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Ba-a-a-a-a-a was the answer of my He did not disturb me until I had ascetic auditor to this appeal ; while ended, when the monsyllable, which 1, expecting conviction to follow it, he converted into one of six, slowly felt the current of my enthusiasm broke from his lips.“ Humph! stuff chilled, and the fire of my imagina- : -- humph! nonsense,” he repeated tion extinguished by this interjec- perhaps half a dozen times, " and do tion. During the former part of my you really think, young man, that speech, he had continually inter this stuffand nonsense will enable you rupted me by some such expression to live? Would the baker give you as a better for ye wear a red coat a loaf for a sonnet, or the butcher than none--better be confined to a take an ode in exchange for a muttonprison-house of wood than rubbing chop? Or have you any other prosyour eye-brows against the bars of pect than that of being a beggar all a jail window, and crying. Pity your life?"_"Well, Sir," I replied, the poor confined debtors, having “ Homer was a beggar, but posterity no allowance." But, during the has done him justice, and he is imlatter part of it, he sate, with eyes mortal. Camoens lived in poverty glaring, mouth half open, and lip and died in want, but his name twisted, while his long thin visage from one end of the earth to the was stretehed forward with such other echoed with wonder and a mixture of contempt and astonish- delight. And are not such worthies ment, as must have placed a full raised to endless felicity in another, stop to my oration, had not my eyes world ? been fixed, as it were, on my mind.

« Because on earth their names
In fames eternal volume live for aye.”

“ What would have been the feelshrine, would they not have been ings of the author of the Arcadia, amply recompensed for years of sor. could he have left his tomb, for a row or of suffering ?"_"For my own short space, to have read on the part," I continued, “I could be satissepulchre of his tutor, as his highest fied to wander through the world honour, that he was the tutor of without a resting place, and exist Sir Philip Sydney.' And on that of on the poor pittance the hand of his friend, Lord Brooke, Falke charity might fing to me ; if by so Greville, servant to Queen Eliza. doing I could gain myself a name beth, counsellor to King James, and which should be coeval with my friend to Sir Philip Sydney ? Could country, and be remembered in the Dante have beheld, after his death,' page that records the history of its cities quarrelling, to possess his greatness." Stop, stop, stop, bones. Could Shakspeare have seen young man,” said he, " you forget the poor house, in which he dwelt, that Dante says; visited by millions as

a sainted

“ How salt the savour is of others bread,
How hard the passage to descend and climb
By others stairs."

may be

“ And Dante proyed and felt poverty.' . All your

ideas that he wrote,-but you, doubtless, very pretty in theory, young man, have more poetry or more philoso- but I fear you would find them raphy than the bard of Florence ; ther hard in practice; and be very and you would have laughed at apt, like poor Nash, who was really him, when he exclaimed, in the bit a poet, to 'call to mind a cobler terness of want and anguish - I who was worth five hundred pounds; have been a vessel without sail and an hostler who had built a goodly without steerage, carried about to inn; a carman who had whipt a divers ports, and roads, and shores, thousand pounds out of his horses by the dry wind that springs out of tailand, then, on viewing your

one

own state, you would, like him, the air in which you breathe,' and * curse the hour of your birth-ban exclaim with him,

“ Ah! worthless wit, to train me to this woe,

Deceitful arts that nourish discontent.”. « Ah! ah! believe me, this is a subject on which we should ounce of discretion is worth a never agree. You asked me for my pound of wit;' and to quote criticism, I have given it; for my from the only poet worth reading advice, you have had it: I know a little learning is a dangerous you despise them both. I leave thing."-" Very true, Sir," I re you, therefore, to pursue your own plied, “ but may not one possess plans; and, knowing that exboth discretion and wit? and is it perience bought is better than expenot necessary to have a little learn rience taught. I leave you to buy, ing before we have much-to taste and I hope you will not purchase it of the spring before we drink deeply at too high a price.". ofits waters?'_“Well, well, young Thus ended my interview with man," he answered, “I perceive the Ascetic.

TO THE ÆOLIAN HARP.
HARP of the Zephyr! whose least breath, o'er

Thy tender string moving, is felt by thee;-
Harp of the whirlwind! whose fearfullest roar

Can arouse thee to nought but harmony.
The leaf that curls upon youth's warm hand,

Hath not a more sensitive, soul than thou;
Yet the spirit that's in thee, unharm'd, can withstand

The blast that shivers the stout oak bough.
When thankless flowers in silence bend,

Thou hailest the freshness of heaven with song i
When forests the air with their howlings rend,

Thou soothest the storm as it raves along.
Yes ;-thine is the magic of friendship's bow'r,

That holiest temple of all below;
Thou hast accents of bliss for the calmest hour,

But a heav'nlier note for the season of woe.
Harp of the breeze! whether gentle or strong,

When shall I feel thy enchantment again?
Hark! hark !_e'en the swell of my own wild song

Hath awaken'd a mild responsive strain !
It is not an echo--'tis far too sweet

To be born of a lay so rude as mine ;
But, Oh! when terror and softness meet

How pure are the hues of the wreath they twine!
Thus the breath of my rapture hath swept thy chords,

And fill'd them with music, alas! not its own,
Whose witchery tells but how much my words,

Though admiring, have wrongd that celestial tone.
I hear it,- hear it-now fitfully swelling,

Like a chorus of seraphim earthward hieing!
And now-as in search of a loftier dwelling-

The voices away, one by one, are dying!
Heaven's own harp! save angel-fingers,

None should dare open thy mystic treasures;
Farewel! for each note on mine ear still lingers,
And mine may not mingle with thy blest measures.

B.

THE FINE ARTS.

THR BRITISH INSTITUTION.

The three months during which present year had this important adthe gallery of the British Insti, vantage, that, although the immeTUTION is annually kept open for diate neighbourhood of the original the benefit of young artists of both picture was a severe test, yet the sexes, in order to enable them to assembling of all the studies round study at leisure the works which, it gave an admirable opportunity of having formed a part of the pre- ascertaining their respective merits oeding exhibition, are liberally left by comparison ; an opportunity of for that purpose by their respective which divisions and subdivisions proprietors, terminated this year in would have deprived the visitor. the latter end of October; and the For the reasons which we assigned publie were then admitted to see the on a similar occasion last year, we result; but not in sufficient time to think it right to abstain from any allow of any notice in the last partieular remarks or criticisms on number of the European Magazine. a collection of works of art so

Nearly two hundred studies of formed. But, while we maintain various descriptions were made in the reserve which under the circumthe course of the season; some as stances of the case delicacy seems to large as the original pictures ; some require with respect to individuals, diminished in size even to minia we will take leave to make a few ture ; some comprehending the general observations; with no other whole subject; some (as we last view than the advancement of the year took the liberty strongly to Fine Arts ; our only object, indeed, advise) confined to a part ; just as in all our notices on the subject. the taste or object of the student Premising that among the various prompted. Sir Joshua Reynolds studies there were specimens of had evidently been the favourite talent highly creditable to the young master. His “ Sleeping Girl," and artists by whom they were produced, his “ Portrait of Miss Gwathir," and sufficient to show that nothing both of them certainly delightful was wanting to their future excelpictures, were surprisingly multi lence but diligence on their part and plied. After Sir Joshua, Vander- due encouragement on the part of velde and Cuyf appeared to have those whose duty it is to seek out attracted the greatest number of merit, and to foster it, we must be imitators. Of some vessels by the permitted to express our regret at former there were copies enough to seeing so many new candidates for form a large feet; and a flock of the honours of the palette, and at sheep by the latter was repeated to beholding, mingled with, and almost an extent that would have filled all smothering, the successful efforts to the pens in Smithfield market. which we have already alluded, a

Before the admission of the public mass of attempts, indicating the the studies were arranged in clusters merest mediocrity of powers, and close to the original pictures from some of them not even approaching to which they were made. We heard mediocrity. We are convinced, and some objections to this mode of the conviction is the result of many marshalling them, as giving a poly. years observation on the condition graphic air to the rooms; but we and progress of the Fine Arts; remember that when, in formeryears, in this country, that we have a the studies were divided and sepa- great superabundance of artists, or rated, it was alleged that they were rather of individuals, who“ profess injudiciously scattered. The fact is, and call themselves" artists. The as Mr. Young the keeper of the. In corn is choked by the weeds. The stitution has in all probability found tree of art wants extensive though out long ago, it is impossible to judicious pruning. It ought to be please every body. The plan of the divested of the dead wood which Eur. Mag. Nov. 1823.

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keeps the sun and air from its green proceed in the career you have comand living branches. All the un- menced. Conquer your pride or necessary foliage, all the dwindling your diffidence. Take one of your and withering produce ought to be performances to Sir Thomas Lairclipt off, that its sap may no longer rence, or to some other man, if you be wastefully and perniciously di. can find him, of equal talents, atverted from passing to the nourish. tainments, experience, and kindness. ment of its sound, wholesome, and Ask his opinion of your ability. If well-flavoured fruit.

his answer be decidedly farourable, There is no human being who, in pursue your studies with enthu. most cases, is more exposed to self- siasm; if, on the contrary, the utdelusion, and to the injurious effects most effects of his politeness can of the mistaken appreciation of ig- afford you no more than lukewarm norant friends, than a young man approbation, return home, listen not who imagines he has a genius for' to your mother and your sisters, who painting. There is no one more would fain persuade you that you liable to the sad error of fancying have been consulting an adviser who that inclination and power are con- wishes to repress rising genius, but vertible terms. Surrounded in all throw your colours and pencils into probability by persons as little ac- the fire ; go to the bar, walk the quainted as he is himself with the hospitals, seat yourself at the desk high and various qualifications of a counting-house, turn writer of which are necessary to constitute a criticisms on the Fine Arts, in genuine artist, be advances with short, do any thing but pursue a rash confidence in a path that must professiour which, besides the qualiinevitably lead bim to disappoint- ties necessary to success in the or ment, and, perhaps to ruin.. To dinary occupations of life, demands, such an individual, we would, un to use the energetic language of hesitatingly say, “ Pause, ere you Mr. Shee,

• Whate'er of worth, or Muse, or Grace inspires ;
Whatever man, of heav'n or earth obtains,
Through mental toil, or mere mechanic pains ;
A constant heart, by Nature's charms impress'd,
An ardour ever burning in the breast;
A zeal for truth, a power of thought intense ;
A fancy, flowering on the stems of sense ;
A mem'ry, as the grave retentive, vast,
That holds, to rise again, th' imprison'd past;
A feeling strong, instinctive, active, chaste;
The thrilling electricity of taste;
That marks the muse on each resplendent part,
The seal of nature on the acts of arts
An eye, to bards alone and painters given,
A frenzied orb, reflecting earth and heaven;
Commanding all creation at a glance,
And ranging possibility's expanse ;
A hand, with more than inagic skill endow'd,
To trace invention's visions as they crowd ;
Embody thoughts beyond the poet's skill,
And pour the eloquence of art at will;
'Bove all, a dauntless soul to persevere,
Though mountains rise, though Alps on Alps appear :
I hough poverty present her meagre form,

Though patrons fail, and fortune frowns a storm.'” Connected with the evil to which name no parties," as Sir Giles we have adverted, and in some mea Overreach says; but the fact is obsure springing from it is the strange vious to all who have eyes to see neglect many of our veteran artists, what is passing around them, and though happily not all, are expe. painful to all who have hearts to riencing from the public. We will feel for deserted merit. What would

be thought of the horticulturist, country; some establishment, which who, after having, by artificial shall give to art and artists the same warmth and other adventitious aid, protection and advantage that the reared some precious plant through University of Oxford' or Camthe various stages of its growth to bridge now affords to learning, and maturity, should, just as it was to learned men; some establishment about to flower, expel it from the that shall at once instruct the young, green-house, and suffer it to decay and furnish ample means of liberal and perish in the inclemency of the occupation to the mature ;-antik exterpal air, in order that he might some such establishment be created, supply its place with some new fa- it is in vain to expect that to the vourite, to experience in its turn other triumphs of which Great Brithe same carly kindness, and the tain has to boast she will add that same ultimate abandonment? Yet of proud pre-eminence in the Fine such is precisely the conduct of Arts. The day will come when thismany persons who would be thought truth will be felt. The day will patrons of art. They are constantly come when our statesmen will be running after novelty. They praise sensible of the incalculable value of and flatter rising talent; and as the arts to a great country. The soon as they have deluded it into day will come when it will be genean earnest devotion of itself to a rally acknowledged, that to no obpursuit to which, even in a culti- ject could a portion of the national vated and refined country, only wealth be more advantageously difew are capable of apportioning rected. The day will come, when, its proper merit, they hurry off, to speak once more in the emphain quest of some fresh prodigy, tic language of the able and arand leave the unfortunate victim dent writer whom we have already of their ostentatious selfishness, to quoted in this notice, it will be disstruggle for existence amidst the covered, that “it is a mistake unvulgar and insensible minds by worthy of an enlightened governwhich, in all probability, he finds ment to conceive that the arts, left himself surrounded.

to the influence of ordinary events, To what do these observations turned loose upon society, to fight tend? To the discouragement of and scramble in the rude and reindividual, and to the recommenda volting contest of coarser occupation of public patronage. Until tions, can ever arrive at that persome national establishment be fection which contributes so matefounded, on a very different and rially to the permanent glory of a much more extensive scale than any state." which has hitherto existed in this

CHARACTER OF THE LATE SIR HENRY RAEBURN, R.A.

The death of this: eminent and comparisons, we have no hesitation in excellent person which happened on saying, and we are sure the opinion. the 8th of July, at St. Bernard's, will be confirmed by the unanimous Stockbridge, near Edinburgh, is an voice of the world of art, that Sir: event that all friends of worth and Henry Raeburn stood in the highest genius must deeply, regret. As an rank of his profession. The first artist we could judge of him only impression made on the spectator of by the works which he used to send his pictures was by the striking efannually to Somerset House, and fect of his head. 'hey were drawn, which afforded us the means of form- and painted in a style original, and ing an estimate of his merits and exclusively his own: broad, square, defects, inore correctly perhaps than firm; clear and brilliant in colour; could be accomplished by those who surprisingly powerful in light and were in the daily habit of visiting shade, and chiaro-scuro. “He aphis painting-room. Without enter- peared to possess the rare, and in a ing into any minute and invidious portrait painter, the inestimable fa

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