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does not retain a single impression. vention is certainly rather common If any very charitable reader, who place; and Mr. H. has a complete, may possess Mr. S.'s edition of the disregard for hurmony of lines. The Spanish Don, would have the kind- folds of his drapery, and the forms ness to cut out the four frontispieces, of his wild plants and flowers, are and send them directed to.. Cornelius awkward and stiff: they have been, van Vinkbooms, care of Messrs. Tay- dashed in quite at random: he has lor and Hessey,' I shall be duly never thought about them: and the thankful (always provided they be effect on an eye accustomed to the not retouched); as I am, and have grace and scientific drawing of Gius, been for some time, making a collec- lio, Parmegiano, Bonasone, and our tion of engravings from Stothard, and Lawrence, Stothard, and Edward have not at present more than 800; Burney, is very disagreeable. If among which, however, are Mr. Wea- Mr. Hilton will take the trouble to thercock’s favourite series from Ro- look candidly at G. Ghisi's large print binson Crusoe, by Medland! The of Cephalus and Procris, Bonasone's smooth, spiritless, modern repetitions, Vendanges de Venus, (Bartsch, vol. with the name of Charles Heath, in xv. No. 3,) or the arrangement of Cadell's edition, I had; but have the curls in M. Antonio's Dance of since turned them out.
Children, or his large Supper from Now look up to the top of the room, Raffaëllo, he will instantly compreand tell me if the man who composed hend my objection. Whether he will Lysander, Hermia, and Puck, (27, condescend to pay any attention to Singleton,) ought not to paint a this hint, I doubt ; at all events, I thousand times better, and without have offered it with the most perfect such superabundance of manner and good-will towards him, which I hope flimsiness? One year's occasional will excuse the freedom of the style. study from the antique, from the life, Those who, like myself, have closely and from Ludovico Caracci, would observed this artist's progress, will restore all.
no doubt join me in esteeming the That is a very splendid picture of flesh of his Nature as the finest he the modest Mr. Hilton's (Nature has yet produced. Her swelling blowing bubbles); but I don't see breast palpitates. why a fine plump, young woman,
I like J. Chalon's Green-stall (144) lying under the shade of ardent sun- very much; it looks clean; there is Rowers, on the sandy margin of a such a pumpkin! as Grimaldi says. splashing fountain, and idly busied No. 145, Le Billet, A. E. Chalon, RA. in bubbling water through a reed, is of course a most fashionable look. should be dignified with the ab- ing scene: the arch expression of the stract title of Nature. However, it young lady in the black satin Spanish is not fair to try the ornamental dress is very bewitching, to my nostyle by the severe rules of the epic tions: and I wish that I had been or dramatic. With Mr. H., the sub- the lucky man, instead of Mr. Chaject is merely considered as a vehicle lon (it is a portrait); though very for contrasted postures, and effeets of likely, for my own sake, it is just as colour: of course it would be ridicu- well as it is. Heigho! but I must lous to censure the artist for fulfilling not be fickle, and forget Susanne.*his own intentions :—these intentions No. 155, The Interior of a Stable, with he seems to have completely achieved. Portraits, Agasse, is most naturally His attitudes are well chosen; his touched; and I am very glad that it grouping and chiaroscuro are pleas- has a place in this room. Howard ing, if not striking ; his drawing is has a poetical design from Spenser, correct; (I must except the face of The House of Morpheus (159); and the fair-haired child with the coronal Mr. Cooper a spirited Portrait of a of convolvoluses, which smells a little Hunter (165); the sky background of Rubens ;) the colouring at once of which outrages nature, without clean and rich, gay and harmonious; gaining effect. his lights well impasted ; his shadows In the corner stands Sir Humphry transparent; and his execution airy, Davy himself, by the President. "The yet firm-delicate, yet bold. The in- features are most scientifically and
* A picturc in the last Exhibition.
feelingly drawn; every shape is made Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, out- nothing is blurred; yet the With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, whole together is broad, light, dash- And purple stained mouth! ing, and apparently even careless. These beautiful lines, by the illWard has a Horse, brilliantly paint- fated Keats, are as beautifully emed, with great power of brush; and, bodied by Stothard, in his glowing next to it is the Eriphile, of the design of The Vintage (20), on which Keeper—a picture of much force in I must dissert a little before I leave the actions, colouring, and chiaros- the room. Danby's Disappointed Love curo. The composition is extremely does his feeling and powers of judge simple and severe, and is rather mo- ment the highest credit. The whole numental than picturesque. I think scene is completely filled with the the attitude of the traitorous wife primary idea; but, at present, this has been hinted at in the antique ; if artist may be compared to Mr. so, Fuseli has made a noble use of it. Wordsworth's poet, wanting the gift In the murky veil which only half of verse ; and his picture, to an ugly discloses the Furies pouring hot on
woman, with a beautiful mind. Mr. the chase, the acute observer will Danby has not apparently sufficient detect some admirable tones. The venerable West, by Sir Thor practice in oil colours, to paint his own
pathetic conceptions; and there are mas, is of sterling merit- the ease
but few observers who will give themand character of the attitude; the selves the trouble to hunt for beauty of breadth, richness, depth, and grand design, or invention, when the eye is sobriety; show at once the pre-emi- discouraged by a forbidding execunence of the style of Titian, over the tion. To point out particular faults, too frequent blusterings and attitudi- would be at present useless; another nizings of Vandyke. The whole
year of application will light me on length of Viscountess Pollington and my way more clearly. Leslie's May her Child (208) is a gentle and touch- Day (S) is a very cheerful, pleasing ing image of motherly tenderness; picture ; and, I believe, has enjoyed ánd, by possessing the power of ex its full share of praise, though it is citing general sympathy, deserts the rather an object for one of Janus's class of portraiture for that of his- sentimentalities, than for serious critory. It is worth a hundred of Carlo ticism--at least, I feel it so now, Maratti's Madonnas. Below this, is when I am tired to death of skipping a very pretty Lady's Head, by Pick- from one thing to another—but, if I ersgill, which would be better if it
ever meet with it again, either in had more of Lawrence's spirit, withe public or in private, I will try to do 6:1t so much of his worst manner. it more justice. There is a little too Stothard has a large repetition of much of Smirke about it in the expart of a smaller picture, exhibited pressions and postures, to please me. some years ago, and which, I fancy,
I fancy I may now proceed to the is engraving as a companion to the anti-room, where I find a very clever Canterbury Pilgrims. It represents group, by Linnel-Lady Torrens, à selection of Shakspeare's charac- and Family. It is unequal; but parts ters, from As You Like It, Lear, are drawn with great skill and
preMacbeth, and The Tempest, together cision; witness the fore-shortened leg with Falstaff. It has, of course, of the fine vigorous little creature on great beauties; but wants fire, both its mother's knees. The girl with in the conception and execution. Mi- the pallet is a most interesting figure; randa is innocence personified; and and the cast of features, hair, &c. the group of Lear and Cordelia is reminds one not a little of Leonardo, worthy of the artist's ancient name; or Luino; who, I shrewdly suspect, but the Macbeth is feeble, mean, and
are as great favourites with Mr. L. mannered; which latter fault per
as they are with me. Look at his vades the whole picture.
charming portrait of Mrs. Brooks O, for a draught of vintage ! that hath been the tone of his flesh is too low to
(307), and tell me if I am not right. Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora, and the country green, appear with advantage by the side Dance and provençal song, and sun-burnt of Phillips, Jackson, and Owen ; omirth!
therwise, I think his principal work O for a beaker full of the warm south, should have had a place in the School
of Painting, at least: Pickersgill's are vigorous and true; the whole conXlorning (340) might have made ception harmonized with a poet's way; or Mrs. Annesly's Mistake, en- power; that is, every thing about it titled Satan, &c. Martin's Revenge tells the same story; it is pregnant (379) would furnish matter for a with good sense (a great scarcity in very poetical article, but I must be modern art) and good feeling—it is a brief; therefore briefly, Mr. M. if moral picture; it holds the mirror you value your own fame, brush out up to the world, and shows the the whole of your frittered, shingly, horrid deformity of its cold-blooded gaudy foreground, together with prejudices. We are all of us acting those execrably executed figures – the part of this Old Lord Luxury in put it in again in a broad massy se- his easy chair, every day, and are not vere style, so as to set off the sub aware of it, in spite of Tom Jones lime distance, and you will have and Mr. Stephanoff. I shall see the achieved a work to live in the recol- better for this couching as long as I lections of our posterity, when not a live; so, I trust, will many more of uş. thread of your canvas remains. Do This is being really a painter, not a not despise this advice, because the mere ornamental colourist like Mr. giver is unknown to you; it comes
****. I have not time to point from the greatest master of effect out all the variety of intelligence that ever lived, Rembrandt van Ryn! which is combined in this little picand, for a proof of my assertion, I ture; but I think that our Elia would refer you to his Jacob's Dream, in manage it beautifully let me sugthe Dulwich Gallery; or his large gest it to him. I must, bowever, beetching of the Three Crosses ; from fore I go, compliment Mr. S. on which you will practically learn how the extreme modesty, freshness, inmaterially terror is increased by ob- nocence, and beauty, of the girls scurity. This is a truism ; never- head; a fair young rose froin a theless it seems quite new to Mr. drooping stock. I never saw a more Martin. S. W. Reynolds, jun. ap- interesting countenance.
He was pears to possess talent; therefore, I am quite right in making her handsome, sorry he does not strive to imitate which is just as probable as that she nature, rather than the manner of Sir should be the reverse; besides, his Joshua's faded pictures. This is not object was to strike at once on the the way to rival his great namesake, sympathy; and beauty in distress but it is the way to draw on him a will always excite pity, where deforrepetition of the contemptuous clas- mity will create disgust!-There is sification, which confounded among still great room for improvement in the servile crowd the names of Sal- the mechanical parts, especially mela viati, Leandro Bassano, Baroccio, lowness of touch, and surface ; but, Alessandro Mazzuolo, Jordaens, these difficulties being overcome, Bramer, Flink, and Eeckhout. See Mr. S. will find himself at once in a Reynolds's Works, Sixth Discourse. higher rank than the delineators of Over the door, we have a Hebe ! by bitten apples, cut fingers, and all the a gentleman of the name of Stroeh- loug list of the results of mere dililing; and, I think, it can be safely set gent observation and patient imitadown, without flattery, as about the tion of objects intrinsically worthless, worst thing in the Academy. The and devoid of the genuine elements President's West, and this, are the al- of either humour or pathos. I hope pha and omega of modern portrait. that Poor Relations is sold—if not, Cat Grove, with the Winter Night's allow me to say, that 1501. could not Fight between the Gamekeepers and be better laid ont by a patron of art, Poachers (435, H. Corbould), has a than in the purchase of it. This is great deal of merit-so have Nos. entirely my own valuation. I never 366 and 421, by the Bones. Lane's saw Mr. S. in my life, and have no Portrait of Dr.
(427) is sort of communication with any one not only well painted, as becomes a belonging to him ; but I have casulate pupil of Lawrence, but abso- ally heard a very high character of lutely more like than the original. him for industry, and for struggling
Poor Relations, by Stephanoff, most worthily for fame and a livelievinces very great and deep obser- hood, under truly disheartening cirvation of nature. The expressions cumstances. To this moment, I be
lieve, he has never met with any Sea in the Bay of Biscay (an admithing like adequate reward. If this rable composition), Stark's View near be true, I need say no more to an Norwich, and The Quarreling Scene beEnglishman. Perhaps an effectual tween Sampson and Balthazar, Romeo way of serving the artist, would be and Juliet, by the improving Briggs. by causing a good engraving to be Most of these demand a much longer published at the risk of such indivi- notice than my limits will allow; but duals as may choose to enter into a I regret the omission the less, as they subscription for that purpose, the are all able to stand by themselves profits to be handed over to Mr. S. without my feeble props. I promise I am too much occupied, and my myself the pleasure of recurring to name is too obscure, for me to appear those of Fuseli, Stothard, Daniel, and as a leader in this scheme; but what Etty, at some future period-till I can, I will; my ten guineas (and I when, I bid farewell! wish they were twenty) are ready CORNELIUS VAN VINKBOOMS. when called for; and one line to Mr. June 18. Fine Arts, care of Messrs. Taylor and Hessey, shall produce them in the
P.S. Dear me! I've quite forgot course of two hours from receipt of the Masonry! notice.
Several excellent pictures still hang P. S. 2dus. Mr. Elton will have on my hands; among which are the goodness to accept my sincere Stothard's Vintage, Callcott's Dover thanks for his unexpected compliance Castle, Etty's gorgeous Cleopatra, with my wish. I take his compliClint's Scene from Lock and Key, the ment, addressed to the Editor, all to sketch (Jealousy) by the unwearied myself, I assure him. Could he not Keeper, the Landscapes of Sir G. afford the public some more selecBeaumont, Cooper's Decisive Charge tions from Nonnus, or his favourite of Cromwell at Long Marston Moor, Apollonius? I suppose that Mr. E. Phillips's Lady Harriet Drummond, has seen the note prefixed to some Captain Hastings's Storm off the selections from his Musæus, in the Cape, the beautiful works of Mr. preface to Marlowe's Hero and LeanConstable, W. Daniel's tremendous der, edited by Mr. Singer.
And felt my heart secure;
Last evening, on the moor.
His suit he urged to move,
How sweet it was to love.
The dropping dews to shun;
I deem'd it kindly done.
As o'er each stile we went,
And manners to consent.
He sigh’d, but kiss'd me not;
But did not say for what:
And though it gently press’d,
LETTERS FROM EDINBURGH.
To Dr. L. M. Allan, Mortimer Street, Cavendish Square, London.
Edinburgh, June, 182). MY DEAR Doctor,—You will The striplings call me Crockery, (a think it strange, but it is neverthe- personage who has travelled North às less true, that I am growing tired of well as East,) and affect to join in my this place;- the charm of novelty groans over the alterations of the Rehas faded, and, as if in revenge for gent Bridge, County Hall, Jail, Nelthe preferable hold of my feelings son's Monument, &c.; and, if the which I allowed it to take at first, truth were told, I have my private my old associations are now rising lamentations over every one of these thick about me, in all the bitterness stupendous works: they led to the of retributive infliction. Your last demolition of many places which letter helped greatly to aggravate events endeared to me, and to one their severity; and, in spite of all which is interesting to almost all our laughing at the sentimentalists, Europe,—The Heart of Mid Lothere are times when we ourselves thian,-which, woe is me, I was too would be justly the objects of our late to get a last look of; I have, own ridicule. You pretend to scout however, possessed myself of a snuffmy lachrymose account, as you call box made out of its door. Now if it, of the desolation of almost every these railers would step to the East spot of ground where the happiest Indies for a dozen years or so, and, moments of our lives were passed; upon their return, find their Amand I am glad you pretend it, for, brose's, Royal Hotels, and other places God knows, although nobody will of modern resort, demolished for the accuse me of an undue participation sake of a bridge or a tolbooth, of in the cant of sensibility, particularly which they never felt the want, they of that arising from boyish recollec- would understand how an alteration tions; yet, I should never have the may be lamented, although it is a regard for you, my dear Allan, which visible improvement. This subject you know I have, if I thought you would lead me into an endless disquiutterly dead to what, with all our sition,-it seems to me (without sneers, we must admit to be our na- having considered it deeply) that it tural feelings.
is the same principle that makes the What is less strange, though un- old man the laudator temporis acti; fortunately equally true, is, that the time, in his case, effecting what abplace is getting tired of me:-My sence and change of circumstances friends seem to have done with me: have done in mine. now that we have necessarily ceased to When one reads and hears of the interest, or rather to excite the feel- unparalleled improvements made in ings of each other, by remembrances the whole construction of Edinburgh, of the past time, we drop into the during the last twenty years of the insipid moi tony of a time, which, eighteenth century, one would think to both parties, is, indeed, the igno- it impossible that there could be any rant present: I have no pursuit or improvement in the first twenty years interest in common with those in of the nineteenth; just as in the whose friendship I have had, and world at large, we cannot imagine have, a high place; and we drawl what there is at this time to be imalong together, each wondering at proved, discovered, or invented; and the outrè subjects that engross the yet we have only to compare two peattention of the other. I cannot get riods, to be abundantly satisfied, that one of them to understand why I neither the world, nor Edinburgh, have a feeling of regret for the de- has stood, or will stand still. What mise of Johnnie Dowies, and why I changes in manners, even after their would now rather have had a bottle total new cast in the twenty preof the real Younger in his coffin, than ceding years !—what extension of inwallow in the best Maraschino and tercourse! Here, for example, twenChateau-Margot of the Royal Hotel. ty years ago, it was much more rare