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The Lion's head. 474 | Croly's Paris in 1813- Part the Se.
545 A May-day Dream.. 477 Lord Byron's Marino Faliero...
550 LIVING AUThors, No. V.
OLD STORIES, No. IV.
Truth not to be Told at all Times, Brief Memoir of William Meyrick,
or the Moral Enchanter...... 555 with some of his Poems ..
The Water Lady—a Legend... 556 The Old and the New Schoolmaster,
THE DRAMA, No. XVI. by Elia ...
Venice Preserved - The Duenna Verses to the Memory of a Young
- Virginius. Undine --Jane Friend
560-562 To Mary
Town Conversation, No. V. Sonnct ..
Maturin's Forthcoming Poem .. 563 Emily, a Dramatic Sketch.
Speeches of Grattan, and Curran 564 ETCHINGS OF DIFFERENT Kinds
Mr. Haynes Doge of Venice .. 564 OF Mex, No. I.
Exhibition of Engravings...
564 The Humorous Man .... 505
LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC In. Major Schill, from a Manuscript
565 Journal ..
509 On the Writings of Mr. Maturin, and
Report of Music, No. XV...
568 more particularly his Melmoth 514
Bonthly Register. Spring..
525 Abstract of Foreign and Domestic OcSonnet on the Death of the Poet Keats 526 currences...
570 TABLE TALK, No. X.
573 On Antiquity. 527 Commercial Report .
533 Works preparing for Publication The Lament.
and lately published, Preferments, The Guitar..
Bankruptcies, Births, Marriages, Haydon's Picture of Christ's Agony in Deaths, Meteorological Register,
the Garden. WITH A PLATE 537 MARKETS, Stocks, &c.....578-588
BALDWIN, CRADOCK, AND JOY.
[Entered ut Stutioners' Hall.]
An unuqual pressure of matter of a more temporary nature has compelled us to postpone the papers of several highly valued contributors. Among these are “ The Traditional Literature," and the very naïve Letter of Humphrey Nixon “ De omnibus rebus, et quibusdam aliis,"
Spes may be assured, that the fact related in the paper in our last Number, signed “ Delamore," and dated" Sackville Street," is genuine, with the exception of the name and date. It is the writer's own story.
quæque ipse miserrima vidi, Et quorum pars magna fui.
We thank I. T. C. for his hints relative to the British Gallery, and assure him that if we passed over in silence many pictures deserving of notice, it was solely because our limits would not allow us to be more diffuse. The artists will have the kindness to take the will for the deed; but I. T. C.'s letter calls for a few remarks on the present occasion.
"The Broken Window,' (4) Sharp, wants greater attention to colour and drawing, as well as nature and character in the touch. Miss Landseer's little bit of leafy luxury (10) is not yet sold. Has no discerning person eight guineas ?-Linton's fine composition (20) is in the same predicament! Out upon ye! pretended patrons of art !- We are told we should have mentioned Collins before (15) with due eulogies, but who ever thought of blaming Hercules ?'-Imogen,' and ' Miranda,' (42 and 44) Boaden, show considerable progress. Miss Gouldsmith has a clever landscape (86), and the Delineator of the Isles,' William Daniel, A View on the Thames,' (89) of course well chosen and sweetly executed. • Dead Game,' (139) Blake, is remarkable for a wonderfully characteristic touch, and altogether ranks high in its class; but when I.T.C. applies the superlative Genius' to an unpretending piece of patient imitation, he only offers another example of a vague, mischievous abuse of terms, tending to the subversion of all precision, either in ideas or speech.—Mr. Hilton has ably expressed the negative nature of shade' in his · Penelope and Ulysses.' This excellent artist will, pardon the unkind remark in our last, which was extorted from us by disappointment at seeing the comparatively insignificant situation which he occupies in the exhibition.-Mr. Bone's Boar of Calydon is very spirited, and shows a fine, true feeling for colour. The landscape part of his picture is Tizianesque ; and we know of no higher praise. We wish we could induce him to reconsider his hero, who is not heroic: the cast of Meleager in the Academy will explain our feeling. We could say a good deal on some of the most meritorious of the remaining pictures, but must be contented to give their bare titles: • Hawthornden,' (194) Nasmyth.
- An Ancient City,' (195) Hofland.- A Mill, (207) Ś. W. Reynolds.A Mill at Dunkirk,' (212) W. Delamotte, whose capital etchings from nature (4to. 2. 2s.) ought to be in every amateur's hand.-- Interior of St. Paul's,' (219) 1. Foggo. Spefforthpepper,' (241) Hayter.
Fishermen,' (253) Atkinson. - Chatelar and Mary of Scotland, (254) Fradelle.-Too much in the licked manner of Adrian Vander Werf. The expression of the queen is very elegantly conceived, but we do not admire her love-sick secretary, whose starched, unpliable costume required the tasteful management of Westall, or the admirable Stothard. * Halbert Glendinning, and the White Lady,' (271), Halls, is a worthy stride out of the common path.– A Pastoral Scene,' (272) Bone.com' A Brook Scene,' (276) Lewis. - Cleopatra,' (278) Hayter, A handsome, rich Venetian looking head.-'A Scene in Windsor Forest,' (281) Linton.• Dinant sur Meuse, (290) Arnald, ARA. is very silvery and chaste; and "A Fog clearing off," (293) Davis, deserves praise, if only for the novelty of the attempt. Of the Sculpture, it is sufficient to say, that Mr. Gott's
Jacob and the Angel,' (301) has obtained the approbation of Sir Thomas Lawrence and Mr. Fuseli; and the best thing we can do for Mr. C. Moore, is to hold our peace and say nothing. If he will give a look at the Michaëls of Raffaele and Guido, and the majestic Satans of Fuseli and Lawrence, he will, we trust, duly appreciate our silence. We had nearly forgotten I. T. C.'s complaint of our slight (as he fancies it) of Mr. Martin's perspective atchievements. We will answer this accusation by a question. Would 1. T. C. think it necessary, in reviewing a poem by Coleridge, or Wordsworth, or Scott, or Keates, to compliment them for having joined their words without violating the rules of Grammar? Now this and linear perspective, are parallel subsidiary sciences; both of them are indispensable, yet both of them are as purely mechanical as Tare and Tret, and infinitely more so than the tying on 'of a cravat.
We have received Major Parlby's Tragedy of the “Revenge," and should have noticed it, amongst our articles of Criticism, had it reached us in any reasonable time after its publication. An interval of two years, however, has somewhat dimmed its freshness; and in such a time, a literary bantling is either in the tomb of the Capulets, or able to walk alone without ou ' assistance. The following is a pretty fair specimen of Major Parlby's poetry.
E. R. will perceive by our immediate insertion of his poem, how anxious we are for a continuance of his friendship. His future communications will be most thankfully received ; and the Editor would do a violence to his own feelings, if he did not gratefully acknowledge the very kind and eloquent expressions which accompanied the promise of further contributions.
Is our friend Clarke really in earnest, when he asks us to commit such a sin against song and pun, as to propagate the following
Impromptu on hearing Miss M. Tree applauded.
That you, fair maid, appear a tree,
A multitude of bows. (boughs !)
Mr. WILLIE WINKAWAY is informed, that we shall be very happy to accompany him in his tour to Colloden next month. But is he sure that it is quite in keeping for his Scotch valet, Mʻlvor, to evince such an anxiety to return to Scotland? We shall be happy to avail ourselves of his services in every way but as a reviewer. The plan which he proposes is directly opposed to our principle. When we assume the robe of criticism, we have neither friendships nor enmities. “ Fiat justitia," is our critical motto.
A fair Correspondent deserves, and, we hope, will always receive every due consideration at our hands; but our friend in Breconshire must excuse us. Even fifteen years of age cannot render such rhymes as “ waters,” and “ meanders” tolerable. Time, however, may do much ; and there are some lines in the poem on Mrs. Siddons, which render it far from our wish to discourage so young a writer.
We know not well what to say to the “ Exiles of Damascus,”—we would not willingly hurt the feeling of an author who says he has neither spirits nor health to attempt the revision of his poem. But a poem should not appear without revision-however, we will read it again, and, if we can with justice, we should be glad to smooth the pillow of sickness by even our humble commendation.