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“ March 15th, 1742. if the chimney was on fire, and persuaded me to have it “ My lord, I have this day had the pleasure of receiving swept, which I consented to; and one of the chimneyyour letter and Mr Pope's, which gave me a great deal of sweepers was a little boy, a most miserable creature, withpleasure, notwithstanding all your jokes upon me.

You out shoes, stockings, breeches, or shirt. When it was over, are pleased to call me the head of the school of philosophy, I sent a servant of mine to Windsor with him, to equip this and very obligingly press me to give you opportunities of poor creature with what he wanted, which cost very little, improving yourselves. I think you may very well give me

not being so well dressed as the last privy seal.* And as I that title, since I immediately found out, that what you could not be sure the souls of these chimney-sweepers had desired of me was reasonable to think would fix me stronger come from

great men, I could not repent of their

being so in my opinion, that there was nothing so good for me as much overpaid as they were. This letter will be as long retirement; and if I could receive letters from you and Mr as a chancery bill; for I have a mind now to tell you, I had Pope, as you had leisure, I would never come to town as

a new affront from our great and wise governors. Being long as I live. In that way of conversing, I should have quite weary of stewards and bailiffs, and likewise of mortall the pleasure that I can possibly propose, without the gages, where one must be in the power of lawyers, which I disappointment when Mr Pope falls asleep, nor the dread reckon a very bad thing, I had a mind to lend some money of your taking leave because you were weary. In this way upon the land-tax, thinking that would be easy and safe, at of conversing, I can make the visits as long as I please, by least for a year or two; and as it is free to every body to reading them over and over again, and, by staying here, offer, when a loan is opened in the common way, I applied avoid all that is disagreeable to my temper in London, to lend. Mr Sandyst refused it, and said, they would not where I must go in a very little while; and when I am take my money, if he could hinder it; and the reason, I there, I shall see you sometimes, uncertainly, which is not heard from a person of consequence, he gave, was, that I a delightful thing, for I cannot be of the opinion, that had spoke ill of him. This diverted me; for it is of very expectation makes a blessing dear; I think it seldom or little consequence the loss of so much interest, for so short ever pays one for the trouble of it; but I shall always be a time as in all probability I could have it. As soon as I pleased to see your lordship and Mr Pope, when you will have fixed the day for going to Marlborough House, I will be so bountiful as to give me any part of your time. In give my two scholars notice of it, whom I had rather see answer to the honour you do me in calling me an oracle, I than any body there; and am, with the greatest truth, your cannot value myself at all upon thinking, as I did, of some

most obliged and most humble servant, that you were disappointed in, because for a long time I was

“ S. MARLBOROUGH." so well acquainted with them as to know it would end as it did; for when any of my acquaintance has to my own “ Sarah Duchess of Marlborough to Hugh Earl of knowledge done a very base thing, or a very foolish one, I

Marchmont. never imagine such people are to be relied upon. As for

“ Wednesday, One o'clock. my dear friend Socrates, I believe we have no such men in this country, and yet I am not perfectly satisfied even with choly message your lordship

sent me of poor Lord March

“ I am but just awake; and they bring me the melanreasonable at a great age, and being quite weary of the mont, which, as he has been so long ill

, I am not so much world, which could give him no pleasure, no more than it surprised at, as I am sorry; and I really think, in so discan me, than for the reasons he gives for not complying agreeable a world as this is, since the stroke must be given with his friends in going out of prison, because he died ac- that are gone, than for friends that remain after them, cording to the law. That is just as if I, if I cared to live, Your lordship will remember, that I had a great

mind should choose to submit to death, when I could escape, once to have given you my legacy, which I had desired you because the sentence was given by a majority of robbers, to accept of at my death, in my lifetime, which, I thought, who had broke the laws to condemn me; but, notwithstanding this, I like him better than any of the other therefore I dropped it; but now I hope you will not take

was not improper ; but I found you did not like it, and philosophers. As for his showing such spirits as be it ill, since I believe upon this sad occasion you may want did in the conversation, after he had taken the poison, I imagine that it was an easy death, that came by degrees; pounds, which is half the legacy; and, if you please, you

money immediately, that I offer to send you a thousand and he could talk, and died much easier than our physicians may call it so much money lent, to which I can see no treat us, when they blister us, and put frying-pans upon our heads, after it is demonstration we cannot live. I find will very much oblige me, who am, and ever shall be, with

manner of objection; and it it be of the least use to you, it you are as ignorant what the soul is as I am. But though the greatest esteem imaginable, your lordship’s most faithnone of my philosophers demonstrate plainly that, I do ful and most humble servant, think, there must be rewards and punishments after this

S. MARLBOROUGH." life; and I have read lately some of my dear friends the philosophers, that there was an opinion that the soul never died; that it went into some other man or beast. And Icones Filicum ; or, Figures and Descriptions of Ferns, that seems, in my way of thinking, to be on the side of the principally of such as have been altogether unnoticed by argument for the immortality of the soul; and though the Botanists, or as have not yet been correctly figured. By pbilosophers prove nothing to my understanding certain, W. J. Hooker, LL.D., &c., and R. K. Greville, yet I have a great mind to believe, that kings and first mi- LL.D., &c. Fasciculus X. Folio. 'Treuttel and nisters' souls, when they die, go into chimpey-sweepers. Würtz. London. And their punishment is, that they remember they were great monarchs, were complimented by the Parliament It was the opinion of Lady Mary Wortley Monupon their great abilities, and thanked for the great honour tague, after having familiarized herself with the beauties they did nations in accepting of the crown, at the same who frequented the baths at Constantinople, that were it time that they endeavoured to starve them, and were not the custom for ladies to adorn themselves in accordance capable of doing them the least service, though they gave with the poet's imagination-which means, depriving him all the money in the nation. This, I think, would be themselves of all adornment whatever in the vulgar acsome punishment, though not so much as they deserve, supposing the great persons they had been, and the condi- ceptation of the word--the beauty of the figure would tion they were reduced to. What gave me this thought of captivate before that of the face. An observation of the a chimney-sweeper was an accident. My servants, that same kind may be applied to the vegetable kingdom. It are very careful of me, were fearful that, having a fire night is the general harmony of outline, the delicacy of colour, and day four months together in my chamber, thought I the tracery of foliage, which pleases. The most glorious might be frightened, when I could not rise out of my bed, corolla will not charm in the same degree if placed upon mired by every one who has thought and feeling, but rected which had passed through successive editions withsimply of that general beauty which renders the vegetable out detection. The English has very properly been freed creation pleasant in the eyes of the general admirer. The from those violations of the grammar and idiom of the flower, in many cases, is a secondary object; and even language, which ought not to be allowed to deform the where the plant may be said to be nearly all flower, pages of an elementary work at the present day. Two something more is generally required to delight than mere Vocabularies are appended, one English and Latin, adcolour. The tulip, in spite of his gorgeous cup, is only apted to the English exercises under each rule, and inthe pet of the tulipomaniac; is he not regarded with a tended to facilitate and direct the labours of the scholar sort of half contempt by most sober people? Even the in his first attempts at Latin composition : the other, of sunflower, with his magnificent proportions and blaze of proper names, wbich is drawn up with the usual accucolour, is voted only half genteel, and rejoices himself racy and elegance of the editor ; but which might, permore in the cottage garden than in the pleasure-grounds haps, have been somewhat curtailed, without diminishing of the rich.

an ungainly stem. Let us not, however, be misunder* The duchess herself, at her evening conversations, occa- stood; we are not speaking of the peculiar beauty of sionally covered her head with her handkerchief, and was then adaptation, which may influence indefinitely any or every supposed to be asleep. She was in that state one evening, at a time at which she was much displeased with her grandson, then part of the vegetable structure, and which must be adMr John Spencer, for acting, as she conceived, under the influence of Mr Fox, whose name being mentioned, she exclaimed, " Is that * Lord Hervey: the fox that stole my goose "

# Then Chancellor of the Exchequer. † Sie in origin. The sense will be right, if the word thought | This letter must have been written to Hngh Earl of March is omitted,

mont very soon after his father's death, in February 1740.

its usefulness. Upon the whole, we can safely recomPerhaps there is no tribe of plants in the world, pos- mend the present as the most useful edition yet published sessed of more exquisite beauty than the ferns. Destitute of this long established school-book. We may add, that of flower, and exhibiting but little variety or intensity of it is printed in a very convenient form, and with great hue, their claims rest altogether upon their elegant outline accuracy and neatness. and graceful flexibility. Yet where is the individual who does not admire even our common species ? and where is

MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. the artist who does not dearly love their rich tufts as they hang like a fringe of green light over the mouth of some

TIE TWO DRAGOONS. dark cavern, or as, under the shadow of some huge rock,

From the French. they relieve the broad foreground of a moorland prospect ?

WIDE-SPREAD and luxuriant pasture fields, with cattle In the work before us, the authors have already made fattening upon them, and gentle, plump horses wanderus acquainted with two hundred species, nearly the whole ing about, or peeping through the apple-tree hedge-rows, of which have been figured for the first time. In look--the vineyards of Normandy; a sky glowing with the ing over the plates, nothing strikes us so much as the sun's rays, which seemed to relent as they slept upon the variety in the form of these beautiful and delicate plants ; verdant grass; a small hill, across which stretched a road hardly any two resemble each other, and yet there is such yellow with dust; a troop of young Normans singing a family likeness, that every one at all acquainted with merrily and out of tune as they marched along,—this is, the subject, must see that all are ferns. An equally re- as near as we can depict it, the scene which we request markable feature is the wonderful difference in regard to our reader to represent to himself. size. At Plate 17, we have a creeping species—the Tri- And yet it was no holyday—some men, hoeing in a chomanes apodum from Barbadoes not rising more than field by the roadside, stood erect from their labour to eye half an inch above the ground; while, in the forthcoming the merry band as it passed by. Their Sunday clothes part, we understand that three plates will be devoted to -their hats decked with variegated ribbons-perbaps it the illustration of a tree-fern from Jamaica, twenty-five was a marriage? There was no bride among them. A feet in height. Almost every part of the world has con- drum supplied the place of the violin : and in the middle tributed its treasures. Many very interesting species, of each bunch of ribbons was a small piece of paper with from the continent and islands of India, have been trans- a number inscribed upon it. The leader of the troop mitted by Dr Wallich and the East India Company, carried an immense cane, the only lingering remnant in whose liberality in the distribution of their collections our days of the pedantic soldatesca of the close of the cannot be too highly praised ; then we have also many seventeenth century. In short, they were conscripts species from the West India Islands, the South Sea all of them either drunk, or taking advantage of every Islands, and the continent of New Holland. A solitary village inn they met to help them onward to that state of individual from the shores of Igloolik, has been presented blessedness. “ Intoxication,” they said, " is a bad thing by Captain Sir Edward Parry; and another is a remi- for savages, wbo do not need it, because they are free; niscence of the arduous expeditions of Captain Franklin. but when the villager quits his hut and his mistress, to Some most remarkable species are from the Andes, grow- be subjected to a corporal, wine becomes useful, he caning at an elevation of 15,000 feet. A few represent the not drink too much of it." United States, Southern Africa, and the solitary Tristan Two young peasants Jagged a little behind the rest. d'Acunba. Two more fasciculi will terminate the work; One was short and slender-pale—and in tears ; the but we are glad to hear that it is likely to be succeeded other tall and stout-his hair yellow his cheeks round by another upon a somewhat similar plan, and that a and red as the fruit of his native province--his eyes large, complete Historia Filicum is also contemplated by the lively, and blue; but a slight shadow of sadness was for same gentlemen.

the moment cast over this jolly figure. He leaned toIn regard to the execution of the present work, we wards his comrade, whom he held by the hand, endeavourhave only to say, that the plates are beautifully engraved ing to console him. “Do not weep, Thibaut : what and coloured, and the descriptions every way worthy of good does it do? What have you to regret? You are its distinguished editors; than whom, with the single an orphan : and do we not march together? I do not exception of Robert Brown, we know no living botanists dislike war—nor do you either. You are young enough, of higher name, either in our own country, or upon the it is true, but you have a beart-suppose now you saw continent.

me in need of assistance! You are thinking of that girl

at Girard ? See you, she does not deserve you. There's Mair's Introduction to Latin Syntax. A New Edition, that?

I myself now, if I had but wished But what of

I had one of my own. Come, come! God save &c. By the Rev. Alexander Stewart. Edinburgh. the Emperor-King I mean--for it seems the other is Oliver and Boyd. 1831.

really dead. But we will take care to live, I warrant Mair's Introduction to Latin Syntax, notwithstanding you." the numerous competitors it has to encounter, still main- The troop had by this time halted at a little cabaret, tains its ground in our Scottish seminaries; and the ju- and every one was calling loudly for Norbert. “ The dicious labours of Mr Stewart are calculated to uphold lazy rascals,” said he, “can't laugh without my help." its popularity. The examples illustrative of the different They drunk blithely, in the open air in the dusk of the rules have been carefully revised, and several errors cor- evening : the cider sparkled, that you would have sworn He sprung

it was champaign. There were shouts, and broken any one insulted you, Thibaut?" he went on, stooping glasses, toasts, glees, and chorusses-plenty of those popu- his head, and folding the boy in his left arm. I know lar songs which are the psalms of honest men who do not wbat presentiment crossed him. “ Yes," stammered not understand Latin. Norbert was a maker of extem- Thibaut, “ the Parisian Norbert turned pale as pore songs-less rich in rhymes, it must be owned, than death. The sight of this man had been enough to make in rustic humour. Every sally of bis muse called forth him hate him ; the sound of his name full-throated laughter. Norbert was not one of those “He has struck you? Thousand have you struck who watch jealously the effect produced by his good the hound dead ? It is my fault,” be continued, stampthings, but with the tail of his eye he saw Thibaut was ing—“ it is my fault. I promised to meet you therelaughing, and he felt happy.

I broke my appointment; but do not be angry with me, The two young Normans had been drafted into a regi. Thibaut." He pressed his friend's hands; tears started ment of dragoons stationed in Alsatia. Norbert was just into his eyes. “I will avenge you.--Come."_" I must the man for this service, which is a medium between the fight him, Norbert; you must be my second, and I will cuirassiers and the light cavalry. People once spoke do my best."

"-" You fight him!” cried Norbert, shrugsligbtingly of the dragoons; but they made themselves ging his shoulders; you have not strength. I know if talked of in 1814. Nor is it yet forgotten how these old you saw me in a scrape—but to-day it is my turn. troops, hardened in the Spanish campaigns, flew to de- When we were children, Thibaut, I was your champion. fend their country, and made the northern hordes leave | I am so still, and I have a sword by my side now. You some additional carcases to fatten our fields and dogs. would not give me pain ?-Come." Norbert petitioned earnestly not to be separated from Thibaut followed him in a state of mind wbich canThibaut. “ If you do not allow us to remain together," not be described. Norbert had always a great ascendency said he to his recruiting officer, “I beg your pardon, my over him.

The young girl followed them with her captain, but I give you my word of honour, that I will eyes, no longer recognising in Norbert's altered mien her desert." The officer was young, he understood bis man, gay and gallant cavalier. He pushed swiftly on; his and Thibaut became a dragoon.

air was that of a young soldier ; not a trace of the regiOne Sunday evening, about two midnths after he had mental bravo was there. His blue eyes darkened ; his joined the regiment, he was seated beside a table in a voice sounded harshly through his grinding teeth ; bis public garden, a common resort of the soldiers. His / hand played with the hilt of his sword; the blade rathelmet was placed on the table beside a pot of beer and tled in the sheath. two enormous glasses. He waited impatiently for Nor- He entered the garden. The Parisian sat with his bert. A dragoon, known by the soubriquet of the Pari- back to him, but he recognised him at once. sian, entered the garden—a dangerous man, tierce, of before him, and, overturning the table with every thing unquestionable courage, and famous for some twenty on it, struck the soldier three heavy blows on the face. duels, all fatal to his antagonists. The Parisian marched The hand of the Parisian flew mechanically to his sword, forward, followed by two soldiers and a girl. All the but an iron grasp was fixed upon both his arms. "Listen!" tables were occupied. He advanced towards that at said Norbert.“ I am come to kill you. Make no which Thibaut was placed, and sweeping it with his noise, rascal. I am a soldier of yesterday, and know sheathed sabre, dashing beer, glasses, and helmet to the nothing of your guards and passes. But I fear you not, ground, cried," Make room for older soldiers, con- fencing-master. Nor you either,” he continued, fixing script! Do you understand me?" Thibaut, astonished his eye upon those who had been attracted to the spot by at this unexpected assault, looked at him in silence. the tumult. “ The Parisian is a coward; he has in

“ Begone!” said the Parisian, giving him a rude push. sulted a child without cause ; and you are cowards, who Thibaut hesitated, and the word “brutal”, But the allowed him to do it. Back, poltroons !" and with his other had drunk to excess; the blood rushed to his brow; left band he flung away his scabbard. and two blows resounded on the face of the young soldier. “ Come, stripling,” said the Parisian, choking with All the company turned to look at the affray. Thibaut rage, “your mustache shall not grow much longer. was no coward, but bis inexperience, his want of strength, Follow me.”_"I go foremost," said Norbert, pushing the terrible reputation of the Parisian, and the looks of him back ; you follow whither I choose to lead. mockery which surrounded him on all sides, fairly over- Choose a second-one only. I wish to kill you tête-à-tête, whelmed him. The girl had thrown herself between old rascal. My second is Thibaut. His arm is not so him and his adversary. He snatched up his helmet, and stout as his heart; but he is dear to me, and shall be rushed from the garden, but not without casting an angry

treated with respect.' -“ Tamer spirits than the Pariglance at the Parisian, not without a thought of ven- sian might have been stirred up by such taunts,” said a geance, although shame and chagrin were uppermost in dragoon to his neighbour. “ That conscript is a bird of his mind.

his own feather.” His first thought was of Norbert; he sought him on “ Be quiet, Thibaut, be quiet," reiterated Norbert, as chance, and as by instinct. At last he found him walk- they went along. “ You are a child; it is my business. ing quietly on the rampart, with his arm round the waist Perhaps I ought to have chosen an older second, but it of a strapping, handsome peasant, who laughed in chorus

will flesh you.

Never fear; I will do for him. Only with him, and, bending towards the handsome soldier, look how I shall tickle him. Holy Virgin ! should he pressed her lips to his epaulet. Heaven knows how kill me, do not send word home immediately. And if they could make themselves mutually intelligible with you meet the girl again-console her as you best may. their Alsatian and Norman jargons. Two months of We are brothers, you know-our money is in my portservice had made an accomplished cavalier of Norbert ; manteau. Get your discharge, if you can, and return to and when the cheek-pieces of the helmet enclosed his Normandy. It is a good country,” he added, with a animated countenance, the brass visor reflected the glance tremulous voice, and stopped. “I give you all that I of his bold eye, and his smile parted his young mustache, have left there." it is no wonder that he pleased the eye of a fair Alsa- “ So! It is here that you wish me to let you blood," tian.

said the Parisian, as he overtook them. Norbert anThey were laughing; and but for an occasional kiss, swered with a gesture expressive of contempt. The daytheir laughter was unintermitting. As Thibaut approach- light was about to disappear, and its last ray gleamed ed, Norbert looked up. “ What is the matter ?” he cried, upon the helmet of the young dragoon as he raised quitting the young peasant abruptly. Thibaut, weeping, from his head. The evening gale bore its black c threw himself into his arms; and this embrace moved against his cheek; but even this did not show any p Norbert more than all the caresses of his mistress. “ Has ness. After he had stripped to the waist, even the ce

searching glance of his adversary could not detect the who was known to Thibaut. “It is Norbert ; see how beating of his heart. His glance was more firm, more they have treated him.”—“ And who has done this ?" bright than ever. He was about to place himself on Thibaut dropped the body, and bounded away without guard, and was giving a preliminary flourish, when his answering. eye was arrested by the distracted air of his friend. He “ Who has done this?" muttered Thibaut to himself, as paused; Thibaut threw himself upon his neck. “ Will he ran towards his quarter. “It was I! it was the Pariyou soon have done mouthing each other ?” cried the sian! it was I! it was the Parisian !" These words Parisian. “ On guard ! coward !"

floated confusedly through his mind. Norbert drew the buckle of his waistband more tight, He entered the sleeping apartment. His comrades felt the point of his sabre, removed with his foot some were in bed. The Parisian had not returned. Thibaut pebbles which lay scattered about the ground he had plunged into the bed which he and Norbert had occupied. taken. All this he did with the utmost self-possession, He heard the dragoons speak of the duel. He heard the within two paces of the Parisian ; then suddenly spring- Parisian enter, joking with his companion ; he heard him ing backwards, he fell into his position, looking steadily lie down, and in a short time breathe deeply as if asleep. at his antagonist. A tremendous oath, and a sabre blow, Thibaut drew himself into a ball, at the head of his bed, parted at the same moment from the mouth and hand of like a panther about to spring upon its prey. The night the duellist. He was disappointed. Men of true courage seemed endless. He wept, sobbed, and writhed about the have not unfrequently a cool self-possession and instinct, wide bed like a worm. that serve them instead of experience. Norbert knew In the morning the réveille was no sooner blown, than that he was lost, if he attempted to encounter his enemy Thibaut approached the Parisian with a smile that might according to the rules of art. Taking his sabre in both have appalled the boldest. “You killed my friend like a hands, he used it like a quarter-staff, a weapon he could brave man--that is nothing but you gave me a base and use right well. The circling flashing of the blade, coward blow, and must make reparation."-" Ha, ha !" dazzled his antagonist. It was as a wheel of fire between replied the dragoon, “these days are doomed to be fatal the combatants, each point of which was a guard for the to the Normans. But go thy ways, conscript; I am not Norman, and a blow to the Parisian.

in the humour just now.”—“ You will not fight with But the Parisian was an intrepid enemy, cool and vi- me?" said Thibaut, joyfully, and turned to seek his car. gorous. He soon recovered himself, and found in the bine. If you insist upon it. Any thing to please you. treasures of his long experience resources against this new But take care. Remember the lad of yesterday.”—“ That mode of attack. Still the advantage was on the side of is the quarrel,” cried Thibaut. “ The lad of yesterday. Norbert. The duellist foamed with rage ; he looked pale, Let us begone!"- " Are you in such a hurry? Whias if his antagonist's sabre had already drunk all bis blood. ther, younker ?”—To the place of yesterday,” screamed Instead of the insulting language which used to herald Thibaut, in a voice that chilled the heart of the duellist. his attacks, nothing was heard but the grinding of his “ That is a strange fancy,” said the latter, with a vain teeth. The clash of their blades fell as incessant on the attempt to force a smile, "and thy second ?”—“ The lad ear as the gallop of a horse and in the distance was of yesterday,” repeated Thibaut. “ Come, kill me too, heard the merry noise of a feast.

or after to-day you will kill no one.”—“ Gently, gently, The combat had lasted for some minutes, growing in- it will not take long to bleed a white chicken like thee." stantly more dreadful, for the issue could not long be de- And in truth Thibaut was pale but not with fear. layed. The minutes are long, when every second is noted This time the fight did not last long. “ Your comby the clash of a sabre blow, which may give a death- rade," said the duellist, “ did not understand how to mawound.

nage a blow at the head. See how I set about it. Guard As yet, no blood had been drawn but from the Pari- your head !” It was of no avail. Thibaut only opposed sian. A large wound gaped on his left shoulder. “Enough, his left arm to the sabre, and while the keen blade bit enough!" cried his second. Thibaut was about to spring into the bone, he buried his sword twice in the belly of between the combatants, when he saw Norbert's sabre the Parisian. The sword remained in his body; he drew fall with force sufficient to cleave his foc to the chin. The it out, and turned a glance of defiance upon his conqueror. blow was warded off, and next moment he saw his friend, A first murder is horrible, even to the most unfeeling, but pierced through the heart, fall to the ground a stiffened Thibaut thought of Norbert. He assisted in raising the corpse.

dying man, but it was only to have an opportunity of The duellist leaned his back to a tree, looking intently watching more narrowly his last convulsive struggles. at his victim. Then suddenly recovering his sabre, The shock which Thibaut received from these events, which hung dangling, and dropping red blood upon the and the emotions which they excited, bas completely ground, he addressed Thibaut with a ferocious look :- changed his nature. He is himself become a duellist, and “ Coward ! if you had acted like a man, I should only formidable, but only to bullies. He is the protector of have killed a dog like you." Thibaut heard him not the young and inexperienced. His aspect is pale and The second of the Parisian forced his principal from the troubled. On account of the blood he has shed ? Oh no ; spot, saying, “ Come: all is over.” Thibaut heard him Norbert died in his defence, and he has no one to supply not. He stood motionless, with clasped hands, looking his place. intently at the spot where Norbert had stood when he first crossed swords with his enemy. He turned at last, and threw himself upon the corpse of his friend. He

EXHIBITION OF THE SCOTTISH ACADEMY. turned the body, raised it from the ground, let it fall,

LANDSCAPES. dragged it along by the arms—“ Norbert ! Norbert !” His KNOWLEDGE of colouring and grouping are the chief friend was dead, deaf, dumb, an object of terror to him. requisites in a landscape painter. Individual form goes for The young! the brave! A dog might outrage him with nothing in a finished picture, however useful a severe attenimpunity,--a child snatch the sabre from his hand. tion to it in preliminary studies may be. All details ought

Despair has strange impulses. Thibaut snatched the to be indicated rather than expressed; but, at the same time, sabre from Norbert's hand, gathered hastily his helmet, all mistiness ought to be carefully avoided. Exact porcoat, stock-every thing. He then lifted the corpse upon traits of any scene in nature, however pleasing in a sketch, his other arm. One would have thought the strength rarely make a good picture. If they are ever to be toof his deceased friend had been added to his own. Thus lerated, it is when they are taken merely as the medium loaded, he ran towards the hospital, their two sheaths through which to express some transient effect of ele- rattling on the stones as he hurried along. It was dark. mentary commotion. The artist must ever keep in view " Who goes there demanded a sentinela Norman that he works at a disadvantage, when he attempts to vie with nature,—he addresses himself to the eye alone; piece. Craigmillar from the Dalkeith Road,” (48,) while she has access to the heart of man through the “ Appin a Dhu,” (221,) “Doune Castle before a Thunderavenue of every sense. He must endeavour to compen- storm,” (287,) and “ Tarbert, a Fishing Station,” (294,) sate bis limited sphere by the exquisite perfection of his are all good pictures. There is considerable power in creations. The landscape-painter cannot address our the manner in which the swell has laid hold of the boat human sympathies but by associations-nevertheless, a in the painting last named. We beg leave to suggest to wide field is left open to him, over which he may breathe our friend the propriety of using cleaner colours. a soul of poetry. The effects of the storm-wind and the D. 0. Hill has disappointed us this year. There is thunder-cloud-the deep mystical tints of twilight the talent and feeling in most of his pictures—but he has recesses of forests, and of the eternal hills--all these, in run quite wild with his forced and exaggerated effects of the hands of a man of genius, may be made to work with colour. If he will just take the trouble to compare his overwhelming power upon the soul.

little sketch of “ The Vale of the Garry,” (260,) with Landscape-painting is in its origin, and from the ne- his large picture of the same scene, (280,) he must himcessity of its nature, an article of domestic luxury. Less self be sensible of the truth of this remark. He must fitted than representations of human form and action to take care—he is setting out in a false direction-an adorn public buildings, it is the best ornament of an error, the danger of which is increased in proportion to apartment. It reminds us, amid the din and smother of the talents of the artist. populous cities, of the freshness of nature. A good land- Ewbank has some very pleasing landscapes done in a scape is as dear to us, as familiar a household thing, as a style peculiar to himself. He is apt, however, to repeat good book. But we must turn to our artists, after thus his good things. His “ Moor land Scene,” (30,) his delicately hinting to our readers the propriety of com- “ Muirland Scene,” (47,) and his “ Ben-Nevis,” (145,) pleting the furniture of their favourite apartment, be it are all in a great measure repetitions of the same idea. boudoir or study.

A piece of deep brown, and some water in the foreground, Thomson has only two pictures in this exhibition, but and bleached hills stretching away in the distance, are they are both, and especially No. 147,--an upright com- what produce the effect in the whole three. They are, position of Inveresk Castle,-worthy of the artist. It is notwithstanding, clever pictures, particularly No. 47; deliciously cool and fresh; the water dances along, part and we merely mention this circumstance, in order to in light, part in the shadow of the overhanging trees— show Mr Ewbank the danger he runs of becoming a a shadow like that in nature which not only rests upon mannerist. “ The Mouth of the Frith of Forth” is exthe earth or the stream, but visibly inter penetrates the tremely happy. atmosphere.

The Nasmyth family may be dispatched in one brief William Simpson continues to advance. In all that paragraph, for they paint so much alike that the sentence regards the picturesque, his landscapes may now be con- passed upon one, applies to all. They are not unfresidered almost faultless. His “ Solway Moss" (167) is quently happy in their selection of subjects. In this a beautiful and daring picture. The deep-toned fore. matter they evince both feeling and judgment. But what ground, with the cows in all that enjoyment of repose, Sir Walter Scott said of the old gentleman's portrait of which these animals alone seem to enjoy in its full extent Burns, applies to the landscapes of the whole family—they -the water, reflecting a light which has deserted the solid look like nature seen through an inverted telescope. There ground--the undulating surface in the middle distance, is, moreover, no atmosphere in their world—no shadow reflecting each its peculiar effect of light and colour-the beneath their trees. distant hills, disappearing in brightness—are so harmo- We must make short work with tbe rest of our landniously and effectively arranged, as to leave nothing far- scape-painters. Somerville has a beautiful landscape, (6,) ther to be wished. Only inferior to this work is the but we shall have an opportunity of discussing the merits same artist's “ Scene in Glen-Tilt,” (46.) We have sel- of this rapidly-rising artist in a subsequent number. dom felt more pleasure than in following with our eye Barker has a clever wood-scene, (328.) Shiels has two the undulating line by which we are led from the deep really good landscapes—" The Bleaching Green,” (5,) forest shade, over the huge rock in the foreground, down and “Fawside Moss,” (19.) The sky of the latter is upon the dazzling stream, or in allowing it to rest upon excellent. the elegant trees which hang their feathery branches over the water. The two small pictures, “ Morning,” (182)

We and “ Salmon Fishers,” (302,) are also excellent.

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIO SOCIETIES OF have said that Simpson's pictures are faultless in all that

EDINBURGH. regards the picturesque. This restricted expression we

SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES. have used advisedly; for we find in them no traces of

Monday Evening, 28th Feb. 1831. that poetry which imbues every picture of Turner and

Sir Henry JARDINE in the Chair. Thomson. Mr Simpson's remaining pictures will come Present-Sir David Milne, Dr Carson, Messrs Skene, under our review in a subsequent notice.

Nairne, Gordon, Pitcairn, Maidment, G. Craig, Laing, We next turn our attention to Crawford, for he paints Macdonald, Repp, Gregory, Capt. J. E. Alexander, &c. so excessively like the artist we have just been discussing, &c., with a number of visitors. that we have ere now " mixed their pictures" as Looney THERE were presented to the Society by the Barons Mac Twolter did the billets-douz. We should like to of Exchequer, a number of Scottish and English coins, know which of these gentlemen imitates the other. “A chiefly silver, in good preservation, and a very tine and rare View on the Esk,” by Crawford, (105,) is, although un- gold coin of Antoninus Pius ;-all found in this country equal, on the whole an excellent picture. There is in at the places mentioned in an accompanying letter from the

King's Remembrancer in Exchequer. one part of it a want of atmospheric effect, which makes

There were exhibited, by permission of a Lady, who the trees upon the high bank look as near the spectator brought them from the Continent, five very fine Greek as the foreground. The distance and the sky are beau-coins of Sicily and Rhodes, two of them gold, and three tiful. The “ View near Moffat,” is a fine and spirited silver-all in the highest state of preservation ;-a number picture, executed in a style more the artist's own. of interesting Italian antiques from Rome and Naples, and

J. F. Williams is in great force this year. His." View a very beautiful and undoubted specimen of the workmanof the Solway” (55) is a harmoniously arranged picture, ship, in gold and enamel, of the celebrated BENVENUTO

CELLINI. with a fine aerial distance. “ The Bridge of Dochart”

The Secretary then read part of a very interesting paper, (118) is also pleasing. “ Windsor Castle” (130) is in by Mr D. Laing, entitled "Some Remarks upon the State à style of colouring which we have never before seen in of the Fine Arts in Scotland, during the 15th and 16th cenany of this artist's pictures there is poetry in this little) turies." We shall probably make some observations on this

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