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trappings of vanity, than that growing fascination which re- Burke, Sheridan, and Fox. The age of Pigmies and the sults from regarding purity, and those bewitching propor- || age of Giants. And who'd have thought it, Mr. Hardtions which constitute beauty, and makes us idolatrous. castle. The mighty mover of this vain glory, for whom
" There is a determination in the outline of Vandyck, || the whole world atlorded scarcely breathing room, now Titian, and Rembrandt, which leaves no doubt of their ca stretched in eternal silence, within a dark chamber six feet pacity to effect whatever nature and truth presented to || long. Democritus laughed at these sort of strange doings, their contemplation; and yet that contour is so cunningly and why may not you and I. and masterly wrought, as to be palpable without being MAN PROPOSETH and God DISPOSETH.-Now that I am coarsely edged with a line, which is too much the fault of | upon the subject of the ambitious, little, mighty, creature, Mr. Romney; but the portrait painters among us are dash- || let me tell you what has happened. ing and indecisive from ignorance ; they copy the worst | Know then, (but I'll be bound you know it already) that parts of Sir Joshua Reynolds, who, with all his merits, was || four blocks of the choicest marble, provided by the Grand happy to be slovenly, when it was not possible that he could // Duke of Tuscany, had been procured by the desire of the be perfect. Mr. Hoppner participates in this viciousness | still grander Emperor of all the French, to be formed into of style in a very lamentable degree.
a magnificent vase, on which was to be carved the mighty " That artist who begins his labour, with colours of a || victories achieved to his glory. gaudy tendency, may be compared to an indifferent vocal | The emperor was vanquished, and died a prisoner to performer, who commences his song in a key too high; and || England! the consequence with both will be, that neither can ade- || These very blocks, so it has pleased the great Dispenser of quately fulfil the purposes of their undertaking. If I had || all things, have been presented to our sovereign by the a young man, of apparent genius, under my tuition, I would Grand Duke of Tuscany,-they have arrived, and are now carefully hide from his observation the productions of mo- | in the hands of a British sculptor, Mr. Westmacott, who dern artists, and make him study only from the more ex- || is employed by the king, in converting the marble into a cellent of the old masters, who scarcely ever used any other || vase-But, to be carved with groups, which will commemothan earthly colours, which possess an inherent property, || rate the glory of Great Britain, on the plains of Waterloo ! or power to withstand the test of time and the elements. Gillray's works, however, whether taken up in jest or
" In the pictures annually exposed to sale, as imported || earnest, afford a special good theme for the pen, Mr. Edifrom the Continent, we bave, to use the jargon of the dea- || tor, and I should like to see the thing cleverly done. lers, the first thoughts and the second thoughts of eminent || _You have put in print, what I sent you of Humourous men; that is, such primary exertions of the mind, as were || Designers. I am not sure whether the last on the list, this hastily committed to canvas, to be surveyed and approved said Gill, had not more talent than the whole lively fraterby the artists, at leisure; but our British professors can nity together, Hogarth only excepted; who be it always seldom have their works thus characterised, as in whatever | borne in mind, was not a caricaturist, although a designer light their productions may be viewed, they are assuredly ll of humour, best, beyond all comparison with others, before unintluenced by sentiment, and innocent of thinking," or since his day.
Hogarth did not exaggerate. There is not a male or female face, in his voluminous designs, but what is true to
The glaring eye, the preposterous nose, the blub
ber cheeks, the lantern jaws, the cod's mouth, the walking ARTISTICAL SCRAPS.
straws, and human oddy-doddies of all the successors to this great moral painter, are scaramouch inventions, mere
pantomimic art, compared to the superior drama of his To the Editor of the Somerset House Gazette.
Yet Gillray, however, drew with wonderous spirit, and SIR,
etched with marvellous freedom, although he was no painSo I perceive there is a re-publication of the Caricatures || ter-he was only a caricaturist, a burlesque designer, and of Gillray, on a diminished size, but in another shape, viewed in that light, indubitably the greatest genius in the namely that of a book, with descriptions historical, politi history of the art. cal, and humourous. So far-so good, provided the said How gloriously he designed that series of plates, exposing descriptions be not bad.
| the atrocities of the leaders of the French Republic. Then, I have wondered a thousand times, to speak within com what a magnificent thought, to seat the Heaven-born minispass, why this had not been hit upon before, for I guess, as | ter upon the canopy of the Speaker's chair, his feet on the Jonathan would say, that it is almost a day too late for the floor of the House of Commons. A mighty political Cofair; as many of the localities which gave birth to these
at cup and ball with the world graphic waggeries, must now be fished for in the stream What could surpass the haughtiness with which he perthat is nearly dis-embogueing itself into the vast sea of | sonified Pitt, or the comicality which pervaded the phizzes oblivion.
of those who were opposed to his ministry. No one ever Hogarth had a host of illustrators. Walpole, Gilpin, described motion more effectually,-witness, the terrified Nichols, the Irelands, Samuel and John, though John stands || opposition flying out of the senate house. They out-speed first upon the record, who advertised himself, not Sam. Il the wind, and run as if the prime minister, with a thousand Trusler too, another commentator-but he MORALISED the | legions of devils were at their heels. Fox, I swear by all man.-Vide “ Hogarth Moralised.".
the saints in the calendar, is scudding at the rate of a comet What, if you and I, my moral Editor, were to lay our || at least, and the others are dragged in his tail. learned wigs together, and set to work to moralise Gillray! Then, there was the Apotheosis of General Hoche, and What a field for fun. The more serious, the more laugh twenty others, specimens of sublime bombast, such as able. That is sure enough! a fool would say ;-But no no mortal ever dreamed before. But that wicked ApoSir!-I know not a subject more prolific of matter for mo theosis of old Alderman Boydell, was a blot in the esrality-a theme more meet for moralising ! Sir, it is big cutcheon of Master Gillray-an act for which he should with events,-mighty in import, and-to make short work || have done a thousand years of penance. of it, for I hate prosing-as good a case for mouthing bom- || Can it be credited, that this genius could lend himself to bast as any on record.
la party to libel the “ Worthy Alderman, sacrificing the Were not all the world concerned in the drama' all the fine arts, at the altar of Plutus?" Him, who did more for Mighty Kings, all the Petty Princes, Buonaparte, Pitt, || the fine arts of his country, the thrice munificent old com
mercialist, than all the lords in the land! But who is to painter. These branches of painting formerly uniting in hold faith in the honor of a hireling satirist!
the same concern. Mr. Ralph Kirby, father of Mrs. TrimWhen Hogarth had completed his whole length likeness mer, the author of the book of perspective, and who taught of that venerable philanthropist Captain Coram, and pre the late king to draw, when Prince of Wales, was of the sented the picture, said to be his best portrait, to add to same profession. handicraft, or calling. So was Thomas the collection of art in the committee-room of that hospital Wright, of Liverpool, who painted that sea piece, so beaufounded at the instance of the Captain, a vagabond scrib tifully engraved by Wollett. Certain living painters, bler in his Scandalizade, a satire, published in 1749, ridi whom I could name, early in life pursued the same branches culed the performance, beginning with,
of painting, who now make great and distinguished figures
in some of the higher departments of modern art. Lo! old Captain Coram, so round on the face,
Charles Corbett, at the sign of Addison's Head, in Fleet And a pair of good chaps plump'd up in good case,” &c. Street, was one of the convives of the Hogarth club. He
published a pamphlet on the Industrious and Idle ApprenWeaver Bickerton, who lived in Temple Exchange Pas tice, which masters used to present to their apprentices at sage, Fleet Street, was a noted publisher of humorous || their respective halls, on the day of signing their indenprints. He retained some scribblers who used to write | tures. verses to his plates, for a hot supper, part of a bowl of punch, and half-a-crown. That entertainment being the stipulated price for an afternoon's work. What roaring doings marked the midnight conversations at Weaver
TO THE Bickerton's.
You have mentioned in some of your lucubrations, Mr. || EDITOR OF THE SOMERSET HOUSE GAZETTE. Forrest, the lawyer, who lived in the Adelphi; he who went on the expedition to Rochester with Hogarth, Scott,
SIR, the marine painter, Tothall, and others. I have lately | Very recently being invited to dine with a retired comdiscovered what I had in vain endeavoured to find before, | mercialist, a few miles from town, who has many years inthat it was this waggish lawyer wbo wrote the famous dulged in the delightful pursuit of collecting prints, I Cantata, in which is introduced, “ O the Roast Beef of || drove thither some hours earlier than the rest of the party Old England," which accompanied the print of Hogarth's invited, in company with a professioual artist, to turn over “ Gate of Calais." It had been ascribed to Garrick, and I some of my old friend's portfolios. still do venture to think, Master Roscius had a hand in it. | I was really surprised, and not a little ashamed before I
This cantata was first published by R. Sayer, in Fleet | had proceeded far in the collection, to find so many fine Street, whose sign was the Golden Buck; and J. Smith, a l specimens of modern engravings of the English school, with crony of the painters, who out of respect, set up his sign, most of which I was unacquainted, or at least had only The Hogarth's Head. Smith lived in Cheapside.
heard them occasionally mentioned, in my intercourse with Old John Boydell, when he kept an engraver's shop, artists, whose company I have always courted, though from lived at the sign of the Unicorn, at the corner of Queen circumstances, I have not frequently mixed in their society Street, nearly opposite his late residence, now Messrs. of late years. Hurst and Robinson's.
You will not I hope, think my observations impertinent Boydell was an engraver-a very so-so artist. I have all then, after this confession ; for although I have been but pair of small prints by him, engraved in the line manner, || little among the arts for a long season past, time was, when from pictures by the younger Teniers, and I lately saw a I was known at all the print sales, and was myself no nigprint engraved by him of a View of Wandsworth.
gardly collector. He was a lucky wight to take to print selling, and to quit I look back with pleasure to former days when old Mr the profession of art-and it was no less fortunate for Greenwood used to hold his print auctions by candle-light, artists and the arts, that he was so indifferent a performer, and have a perfect recollection of his good humour, and upfor, it was owing to his commercial enterprise that English || right dealing. I well remember too, a number of artists
ints became ar portant branch of export trade e, which and amateurs who constantly attended his room, to purraised the consequence of our native school of calcography. || cbase etchings of the old masters for themselves and So you may perceive, Mr. Editor, that a miserable stick of || friends. an artist may have quantum sufficit of talent to make a Those sweet landscape scenes by Both, Berghem Swanmighty figure on Chanse_Or in other words, that he that ll neveldt, Adrian Vandeveldt, and Waterloo, which are so had not genius enough to make a sixth rate engraver, bad familiar to you and to many of your readers, were sure to wit enough to fill the civic chair!
excite competition among the bidders; yet there was so Old Catton the coach painter, had an excellent knack much kindness and good will prevailing among the collecfor humourous design. The Margate Packet by him, pub- | tors of this period, that it rarely happened that a lot exlished about the year 1786, was a very clever composition, || cited the least dispute. . and etched with much spirit by himself.
Old Parsons, as he was called, and young Bannister, the Coach painting up to the period of his day, was consi celebrated comedians, were both collectors and amateur dered a very reputable profession. The coachmakers used | artists: the latter way considered an excellent judge of to send their coach and chariot bodies, to these artists, prints. Rowlandson the humourous draughtsman, and his (who had their own spacious lofts,) to be painted. Mr. || friend and patron Mr. Mitchel the banker, of the firm of Charles Catton I remember well-he lived in Gate Street, Hodsols, were also frequenters of this evening rendezvous Lincoln's Inn Fields, in very good style, and left his son, ll of artists, amateurs, and connoisseurs. who followed the same business, a handsome fortune.
But to return. I was surprised indeed to see the Fast Mr. Gwynne too, another respectable coach painter, J. accumulation of modern prints, collected by my friendrecollect residing in Long Acre. He had his own painting all created since the period I have named, and the far lofts, and had acquired some reputation as a painter of greater part of them by established artists now, many of marine subjects. The elder Catton, as you doubtless whom were then not born, and the oldest of the number at remember, was one of the first Royal Academicians, on the most were only boys, whose professional pursuits could not founding of our Royal Academy of Arts.
then have been determined on. I could not help obseryMr. Robert Dalton, keeper of the pictures to our late ing, with an involuntary sigh, on this occasion, “ I have sovereign, was apprenticed to a coach, house, and sign seen all of the old school out, and this new school has sprung up and arrived at maturity, even since I became a | the press, during the reign of King George the Third, that man." Yet, these changes have taken place, Mr. Editor, ll the late President of the Royal Academy fell under the lash and your respectful correspondent has only within the Il of the two most unprincipled satirists of the age, both men present harvest moon, entered the year of his grand of wit, and the least of the two, a man of no mean talent. climacteric.
Mr. West was patronised by our late sovereign. That was After dinner, the conversation naturally turned into the the crime of this renowned artist, and Peter Pindar and channel of the arts, as you may suppose, when one of the || Anthony Pasquin, traitors at heart, attacked the royal party observed, “ Is it not strange that we have no engray patron, through the painter whom he so graciously paings from the marine pieces of Callcott ? We have just now tronised. turned over this tine collection from the sea pieces of Tur These malicious libellers, supported Sir Joshua ner, and none from the works of his ingenious compeer! || Reynolds, it is too evident, less from admiration of his How happens this?”
talent, than from the circumstance, that he did not appear The same question had frequently been uppermost in my l to be a favorite with the king. Hence, Sir Joshua was conthoughts: judge then how pleased I must have been to stantly exalted by these critics on painting, at the expence learn from a landscape painter present, that a series of en- ll of Mr. West. gravings from his finest pictures of this class has been pro Sir Joshua however, thought and expressed his opinions jected, and that Mr. George Cooke, of Hackney, the very differently of his great compeer: he held the profesbrother of Mr. Cooke, of Soho Square, is to engrave them. sional talent of Mr. West in the highest esteem, and conI further heard that a line engraving of large dimensions, sidered him to be decidedly the first historical painter, since from the Rotterdam of Mr. Callcott, is already in a very ll the times of the old masters. advanced state by the hand of this very eminent engraver. But even if Sir Joshua had not thought highly of
I know not of all the living painters of the English || Mr. West's talents, or bad chosen, thinking well of them, school, one whose works would afford subjects for prints in to have suppressed his opinion; even then, there are those the line manner, superior to the marine pieces of this very ll equally competent to judge upon the subject, who would superior artist. I am not prone to provoke comparison with have maintained their own sentiments, and have proclaimed the merits of the living and the dead: yet, as it is still too Mr. West the best painter, in his department, of the much the prevailing fashion to praise the talents of those age, and in some essential points, equal to those of former who are gone, at the expence of those who are yet among | times. us, I will offer a remark or two in this strain.
In Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine for August, is an I have heard over and over again, amidst the genuine | article entitled, “ NORTH AMERICA, Peculiarities, State praises bestowed on the work of Mr. Calcott, at the public Il of Fine Arts, Painting," in which is an account of North exhibitions and elsewhere, certain connoisseurs mention || American artists, obviously written by some one wh Cuyp, with a significant shrug, accompanied by observa no partial feelings for the memory of Mr. West. I flatter tions which too evidently implied the uneasiness of these myself to be free from prejudice in estimating the merits of illiberal gentry, who sicken at the honours achieved by every man of talent, whatever department of the art he may contemporary genius of our own school of art.
have practised, and with this feeling cannot assent to the Now, Sir, I will venture to aver, that neither Cuyp, nor aspersions therein bestowed upon the fame of this venerable Vandevelde, nor Backhuysen, nor any master of the Dutch | painter. or Flemish school, ever produced marine compositions | The writer says “ He (Mr. West) had great power; and combining so many pictorial qualities, with that truth and a reputation much greater than he deserved. His fame perfection which are manifest in the works of this English will not encrease! it will diminish,” following, with artist. I have seen almost all the finest specimens of these observations that cut down his well-earned reputation to renowned masters. I have ever felt and admired the at- | that level becoming only an ordinary painter. mospheric beauty and transparency of Cuyp: the pure day It is a great misforturie for the professors of painting, that light and exquisite execution of Vandevelde; and I equally so many among the professors of literature, who can write admire the rich compositions and picturesque character of || so admirably upon most subjects, will write so presumptuBackhuysen, but yet, I have seen none of their works so lously upon certain matters which they do not sufficiently completely wrought up to the true scale of pictorial feeling understand. And it is a like misfortune for the public, that as certain of the superb marine compositions by our coun- ll they can be persuaded by the artful assortment of
uage, tryman and contemporary Callcott. As subjects for en the satire, or the abuse of the pens of these witty writers, gravings, they outstrip all comparison by innumerable de to surrender their own judgment, so entirely to their guidgrees, with any marine pieces by the old masters; and a ance. set of prints, worthy of his pictures, would be considered I will not ascribe these deficiencies to the writer of these an invaluable addition to the portfolio of the true con- | articles; on the contrary, much of the criticism is sound noisseur in every region of the globe.
and just. But I am not ignorant of the certain fact, that many who write with great elegance of diction, and with a flow of scientific terms upon the fine arts, and painting in
particular, who publicly criticise with a boldness which the TO THE
best judges of these matters would shrink from, who yet,
will privately assure you that they know little or nothing EDITOR OF THE SOMERSET HOUSE GAZETTE.
Mr. West is herein very unjustly censured, as I think
you will perceive. The remarks on Mr. Leslie's “ Sancho I would fain discover, but know not with certainty how before the Duchess," may be tame enough, but I cannot to set about it, why it has been the fashion to make, as it perceive any symptoms of tameness in the picture. And as should seem, every allowance for the defects in the paintings ll for Stewart, he is over-r
is over-rated in about the same ratio that of the first President of our Royal Academy of Arts, and Mr. West is depreciated. none for those of the painter, who succeeded to that chair! It is the curse of painting, sculpture, and architecture, which he had filled? Why the memory of Sir Joshua that the self-elected critics on these arts, are such bigots Reynolds, is to be ever acquiring an accession of fame, and || to their rules, that they cannot issue sterling, unadulterated that of Mr. West's is to be everlastingly curtailed of the ho praise: it must be alloyed with some censure to impose nours that are equally due to his posthumous renown? || upon the world their superior knowledge of the subject
It may be numbered amongst the greatest atrocities of || which they criticise.
NORTH AMERICAN ARTISTS.
examination. When Mr. Galt, in his “ Life of West,” had the courage to say, no matter on what authority, that the
first essay of Master Benjamin was in painting the portrait In painting, the Americans have made a surprising pro
of a child asleep, and smiling, and that he succeeded in ficiency; surprising, not only by comparison with what
making a likeness, he did more to injure the substantial, they have done in every other department of arts; but sur- || fair reputation of Mr. West, than his bitterest enemy (11 prising, (if we consider their numbers, infancy, and want of
and want of | Mr. West ever had an enemy) could have done. encouragement,) when compared with what we ourselves have done, or any other people, during the same period. But then, the most celebrated of these American printers
TRUMBULL, HISTORICAL AND PORTRAIT PAINTER. have been educated in this country, and some of them have | Mr. Trumbull is an American. He studied, however, been born here.
and pursued his profession for a long time, in this coun: The following are the names of those who have been, at I try. He is now President of the New York Academy ; one time or another, known in Great Britain or France, 1 and is the person whom Congress have employed to paint with a brief criticism on each :
a series of pictures connected with certain events of the
American Revolution, at (if I recollect rightly) nine thousand COPLEY, HISTORICAL AND PORTRAIT PAINTER. dollars a-piece, (about two thousand pounds.) Three of He was an American by birth; a capital portrait painter,
these are completed; and, unless I except the first (prints for the time; and, if I may judge by a small but very good
Il of which are now in this country,) called the “ Signing of picture, in the Blue Coat School here, which I am told was
the Declaration,” and which is only a respectable picture, painted by him, endowed with a decided and vigorous talent
they are among the greatest and most unaccountable failures for historical composition.
of the age. The President may not be superannuated, but these pictures are. In fact, not to disguise the matter at
all, one out of the three is contemptible ; one tolerable; WEST, HISTORICAL PAINTER, AND LATE PRESIDENT OF
the other nothing extraordinary; and valuable only as a THE ACADEMY.
collection of tolerably well-arranged portraits. It is a great An American by birth; studied at Rome, and in London.
pity; every lover of the art must grieve to see the first
efforts of a young country so unhappily misdirected. There He had great power; and a reputation much greater than he deserved. His fame will not increase, it will diminish.
were several painters in America, who would have made a
magnificent affair of that which is handled like a tapestryHis composition is, generally speaking, confused-difficult
weaver by Mr. Trumbull. of comprehension-and compounded, about in equal pro
Yet Mr. Trumbull was a man of considerable power. portions, of the sublime and ordinary. He was prone to
His well-known “ Sortie of Gibraltar," the original sketch exaggeration; a slave to classical shapes; and greatly ad
of wbich has lately been exhibited at the Suffolk-street Exdicted to repetition. His capital pictures are often defi
hibition, was a very fine picture ; but worth, it is true, cient in drawing; and yet, extraordinary as it may appear,
everything else that he has ever done. His portraits are his drawings are generally fine, and, in some cases, wonder
no great things. They are bold and strong, but all of a ful. His execution seldom equalled his concention. The
family-all alike. And so are his historical pictures. His first hurried, bold, hazardous drawing of his thought, was
“ Battle of Lexington” is partly stolen ; his “ Death of generally the best; in its progress, through every succes
Montgomery,” and “ Sortie of Gibraltar," are only varisive stage of improvement, there was a continual falling off
ations; and I remember one of his pictures, “the Surfrom the original character, in the most material parts—s0
render of Cornwallis," where a whole rank of infantry are that what it gained in finish, it lost in grandeur; and what
so exceedingly alike, that you would suppose them to have it gained in parts, it lost in the whole.
been born at the same time, of the same parents. Compare his drawing of “Death upon the Pale Horse,' with his painting of the same subject. The first was exhibited in France many years ago; and was the astonishment of everybody. The latter, I should be sorry to see
REMBRANDT PEALE, HISTORICAL AND PORTRAIT PAINTER. exhibited anywhere. The drawing is worth a hundred of Mr. Peale is an American. He studied and pursued the the painting. The group under the feet of the Pale Horse, Il business of portrait pain
se, || business of portrait painting in France. There are several and that of the lion and the horse at the left, are all that is
painters in America of this name and family, but Mr. R. worth preserving in the latter. The rest is feeble-com Peale is altogether superior to the others. One of his pormon-place, or absolutely wretched. The fore-legs of the traits attracted a good deal of admiration some years ago, Pale Horse, like the fore-legs of almost every other horse at Paris; and another (of Mr. Mathews, the comedian) was that Mr. West ever painted, are too short. The character exhibited lately in London. I have never seen it, but am and position of the head, though altered from the drawing, told that it was a masterly thing. His portraits are beautiare altered for the worse. The introduction of another fully painted, but rather cold, formal, and, until very lately, figure, so important as the “ Gospel,” (I believe that is the wanting in fleshiness. He has changed his manner, howone,) is injudicious; and the group at the extreme left, re ever of late, and is now a very fine portrait painter. presenting animal courage in a young man, is an unparal His essays in historical painting are numerous, and quite leled falling off from the original drawing.
wonderful, when we consider the disadvantages under And so with several other pictures by this extraordinary which he must have laboured in America; with no models, man. The drawing of Christ Healing the Sick,” is worth
no academy figures, no fellow-labourers, to consult; nobody all the painted copies together-including that purchased even to mould a hand for him in plaster, and few to hold by the Academy, and that in America.
one, long enough for him to cony it, of flesh and blood. By the way, it is not very judicious to exhibit such pic- || His Court of Death," it is probable, will pay a visit here. tures, as are exhibited in the gallery of Mr. West,- for his || It is a very large picture, and has parts of extraordinary first essays in the art. It is not judicious-because nobody
power. can believe that they are what they are called; and because there are others much worse in existence, (and shewn, too, Philadelphia, America,) which were much more, pro
ALSTON, HISTORICAL PAINTER. bably, among the first of his essays. These things always
Mr. Alston is an American ; studied in London-at do harm. Great pretension is quite sure to provoke severe Rome; and is undoubtedly at the head of the historical department in America. He is well understood, and very By the way-a remark occurs to me here, which may exhighly appreciated, in this country, and should lose no || plain this phenomenon. A stranger will see a resemblance time in returning to it. His “ Jacob's Vision" has esta where a friend would not. The more intimate one is with blished his reputation ; but he owes to this country a debt | any object.
any object, the less easily satisfied will one be with a drawing which he will never repay if he remain at home. We have of it. Any body may see a resemblance in a caricature, claims upon him here, for
an outline, or a profile, while he who is familiar with the original, will see nothing in the same caricature, profile, or
ouline, but a want of resemblance. This would seem to and his countrymen will never give him that opportunity
explain a common occurrence in portrait painting. Strangers which we would, if he were here.
| know the picture iminediately, perhaps, or the original, Mr. Alston's faculties are a very uncommon union of the
(having seen the picture) wherever they may happen to bold and beautiful; and yet, there is a sort of artificial heat
encounter it; mere acquaintances burst into continual in some of his doings, much as if it were latent, elaborated
exclamation at the sight of it, while the intimate friends with great care, and much difficulty; not that sort of in
of the original are dissatisfied, exactly in proportion to ward fervour which flashes into spontaneous combustion,
that intimacy. Painters attribute this to the foolish whenever it is excited or exasperated.
partiality of affection, or friendship; the multitude, perhaps, to affectation, blindness, or want of judgment.
" What!” they say, “ when we, who are strangers, MOKSE, HISTORICAL AND PORTRAIT PAINTER,
know the portrait at a glance, how is it possible that
it cannot be a likeness !” They do not know that, beMr. Morse is an American; studied in the Academy, in cause they are strangers, they cannot perceive the ten some degree, under Mr. West. His model of the dying
thousand deficiencies, or the innumerable delicacies of hue Hercules obtained the medal here. His portraits are power
and expression, which go to make up a likeness to the eyes ful, free, and distinguished by masterly handling. He has
of love or veneration. The world see only the whole; the done but little in history.
intimate friends love to look at the parts, at the min
his pictures are such startling resemblances, that while SULLY, PORTRAIT AND HISTORY.
we are ready to cry out with pleasure at the likeness, we
are ready to cry out yet louder with astonishment, if we see Mr. Sully, who is the “ Sir Thomas Lawrence” of Ame the originals, that there should be any likeness. rica, is an Englisbman, born, I believe, in London. His father, when Master Sully was about five, went over to America with his whole family. Many years after, the son returned, and continued in London for a considerable time,
SONNET. pursuing the study of his art, and copying some fine old pictures for his friends in America. That over, he returned, and, after years of great assiduity, has become,
I bave beheld the summer cloud flash o'er, without any question, one of the most beautiful portrait
The twilight waters gleaming. I have seen painters in the world.
The watch-fire glimmering on the long-left shore His general style is like thatof Sir Thomas Lawrence, by Of my nativity; and mark'd the sheen whom he has profited greatly; in fact, his composition, sen Of morn re-kindling the night-faded green timent and manner, are so much of the same character, now
Of those dear meadows where my childhood play'd; and then, that were it not for the touch, some of his portraits
And fate hath giv'n me once again to look could not be distinguished from those of Sir Thomas. He
On Heaven's veil'd radiance in the shadowy brook; is remarkably happy in his women. They have not so Where olt, in manlier years, I pensive stray'd, much of that elegant foppery which characterises most of
Till the last roses on its face decay'd. Sir Thomas Lawrence's females, but then, they are not he
But ne'er on sea or shore, mead, stream, or sky, roic, and, perbaps, not quite so attractive, or, if as attrac
Shone aught so lovely as he glistening eye tive, for that were a hard question to settle, there is not that
That hail'd my wish'd return, and charms me still. exquisite flattery in his pencil that we see in the pencil of Sir
'Twas lightning sheath'd-a beacon blaze, not warning, Thomas Lawrence, which, while it preserves the likeness, 1).
But welcoming ;-'twas dawn without the chill, will make a heroine, or an intellectual woman, of anything;
Eve with the freshness and the hope of morning. and yet there is flattery enough in the pencil of Mr. Sully to satisfy any reasonable creature. Nobody can feel more a-tonishment or pleasure than I do at the address and
INVITATION TO KENSINGTON GARDENS. rower of Sir Thomas Lawrence, in transforming the most absolute, and, I should think, sometimes the most unma
By the Hon. R. Spencer. nageable corporeal beings, into spiritualities; but, I confees, at the same time, that I cannot bear to meet any of his originals, after I have been looking at their pictures by
No storm to-day, no lightning's glare, him. My emotion, whenever I do, is unqualified astonish
No thunder shall astound you; ment,- astonishment, first, at the likeness; and astonish
But western breezes hover there, ment, secondly, that there should be a likeness between
To winnow health around you. things that are so unlike when compared. How he contrives it I cannot imagine. I have seen a picture of his, in Warm as the virgin's breath who sings dicating a fine, bold, poetical temperament; a handsome
Her first love's first complaint; and expressive countenance, a frame above the middle size, Pure as the air from Cherub's wings, and, altogether, a princely fellow. I have met the original
That fan a dying saint. whom I had never seen before ; been struck instantaneously || by the resemblance, and yet the original was a paltry, dimi Fair as those days of infancy, nutive, sordid-looking chap, with no more soul in his face
So fair, when nearly ended, than- , nay, nor half so much as I have seen in a fine With all her snow-drop purity, Irish potatoe.
Youth's primrose sweets are blended.