeks, or the very peculiar ruby tint of her | I see the glorious smile once more of cheerful fancies speak, lips, or her French curls, or the somewhat remarkable Oh! then, Hope's siren voice awakes, and whispers that expression of her teeth. Nevertheless, as we said before,

the hour she is a smart chambermaid, and a dashing enough look- Will yet arrive, when peace shall shed o'er both her pity. ing manikin, when she wears breeches,—and “ to this

ing power. conclusion must we come, Horatio.” She sings also, and sings well too; but then her songs are all of that light, Beloved one, beloved one, whene'er thy soft caress unimpressive kind, which please and are forgotten, such Is proffer'd in the gentle hour of tranquil tenderness, as, “ Love was once a little boy,” “ What can poor maid- My soul o'erflows with gratitude, love's pent-up streams ens do?” “ Love and Reason,” or “ The Banners of Blue,”

once more, the words of which are pure Cockney, beginning- O'er all my life's pale, wither'd flowers, their freshening

influence pour. « Strike up, strike up, Scottish minstrels so gay !" Things such as these are all the trifles of an hour ; they Beloved one, beloved one, I know thou lov'st me not, come as shadows, and so depart. They are well enough I know thou'st cursed the hour when first my shadow in their way; and we should not be so angry with them

dimm'd thy lot; as we are, were it not that people make so mighty a fuss I know thou'st learn'd to look almost with loathing on about them, whilst it is our humour to call them by their right names.

But may not years of deathless love those bitter thoughts

erase ? Vestris has a younger sister, ycleped Miss Bartalozzi, rather pleasant to the eye, being a tolerably well-arranged piece of flesh and blood; but the poor girl appears to be Beloved one, beloved one, may not the perfect truth, eaten up with conceit and affectation. Her style of sing- The deep devotion of a soul that loves thee e'en in ruth, ing and acting is as if she were conferring the greatest The strong affection of a heart that lives but for thy sake, honour in the world on the audience; and on the night Within thy gentle breast at length some kindlier feelings

wake? of her first appearance, because there was a slight noise in the house, she chose to take the pet (pretty dear !) and Beloved one, beloved one, oh! wilt thou ne'er forget would not go on, forsooth, with her part. She seems to think herself a singer, too, but she squalls abominably; On richer dowers and fairer brows to look with fond and as for her acting, it is the most heartless mummery

regret ? we ever witnessed.. We have no particular desire, there- This lady is considered by her friends in the United States as fore, to see a great deal more of Mademoiselle Bartalozzi; the Mrs Hemans of America. We are glad to have it in our power

to introduce her now, for the first time, to the Scottish reader. we are quite willing to decline any farther exertion of that

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