rule which will enable those unfamiliar with art to appreciate it in all its details. He who would know Homer or Dante must study them in the original, and not by means of translations or garbled extracts. He who would fully understand the romance and beauty of a Doric temple or of a Gothic cathedral, would not act unwisely in first learning, not only a little architecture, but somewhat of history and romantic literature to boot. To which some one cries,-"But must we then turn our brains to encyclopædias, before we can be permitted to admire aught in art or literature?" By no means;-admire-feel-live in the beautiful as much-as far as you can. It was chiefly to gratify this sense that such works were produced. But if you will criticise-teach-FIND FAULT-then I say, first go learn your trade.

There is a certain old-fashioned style of French and English criticism-would that it were in every sense oldfashioned and extinct-which regards the employment of certain vapid words and phrases, as the Shibboleth, by which a knowledge of Art was established among the elegant initiated. This was the dialect of the Dilettanti-a sect which we are happy to say has partially died off in France, almost entirely so in Germany,-but which un. fortunately still exhibits a tenacious vitality in certain other parts of the world. The following sentence, inspired by a Venus of Titian, and uttered, we presume, by one of its adepti, was recently furnished us by a friend.

"Titian! Titian!!-truly TITIAN!!! The face is beautiful-the form majestic,-and the embonpoint sufficiently recherché, to satisfy the most fastidious connoisseur !"

We will appeal to those familiar with the literature of the present day, and demand if this be not fairly in the vein and style of nine tenths of the criticism with which we are deluged by foreign tourists, and many others who, ignorant of the principles, and unstudied in the theory or history of Art, strive, by words and cant phrases, to impose upon others their knowledge, or rather ignorance of all thereto relating. Truth is great and must prevail, but would that this rubbish were cleared from her track!

There is at present in Philadelphia a group entitled "THE WRECK," by Mr. E. A. BRACKETT of Boston, now in plaster, but shortly to be immortalized in marblea work, we venture to assert, so remarkable in its originality, that were it even bristling with defects, we should deem it worthy of comment and preservation, as a memorial of that which future ages will probably regard as a very peculiar "moment" in the history of intellectual progress-we mean the American and English art of our present century. And we have deemed the preceding remarks no inappropriate introduction to a notice of this group, as we desire to apply to it with all possible strictness, the test of excellence in kind.

The Wreck represents the dead bodies of a young mother and her infant, as they may be supposed to appear immediately after the extinction of the vital sparka subject, be it borne in mind, capable of a wide range of thought-of stirring up in different minds extremely varied trains of thought-of gentle melancholy, intensely painful, or highly beautiful associations, and consequently permitting a wide range in the sphere of representation -a subject, moreover, which could not fail to interest the majority, though ever so lamely treated, and against whose first impression we should, in a certain sense, carefully guard, lest the "idea," or "motive," should obscure our appreciation and judgment.

We may be permitted to remark, en passant, that the amateur in art cannot guard too strictly against the influence which an attractive idea or subject is apt to exert, when ever so wretchedly handled. We have more than once seen works of the least possible merit acquire both for themselves and their manufacturer a high reputation, simply because an attractive or popular subject formed their theme. More than one opera owes its success with the multitude quite as much to the plot and other melo-dramatic associations, as to the merit of the music; and the entire history of art is lamentably full of instances where

even good critics have been blinded by prejudice, or led away by popular opinion into views which their better judgment would assuredly have condemned. That this is natural no one will deny, but it is also true, as has been remarked, that all which is natural is not in every instance equally creditable. Objects which recall touching associations, or, as Kugler remarks, suggest those ideas which we would not willingly impart to every one, will naturally interest even the strictest critic, and induce him to gaze with a lenient eye upon the worst faults of execution. The true ground upon which this rests is the abuse of the romantic principle, and it has occasionally done quite as much to retard the progress of art as the vilest mannerism.

But to return to Mr. Brackett's Group. We have remarked that it embodies a subject capable of a great variety of development, a subject, indeed, which may be treated according to the tendency of the artist, in every method, and involving every characteristic from the lowest materialism to the most refined and elevating spirituality. Yet as a subject of art in itself, divested as far as possible of extraneous attribute, we are convinced that the pathetic, as far as compatible with the awful dreamlike mystery of death, should be its leading characteristic or predominant motive. And in insisting upon an absence of varied attribute and detail, the reader will understand that by pathetic we by no means imply that theatrical, sentimental quality which obtains so largely in the French school, and which has transmuted into trash numbers of otherwise excellent productions of French art.

But simple as the correct and natural mode of carrying out this idea appears, we doubt whether one artist in twenty would hit upon it. We have heard a celebrated Professor of Natural Philosophy remark, that as long as a road to false theory and error remained open, though never so carefully hidden, men never failed to follow it in preference to the right way, which (unaccountably enough) is generally the very last discovered, though staring them all the while in full view. Goethe has indeed remarked on this very subject of the Pathetic in Art, that "It has been the usual fate of artists to blunder in their choice of subjects of this sort;" and Goëthe might have added, that, even when the subject is well chosen, it has been quite as usual for them to blunder (as not unfrequently happens even with very skilful operators) in the after-treatment.

We have remarked that the subject of a dead mother and infant, may be treated in a spirit of the vilest materialism, which is the literal imitation of Nature in her lowest and most revolting forms. Those who have seen at Florence, in the Museo di Storia Naturale, the infamous statuettes of the Sicilian monk Zumbo, in which human ingenuity appears to have exhausted every resource "which could render death terrible and the grave loathsome," will recall the mother just dead of the plague, holding in her arms a bloated little corpse, which has already attracted the fly and tarantula. And yet these preparations of Zumbo are executed with an almost incredible degree of artistic skill, in the mere mechanical branches. This is undoubtedly the worst perversion known in Art, of this subject, though in "Fire, Famine, and Slaughter," a sketch somewhat allied to it, may be found

"A baby beat its dying mother;

I had starved one, and was starving the other."

A faint excuse for the statuettes of Zumbo may be found in the fact that they were intended to perpetuate, for religious purposes, the sufferings which Florence had endured during the Great Plague. A far better justification of the poem rests on the ground that it is intended to set forth, like Callot's inimitable series of engravings, "The Horrors of War."

In the "Murder of the Innocents," and West's "Death on the Pale Horse," we have this subject again, elevated, it is true, to the higher region of "the romantic," whose peculiar property is that it induces the observer to continue

or develope in his own mind, impressions which the work of art merely awakens, or but partially concludes; but it is almost exclusively the romantic, for the scenes of slaughter and terror by which they are in both instances surrounded, naturally awake in the mind associations widely remote from the calm and majesty of death. Viewed by themselves each as a whole-we admit that we should regard them in an extremely different light. But as this evidently formed no part of the original design of the artists as they have pressed them upon us as acces sories to another idea, we can by no means judge of them according to the ideal which such a subject by itself requires.

But when a work of art lifts us, even above the highest romantic associations, into the sphere of absolute purity and goodness-when the discords inseparable from every. thing worldly are as far as possible softened down or banished-when we rise as far as we can above the objective necessities of shadow, darkness, and relief, into the pure life of light and feeling, or in default thereof, advance as far as possible into those ideas which conduce thereto, then we approach, be it in life or art, to the SPIRITUAL. This is indeed done whenever we indulge in the better emotions of our nature; and what emotion, would we ask, is better, purer, or holier than the love of a mother for her child? So generally understood, is this,-so deeply is it impressed by instinct and every imaginable association, that there is no question, in beholding this subject, as to its existence. As truly as the mother lived, even so truly do we know that her last effort and thought was for her infant.

Mr. Brackett's subject is ensnaring and fascinating-it is highly spiritual. Divested of all unnecessary attribute, our attention is directed simply to the mother and child. But the entire history of religious art abounds in proofs that the highest possible degree of spiritualism may be found united with defects of so grave a nature as to mar its excellence and even defeat its aim. The question therefore now is,-"Granting the spiritual beauty of the conception, is it in any degree amenable to the charges of mechanical deficiency, or mannerism?"

As regards the anatomy of the figures, in which we include the position and expression which bodies may assume subsequent to death, we believe the work to be faultless. Mr. Brackett is himself an excellent anatomist, having, as we are informed, carried his studies in this branch to a degree seldom attained by American artists at the present day. We have further learned that the principal anatomists and medical men in Boston have more than admired it as a singular specimen of accuracy in this particular-they have recommended it as a study. A writer in the Boston Medical Journal, in a long article, in which this group is treated solely in a physical point of view, advises his readers to pay attention to it, as a work capable of imparting, in this particular, valuable information.

MECHANICAL DEFECTS may be in painting almost infinite in their number. But in sculpture we are inclined to think that they may all be reduced to infringements of the laws of anatomy, that is, when the human body alone, devoid of all attribute, forms the subject. But even when attributes are concerned, our theory still holds good. A different wound would undoubtedly have been the occasion of different attitudes, both in the Laocoon and the Dying Gladiator; but is it not within the province of the anatomist to decide the position which the irritation of certain nerves would induce?

MANNERISM is a charge not only graver in its nature, but also more uncertain of application. We have generally considered that artist as a mannerist who blindly follows a certain style or school, or is slavishly influenced by the opinions of others. Goëthe has well said, that the man who copies even nature without thoroughness, endeavouring to give only the striking and brilliant, will soon pass into mannerism—a remark so much more applicable to the American and English paintings of the present day

than the German, that we cannot too strongly insist upon its publicity.

We cannot by any means condemn those minds who, incapable of forming an original style, have bent all their energies to acquire the style of some great master. Of such was BERNARDO LUINI, whose paintings are not unfrequently confounded with those of his master, Leonardo da Vinci, and JORIS VAN VLIET, a successful imitator of Rembrandt. But we have still always been inclined to believe with Saint Meurice, that it is generally easier to make a good original than a bad copy, out of minds which show extraordinary talent even in imitating.

It may be groundless theory-it may be a vain misleading, but judging from our knowledge of the past and present state of American art, we are strongly inclined to surmise that in the elevated naturalism of this work, which is of a much higher grade than the average type of the English school, we see the presentiment of a coming school of American art, which shall be something new, glorious, and beautiful. We confess that we were at one time slightly fearful that if in these eclectic times it were possible for any one type to predominate, it would be that of a literal reproduction of nature-in a beautiful form it might be as in the Greek Slave, but wanting both in the truly romantic and spiritual. But we are now firmly convinced that the excess of the practical in our country has met with its necessary consequence, and a reaction has of late years manifested itself in art and literature (more particularly the latter), which only within a comparatively recent period has begun to assume form and stability. The present tendency of literature in our country is decidedly more towards the ideal than in England, and if we judge by the general sense of the people, in spite of an array of great and powerful names, we might add, than in France. There is, in fact, no reason why a new school of art should not (we speak with every possible allowance and qualification) spring up and flourish among us.

After such an admission, with such a reference to the

group in question, the reader will not be surprised if we assert that we consider this work as remarkably free from mannerism of any description whatever. And we ground our opinion, not upon a vague impression of originality or force, but from the evident manifestation therein of two elements, either of which would be sufficient to redeem any work whatever from such a charge.

The first of these is the evident confidence of the artist in every effect which he produces. Those who have carefully compared the best landscapes of the Munich school with similar French and English productions, must have noticed the great reliance which the latter place, in fortunate self-suggesting accidents. This is particularly manifested in their treatment of clouds or light, and in atmo

spheric effects generally. But the German artist never wins his game by scratching. In his most mysterious shades, his dimmest clouds, his most impalpable halos and reflexes, we can always feel that everything existed legibly in the mind of the painter before he transferred it to canvass. He never hurls his sponge at the picture, that it may create for him an idea. And taken in detail, this work of Brackett's presents in every part (we refer more particularly to the figure of the mother) an incredible assemblage of bold and beautiful lines, every one of which was the effect of deliberate study.

The other element to which we refer is, indeed, of a more vague description, but not less real and palpable to the true critic. We refer to the principle of progressiveness, which is the unfailing indication of every mind, which to subjective and ideal tendencies joins the faculty of labour, and a full appreciation of the importance of the real or material. There are certain artists who form for themselves an ideal-perhaps the literal imitation of nature. They work on until the crowd cry "Natural as life!" or perhaps until birds peck at their fruit, and then retire, satisfied with having fulfilled their mission. But we find in this work indications of a different nature. Mr. Brackett's genius is, we conceive, of that order whose

every work fulfils a promise of further development, given in the past, and renewed for the future. Were the group of the Wreck far inferior to what it now is-inferior in point of subject-inferior even in mechanical detail, we should still prize it as indicating, like the productions of the early Eginetic school of sculpture, a certain subjective power infinitely more pleasing to the true critic than the elaborate works of a Bernini, which exhibit indeed the perfection of materialism, but where soul is wanting.

That which yet remains to be noticed, and upon which the critic may well remark we have not as yet touched, is the degree to which this work, apart from association and material excellence, appeals to our abstract sense of the beautiful, or aesthetic perception. Many an artist, even when his mind is of a highly subjective order, imagines that when to an intensely interesting subject he has joined the perfection of mechanical detail, he has attained to the ideal the elevated and spiritual. He fancies that he has done for his work what a happy idea or subject has done for him. But neither the beautiful in association nor the perfect in mechanical detail, or even the two combined, form that higher absolute beauty, which can only be appreciated by our intuitive perception of the beautiful in itself; the highest exponent of which in sculpture is grace.

To say that Mr. Brackett or any other artist has attained in his works the acme of grace were an absurdity. To say even that the artist himself is incapable of improving upon it in this respect, were to contradict our statement of the existence in him (or it) of the element of progressiveness; but to deny that grace exists in it were also to contradict our previous assertion of the number of lines of beauty in which it abounds.

To admit that an artist has produced something "natural as life," or even in a somewhat higher sense, faultless, is to admit that he has created a work of art in a full sense. It is excellent in kind. To assert that he has produced a work which, in addition to this, awakes within us our sense of the beautiful, though never so faintly, is to admit the existence of something great and good, well worthy of preservation and regard. But we by no means blame those who, in addition to these allsufficient requisites, demand (unreasonably, it may be) a greater degree of grace, for it is merely an indication of the refinement of their æsthetic sense.

The very indication of the existence of the progressive element in a work of art, is not unfrequently of itself sufficient to stimulate our demand for grace. The consciousness of the power of the artist impels us to crave for more. Whence it comes that we are often better satisfied with an actually inferior production.

We admit that Mr. Brackett has in this work come fully up to the test originally proposed. More than this, he has to a degree superadded grace. Yet we honestly wish that he had given us more of this latter quality; what there is, is barely commensurate to the extraordinary beauty of the idea, and the remarkable excellence of its mechanical execution. We think that we can partly Indicate the cause of this apparent deficiency, and to a degree palliate it. We have, it will be remembered, spoken of the lines of beauty as chiefly abounding in the figure of the mother. To those unfamiliar with anatomy, or the peculiar appearance of corpses, there is much in the infant which appears unnatural, and consequently jars upon their sense of the fit and beautiful.

We may

pardon the arm of the mother's being clasped about her child, but that the child should to a certain degree reciprocate the position by clasping the arm of the mother, appears as if the artist had striven to give to death some of that grace which belongs solely to life. Nor does it help to tell us that life is but recently extinct. The idea of the work in all its beauty demands that we be impressed by the solemn mystery of death alone.

And yet to those familiar with such subjects, there is, literally, nothing incorrect in either of these attitudes. An infant, we are told, never appears so dead as a grown person, and it is even possible that a correction of this,

which to many appears an error, would in reality vitiate its truth as a representation. It is an objection which disappears on an afterthought, and compels us to admit the existence of, if not more grace and beauty, at least a greater fidelity to nature than we had at first surmised.

But in art there should be no afterthoughts. The world at large knows very little of the true position of dead infants. A work of art may have-must have many points which can be appreciated only by the learned, but there should at the same time be in it as little as possible to perplex or repel the uninitiated.

The artist should endeavour as far as possible to reconcile that which is positively true in art, with the average sense of the beautiful, as entertained by the world at large. He should never truckle to the latter-never, as he bears a conscience, sacrifice the former. As we proceed in a knowledge of art, much that once jarred our sensibilities disappears in an appreciation of the true; but how much better is it, when with nothing at the outset to unlearn, we simply keep onward in admiration. This is one of the great difficulties in art-one which many great souls have despised, but which we would in no wise condemn; nature throws no obstacle before any mind to an appreciation of her beauties, though a refined taste ever detects therein somewhat more than the careless and unthinking remark. Many an artist has died unknownmany a glorious work fallen still-born from the press from this neglect to combine that which the multitude can appreciate with the requisitions of high art. And yet this is a thing which every mind can compass, for myriads have done it-if not in one branch at least in another. Let the artist remember that his every work-like the Bible-should, figuratively, "be a stream in which the lamb can wade and the leviathan swim."

We have already asserted that all which is natural is not equally creditable, and we may with reference to certain points in the group also remark, that all which is natural is not on that account graceful. But we have also insisted-and some of the most celebrated paintings in existence bear us out-that great defects may exist in very great works, when they-the defects-do not predominate to that degree which jars upon our feelings and compel us to forget in them its higher merits. The deficiency as to grace in this production is not of that grave nature which would seriously interfere, in the mind of any one, with the enjoyment of its greater beauties.

Still it must be borne in mind by both artist and observer, that the slightest deficiency of grace in a work, which from its very subject and style is eminently spiritual, is a defect of far greater importance than it would have been in a more romantic or material production. Be it remembered that in speaking of the qualifications requisite to constitute a work of Art, we have employed the term without any adjective whatever. But when we speak of Spiritual Art, we of course include that which forms it, the principal element of which, in an objective sense, is the abstractly beautiful.

It is a common error, that of considering the Beautiful and Artistic as synonymous terms. The former is by no means an essential element in Romantic or Material productions, either of which may embody the Beautiful or its opposite, in greater or lesser proportions, to give relief and character to the opposing force. The spirit of Rembrandt's paintings, or Rabelais' writings, is not as a whole towards the Beautiful, though both are highly Artistic. Nor in the Hells of Jerome Bosch and Breughel, of Orcagna and Quevedo, or even Dante, is this the prevailing element. Our perception of it can only be touched by the most evident manifestations of order, harmony, and symmetry. It shuns all discord, all shadow, all relief. Nor should it ever be regarded as the characteristic which should as far as possible predominate in all art whatever. It is too good to govern a world by far too Manichaean for it. As long as pain and suffering, sin and sorrow exist, so long will shadows and discords retain their sway. As long as the grotesque, the fantastic, or the irregular, in any form

We can well imagine that at this point, a transcendental perfectionist would object to our assertion, grounding his views upon the absolute sympathy and blended nature of the good and the true-and not only the perfectionist, but many who follow (at a distance it may be) far humbler creeds and philosophies. They will argue, that as it is our duty in this world and in LIFE to follow the dictates of a perfectly pure, unmixed Morality, so in ART we should carefully eliminate all that partakes of the wild, the dark, the painful, or perhaps even the humorous. Granting cheerfully the first position, we still by no means admit the second. The Good and Beautiful are indeed identical-but only in their primitive archetype-the Infinite, which lies far beyond the din, and roar, and action, of the objective and created. In this world they are only second cousinsoften entirely estranged. A Doric temple, is we take it the purest exponent of the Beautiful in Architecture, yet is in itself neither moral nor immoral-in an ethical sense, neither good nor bad. Only the most intensely refined minds experience (or fancy perhaps that they experience) in beholding it, emotions of this nature. The very great majority of mankind would never be restrained in this world from committing a bad action, by the presence and influence of a beautiful object. The more intellectual would, we fear, find in the clashing incongruity a stimu

lant and incentive.

But though the Good and the Beautiful are in this world no more identical than chalk and cheese (a very respectable number of philosophers to the contrary notwithstanding), we by no means assert that the slightest antagonism exists between them, or that the one may not, or should not be subordinated to the other. And not only subordinated, but in works of a spiritual nature-as in this of Brackett's, where we are by the subject lifted above the ordinary irregularities and oppositions of life, they should be as far as possible assimilated and raised to their original primitive identity.

Spiritualism has been too much neglected by our artists. Those who have striven to embody it in one or the other form have not unfrequently disgraced their efforts by mannerism, and theatrical affectation. It demands, infinitely more than any other branch, the single effort of an intensely cultivated and thoughtful mind. If the artist do not possess this, let him become great in some other branch and think none the less of himself; for all works of Art are equal in point of dignity, to the critic who judges by the test of excellence in kind.

With this we conclude, trusting that all who may become familiar with "The Wreck," either in its present or its future condition, will see no reason to dissent from the high opinion we have expressed of its merits, or lay undue stress upon its few and comparatively trifling defects.

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SHAKESPEARE'S WORKS. The Boston edition of Shakespeare is proceeding with uninterrupted punctuality. Part XII., the play of" All's Well That Ends Well," is received. The engraving of the heroine, Helena, is very beautiful. As the edition will probably have an immense sale, those purchasers who take the numbers as they come out, will have the advantage of early impressions of the plates.

MONEY BAGS AND TITLES. Lippincott, Grambo & Co. This is one of the cleverest "hits" at the follies of the age that we have seen for some time.

THE PRINCETON REVIEW. Philadelphia: J. W. Mitchell. -This sterling periodical is always welcome to our table. We feel sure, on opening its pages, of finding at least something original and instructive. In the number now before us, there is a review of Macaulay's England, written with marked ability; another, on the relations of religion to what are called diseases of the mind, in which the fallacies of certain recent sophistries on this subject are pursued with a calm and steady logic that makes its perusal quite a refreshing intellectual exercise. Of the article on "English Diction," however, we feel constrained to say, we wish the author would practise better his own precepts. He argues very strenuously and very justly for the rights of Saxon vocables and idioms, while his own pages are crowded with words of Latin stock, and with syntax, we are sorry to say, neither Latin nor Saxon. Such an article is out of place in the Princeton Review.

THE ADVENTURES OF DAVID COPPERFIELD. By Dickens. -Part I., including one-half of this work, is now published in a cheap form by Lea & Blanchard, for 25 cts.

THE WILMINGTONS. By the author of "Norman's Bridge," &c., &c. Harpers. No. 137 of the Library of select novels. Price, 25 cents.

THE HISTORY OF PENDENNIS. By W. M. Thackeray. Harpers.-Part IV. of this work is received. It is published in handsome style, with numerous illustrations, on good paper, and in a readable type.

THE DEBTOR'S DAUGHTER. By T. S. Arthur. Peterson. -Complete in one volume. Price, 25 cents.

THE LIFE AND CORRESPONDENCE OF ROBERT SOUTHEY. This publication, just commenced by the Harpers, and to be completed in six parts, will be a most acceptable accession to our literary history. Parts I. and II., now received, carry the life of Southey forward to his thirty-first year. It is thus far chiefly autobiographical.

THE OGILVIES. New York. Harper & Brothers. Price 25 cents, in paper covers. Unabridged from the original edition.

THE LIFE OF JOHN CALVIN. By Thomas H. Dyer. Harpers. A Life of Calvin has certainly been a want in theological literature. Whether Mr. Dyer's work will fill this want, remains to be seen. It shows much learning, and a certain earnestness of manner which carries the reader along despite the somewhat rugged character of the style. The conduct of the great theologian in the matter of Servetus is handled in a way that will probably offend some of his admirers. The volume is adorned with an admirable mezzotint likeness of Calvin, by W. G. Jack

man.