impression. The melancholy distractions of the artist's life, the noble record of his genius attested on the walls within which his corpse now lay—the palpable man present--the being vanished— its worth honoured, and its loss deplored, by an assembly noble, talented, and auspicious, in the highest degree;--all conspired to give the solemnity a character, such as few had seen before, and none can desire to witness again. On the fol lowing day, at one o'clock, the funeral procession to St. Paul's took place. The service was read in the chapel near the Western door; thence the body was borne to the south-east corner of the crypt, and there finally deposited between the remains of Sir Christopher Wren and Sir Joshua Reynolds. A plain stone, modestly inscribed, thus briefly indicates the spot :— ΑΧΩ The great historical Painter, Died 22d February, 1806, In the year 1809, Barry's works were collected in 2 vols. 4to. Of these, the part considered most honourable to his abilities are the Lectures delivered from the Professor's Chair, at the Royal Academy; and next them, perhaps, may be remembered the letter to the Dilettanti Society, upon the best method of preserving pictures, a composition generally inserted in the editions of Pilkington's Lives of the Painters. Of Barry it has been well remarked, that the reputation of the man surpasses the reputation of the artist. His talents were unquestionable, and his powers original; but he was seldom able to realize what he conceived, or to practise all he professed. The enthusiasm of his character was not so unsusceptible of application to ordinary matters, and but too often urged him into the most fanciful imprudences. He has been compared in eccentricity to Rousseau, and there are certainly traits of similarity between the two men. In both we discover the same moroseness of independence and impatience of favour; the same wild jealousy of rivals, and perverse estrangement from the world; the same morbid affections and lofty aspiration. But there was a nobility in the ambition of Barry, and a purity in his actions, to which the Frenchman cannot pretend. Barry really possessed a great mind, and spurned at disingenuous ness; Rousseau, in point of fact, was a mean man. It is also to be remembered, that however frequently the impetuosity of his constitution roused Barry to anger, and deeply involved him in quarrels, yet his heart never forgot, and his spirit never failed to acknowledge, the generosity of his friends. Burke he always called his first benefactor, and latterly never mentioned his name without ejaculating a blessing upon his grave. Of Sir Joshua Reynolds too he spoke gratefully upon every occasion. In short, there was a pious tenderness inherent in his nature, which the roughness of his manner concealed from many; yet was it constantly overflowing, and no excess of passion could exhaust his sullen sympathy. Of him it may be truly said, that his faults sprung from the finest sources of virtue, and consequently were always expiated by superior merits. For those, his name must ever continue cherished; for these, may his memory be never revived! An only brother, surnamed Richmond, survived this great painter; and of him a feeling of compassion suggests that some short notice should be here taken; for he was the last of the family, and his life presents a kindred series of vicissitudes, and his death a counterpart of even more abject misery. Richmond Barry then was bred to the sea, on which he distinguished himself in various battles, and received many wounds. He succeeded to his father's property, and at one period of his life moved in a highly respectable rank of society; but what with a speculative mind and adventurous habits, he gradually lost the one and fell from the other. About the year 1814, when his means were all nearly exhausted, he was struck blind by lightning in the West Indies; and in this deplorable state soon after journeyed to London, with an aged wife, in the hope of finding some resources of help either in the reputation, or amongst the friends of his late brother. This step, however, was far from leading to any better fortune. The few personal friends the historical painter retained at the period of his dissolution, had either followed him to the tomb, or were now scattered away from London; so that after labouring through all the privations of poverty, the old gentleman was obliged to resort to the casual charity of the passengers through the streets for a scanty means of livelihood. The station more generally taken by him for this distressing purpose, was age obscurely chosen near the Catholic chapel, in Sutton-street, Soho; and it is much to the credit of English charity, that the congregation never saw him, on their return from service, and left him unrelieved. In this degradation he continued to linger and mourn, until a severe fit of illness confined him to his bed; when as a last preservative from starvation, he addressed a petition to the Society of Arts. A subscription amounting to 407. was speedily raised for him among the members, and was nearly as soon expended in the payment of old debts and the necessary supplies for subsistence, so that he ere long found himself as wretched as ever. At this period, for a sixpence a night, he inhabited a garret in Maynard-street, where the infirmities of forced him entirely to abandon his supplicatory perambulations, and he eked out his misery on a shilling a day, which his wife contrived to earn at an army clothier's. This pittance could not long preserve him out of debt, and in June 1824 he owed his landlord some few shillings for eleven nights' rent. Such was the stage of destitution in which this fellow's importunities roused poor Barry from his bed. He returned to the street, and succeeded in obtaining two shillings in charity; but was so exhausted by the exertion, that his wife was obliged to pay away the greatest portion of the sum in victuals for him. This no sooner reached the ears of the merciless landlord, than, exasperated at the loss of his money, he drove the poor old gentleman from the house.-He expired in the removal. The corpse was buried at the charge of the parish; and thus was extinguished the family of Barry. 87 MARGARET BEAUFORT, COUNTESS OF RICHMOND AND DERBY. Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud "Welcome, my noble son!" she cried aloud, “A Tudor's fire, a Beaufort's grace."—Gray. NEXT to the mausoleum of Mary Queen of Scots, in the south aisle of Henry VII.'s Chapel, is a table monument of black marble and touchstone, panelled with coats of arms, and surmounted with a female effigy in robes doubled with ermine ;-the whole finely wrought in gilt brass. On a fillet of the same metal, round the cornice of the table, is a Latin inscription, written by the celebrated Erasmus, which thus expresses the purposes of the tomb: TO MARGARET of Richmond, Mother of the Seventh Henry, and grandmother of the Eighth ; Two expounders of the Holy Bible, one at Oxford, and one at Where she moreover built two Colleges-to Christ and his disciple John. She died on the Kalends of July, MDIX. To the particulars here given of this illustrious woman, a few facts are to be added. She was born at Bletshoe, in Bedfordshire, during the year 1441, and was the sole daughter and heiress of John Beaufort, Duke of Somerset, who was the son of the celebrated John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster. While yet in her fifteenth year, her hand was solicited in marriage by the Duke of Suffolk, for his son; and by Henry VI. for his half-brother Edmund of Hadham, Earl of Richmond. The latter nobleman was preferred, and upon an influence, according to the story of Sir Francis Bacon and Bishop Fisher, no less extraordinary than the following. In her perplexity between the two proffers, she requested the advice of an elderly gentlewoman, who sagely decided that she ought not to consult her heart upon the occasion, but refer herself in prayer to the patron of virgins, St. Nicholas, who after due suit appeared to the pious maid in his episcopal robes, and pronounced for Earl Edmund. By this match Margaret had a son, afterwards Henry VII., and within the short term of fifteen weeks after his birth, was left a widow. In the course of time, however, and without any miraculous interference, she obtained two more husbands, but had no further issue by them. Her second lord was Henry Stafford, a son of the Duke of Buckingham: he died in 1481; and her third, she married in 1485, Thomas Lord Stanley and Earl of Derby. He too died in 1504; so that she was left to follow the three to the grave in a single state. Such was the rank and such the conditions of Margaret of Richmond: but the history of her actions is by no means so brief; for according to Stowe, a volume would hardly suffice to recapitulate and describe her virtues and great acts. Being easily prevailed upon to wave what pretensions to the crown she might be thought to possess, in favour of her son, she devoted her life to works of charity and religion, amongst which the patronage of learning usurped a distinguished share. The detail of her munificence begins with her receiving twelve distressed objects under her own roof, where they were supplied with food and raiment, blessings, which as the one dropped off, were extended to some other; so that the number relieved continued always complete. The lecturers in divinity at the Universities of Oxford and Cambridge were her next care: the articles of their endowment, which was in perpetuity, were dated on the 8th of September 1502; and pro |