The Lawyer, a Picture, in two Cantos 148 The Buccaneer, a Tale ... 156 161 167 To the Sun. By Bernard Barton.. 168 Song to Twilight.. The Tyrol Wanderer ...... 172 | TABLE TALK, No. XI. On a Land- Report of Music, No. XVIII. Ma- TELLIGENCE.. ........ Monthly Register. Abstract of Foreign and Domestic Oc currences. Agricultural Report 184 196 202 205 209 213 217 Works preparing for Publication With an Etching, by Mr. George Cook, from Mr. Hilton's Picture of NATURE BLOWING BUBBLES FOR HER CHILDREN. LONDON: PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY. [Entered at Stationers' Hall.] THE LION'S HEAD. We are enabled to fulfil our promise (a great grace in a periodical editor), by giving in our present Number a very spirited Etching from Mr. Hilton's picture of Nature Blowing Bubbles for her Children. This Sketch will convey to the reader a tolerably good idea of the free outline, the rich grouping, the laughing spirit of the picture itself; but the bright and warm colouring, which to us seems the great charm of the original, cannot be conveyed. We had intended to have written a description of this allegorical work of art, but the essence of what we could say would be found in the old line-" Men are but children of a larger growth;" and we, therefore, leave this line to tell the tale. Nothing can be worse than Mr. Hilton's choice of a motto from Crabbe's works. Crabbe's poetry and Hilton's painting are certainly not sister muses. We have been favoured with some verses on the subject, from one of our contributors, which strike us as being very apposite, but we must abstain from giving more than the first stanzas: I. "Beauty is Truth, Truth Beauty,"—and the blend Of both comes on us like a prophet's dream,- To visit man, and whisper to his eyes. There's not a page of landscape but doth scem II. So eyes are charm'd, and hearts are gently school'd, By leaving bubbles to the lesser boys. The space which the account of the Coronation occupies in this Number obliges us to postpone the insertion of several papers. At the same time we must announce, that some former contributions are deferred sine die. Napoleon Buonaparte's death will surely be the cause of ours. Will the reader believe that we are up to our middles in mourning verses? What can be said to an ode beginning, "High General, Mighty Emperor, Eagle vast!"-Or to lines containing the following: "France's thunder now is dim!" We have elegies enough to paper all the tenements in Saint Helena, and should be very glad to contract for furnishing linings to any respectable builder of bonnet boxes. The lines by "A Student of the Inner Temple" are received:-Curia advisare vult. We are pleased with R. W.'s translation from Ronsard, and request him to give us a selection from that delightful poet. A. A.'s "Walk from Highgate," may "go to the place from whence it came." A note has been sent to E. at the post office as requested. She shall hear from us respecting the subject mentioned in her postscript in the course of a week. T. T. (not T. T. T. but a more unlettered personage) will never suit us. His poetical portrait of Mr. Kean is the veriest daub we ever looked upon. We were sitting at one of his own initials when his packet arrived, and it totally ruined our Bohea. Our Correspondent from Doughty-street will find an answer at our publisher's-addressed to him by the initials subscribed to his letter. Arthur's paper is pleasant, and, if he will allow us to prune, we will certainly print. D. not in our next. S. is angry at our rejecting his "Character of the People, after the Manner of Swift." He asks us if we have ever read Gulliver.-Has he? We recommend him to have his paper printed at the Lilliput press, which would be more suitable to the magnitude of his thoughts. Servanüs.-B. Y.-Percival.-A.--Henry, and Truth, must bear a refusal. Lion's Head feels its temples throb at having to reject the offering of such kind Correspondents; but the public is remorseless, and is more dainty than even Lion's Head at feeding-time. |