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JULY, 1823:



WITH A PORTRAIT OF SIR JOHN FLEMING LEICESTER, BART., Colonel of the Cheshire Yeomanry Cavalry, and a distinguished Patron of British Art.

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As this is the commencement of our Eighty-fourth Volume, and the Second of a new Series, our readers, perhaps, will pardon us for feeling some degree of pride and satisfaction while we entreat them to pass judgment on our labours. If a long literary existence have claims to public favour our work may make very large pretensions; and it shall be our highest ambition to extend its duration by the infusion of fresh spirit into every department. It has generally been the custom to affix the Frontispiece of every Volume to the first Number: this has in many instances been attended with the inconvenience of publishing Engravings before the Artist has been able to do the subjects adequate justice. To prevent this, we defer giving the Frontispiece of the present Volume until it is in its most perfect state, and we are sure that our subscribers will approve our discretion when they receive the admirable work of the Highest Art which we have in preparation. It is THE LORENZO DE MEDICI of Michael Angelo, a specimen of Sculpture which has never been equalled, either by the ancients or moderns, and which has as yet never been engraved. Every artist will give us credit for the taste and good fortune which have procured an exquisite engraving of this admirable statue for the EUROPEAN MAGAZINE.

WE are obliged to "a Constant Reader," for his note; we confess our ignorance of the fact he mentions relative to the "State Dunces."

The following Contributions we are obliged to decline.

Poems by W. L.-The History of the Hat-Paul Jones, the pirateVerses on reading Mr. Bowring's Poems-Two Poems, by Maria AnneTwilight, by R. E. I. I.-Ode to Spring, by T. T.-British Liberty, by Onissimus, deficient in euphony-The Poems sent by M. V.

The following are under consideration.

A Word of London-St. Stephen's Walbrook, &c.-Observations on Hamlet, by Goëthe-The Three Sisters, from the German-St. Kevin's Bed A Fairie Tale-Morning, by R. E. I. I.




JULY 1823.



SIR JOHN FLEMING LEICESTER, BART. Colonel of the King's Regiment of Cheshire Yeomanry Cavalry, and one of the most distinguished Patrons of British Art.

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(With a Portrait, painted by Sir Joshua Reynolds, and engraved by J. Thomson.)

As we have during the last two years presented our readers with many portraits of distinguished Artists, who in painting and sculpture render their country illustrious; we now, with considerable pride and gratification, present them with a portrait of one of those zealous patrons of the Fine Arts, without whose fostering care and liberal encouragement the arts themselves would become extinct. In commerce, manufactures and agriculture, there needs no Mæcenas; the wants of mankind and a liberal spirit of enterprize are always sufficient to call forth their powers, and to provide for their success. The same may be said of literature; the mass of mankind are now so enlightened, that food for the mind is as necessary to their happiness as food for the body is conducive to their health: hence it is that literary men require no patrons, the only patronage they seek for is in an enlightened and free public. But this is not the case with the Fine Arts, they are of later and more tender growth, and stand in need of careful cultivation and the warmest sun

shine of patronage. The public taste, although refining and encreasing, is at present far from being able to reward our best artists without the aid of liberal individuals, who are gifted with good taste, large fortunes, and enlightened minds. Such individuals we can boast of in

England; and among the most eminent we hesitate not to name the subject of our present memoir, and we are happy in being able to give his portrait, which will be the more acceptable to our readers as it is a specimen of the talents of one of the most celebrated portrait painters of this or any other country, Sir Joshua Reynolds. The patronage which Sir John Leicester has bestowed exclusively on native genius is well known; and his gallery of pictures by British artists, which he gratuitously and patriotically opens to the public every Spring, evinces his liberality, his exquisite taste, and his love for the Fine Arts. We have been extremely anxious to produce a full and accurate sketch of the life of Sir John Leicester, and we are promised an interesting and faithful memoir from the able pen of a gentleman, on whose fidelity every reliance may be placed. It has proved a great disappointment to us that we have not as yet received this memoir, and that we are obliged to defer it until next month, although we have reason to think it will arrive before our present number is published. This delay will, however, be attended with one great advantage; it will enable us to do more justice to this memoir, than is usual with our biographical sketches in general.

(To be concluded in our next.)


THE year had just attain'd its prime,
Beaming in summer's beauteous weather,
When in this bright and pleasant time,
Young Love and Reason came together.

They met one morning in a grove,

That meeting sure was out of season,
For what could Reason want with Love?
Or what had Love to do with Reason?

For she was gravity itself,

And quite averse to little cupid;
And he, the arch tormenting elf,,

Would jeer the maid and call her stupid.

The morn was fresh, and both agreed
Along the vale to take a ramble;
Love, sporting on, soon took the lead,
Indulging many an airy gambol.

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While Reason with a step sedate,
A cold and calculating eye,
Preserv'd her slow and steady gait,
And gaz'd upon the changing sky.

And as she mark'd the clouds which flew
Across the sun and dimm'd it soon,
By these, and other signs she knew,
That there would be a stormy noon.

Cupid," she cried," thou urchin wild,
"Behold yon dark and threat'ning sky;
"Cease, cease thy gambols, thoughtless child,
66 And let us to some shelter hie."

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* Mr. Moore has written a very beautiful allegory called "Love and Reason," which, like every thing that flows from his pen, displays peculiar elegance, and "sparkles with poetic fire;" he seems, however, to have departed from his creed, as "the bard of Venus," in causing Love to be subdued by Reason. The following little poem, in which the conclusion will be found to be reversed, was written in the spirit of imitation; but, without the slightest intention of provoking a comparison: for," who could bend a bow with Ulysses?"

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