The Sun.
London, England, 1849-04-05 00:00:00

COURT CIRCULAR.

The Queen end Prince Albert, attended by the Hon.
Miss Dawson, Colonel Buckley, and Colonel Seymour,
honoured Mr. Landseer with a visit, at his studio, in St.
John's Wood, on Tuesday.
Mr. Frederick Bruckmarm had the honour of exhi-
biting Schropp's great model of the Cathedral at Cologne
to the queen and his Royal Highness the Prince Albert,
at Buckingham Palace, yesterday.
The Queen and Prince Albert, accompanied by their
Royal Highnesses the Prince of Wales, Prince Alfred,
the Princess Royal, the Princess Alice, the Princess
Helena, and the Princess Louisa, left town at three
o'clock yesterday afternoon for Windsor Castle. The
royal suite consisted of the Countess of Charlemont,
Lady in Waiting; Lady Caroline Cocks and the lion.
Matilda Paget, Maids of Honour in Waiting; the Earl
of Morton, Lord in Waiting; the Master of the House-
hold, Sir Frederic Stovin, Groom in Waiting, Colonel
Buckley, Equerry in. Waiting; and Colonel Seymour,
Equerry in Waiting to the Prince.
Her Majesty and his Royal Highness were conducted
to their carriage by the Lord Chamberlain, the Groom
of the Stole to the Prince, Lord George Lennox, and
Colonel Wylde.

The august party occupied five carriages and four,
and was escorted from Buckingham Palace to the Great
Western Railway terminus by a party of Light Dra-
goons.

- The Earl of Morton has relieved the Marquis of Or-
monde in the duties of Lord in Waiting to the Queen,
and Sir Frederic Stovin has relieved Lieut.-Colonel the
Hon. R. Boyle in the duties of Groom in Waiting to her
Majesty.

A deputation, consisting of Col. Caulfield, M.P., Sir
William Verner, M.P., Mr. Thomas Bateson, M.P., Mr.
Nathaniel Alexander, M.P., Dean Stannus, and Mr. Han-
cock, had an interview with Lord John Russell yester-
day on the subject of the drainage of Lough Neagh.
A Committee of the Lords of her Majesty's Privy
Council for Trade and Foreign Plantations held a meet-
ing yesterday at the Office of the Board of Trade. The
Lords present were the Right Hon. Henry Labouchere,
Earl Grey, Lord Campbell, Earl Granville, Sir Edward
Ryan, and Sir James Stephen.
The School of Design had a meeting yesterday at the
office of the Board of Trade.

Lord and Lady John Russell loft town yesterday for
Pembroke Lodge, Richmond Park.
Sir George Grey left town yesterday on a visit to the
Hon. Locke King, at his residence near Chertsey.
The Chancellor of the Exchequer and Lady Mary
Wood left town yesterday for their residence, Mickleton
Hall, Doncaster.

The Countess of Lichfield, Lord Anson, and Lady
:larriet Anson left town yesterday for Shugborough.

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thirty poor men and thirty poorwomen, at h
Royal, Whitehall. The gifts
about 31. in
money, besides sundry articles of 1 hc ot es. The Right
Rev. the Bishop of Oxford officiated
Almoner. A as Lord High
the chapel by tickets.
great number of persons were •admitted to
DEATH 0 SIR
F JAMES HANHAM,
to record the demiseof BART.—.We have
expired on Monday the above venerable Baronet, who
Win-
bourne, Dorset, attelast at Dean's-court, near Win-
the 7th baronet, and,
like
etreme age of 86 years. Ho was
the church. his father, was educated for
The late bar
the collegiate church of W°inebt was one of the priests of
tersbourne Zelston. He
married first,
and rector of Win-
Anne, daughter of the late Lieufitrt 16th April, 1793,
who died in 1801, and secondly,
14th Dec.,
Pike, R.N.,
Eliza Pattey, of Wimbourne, and had 1815, Miss
marriages. The deceased, who succeeded
issue by both
ceeded to the
baronetcy in 1806, is succeeded by his son William, s
be
his first marriage, married to Harriet, daughter of Mr.
J. Morgan, of Mountclare, Surrey.
REMOVAL OF SMITIIFIELD•MARKET.—A public
meeting took place last evening at the London Tavern,
for the purpose of taking into consideration measures for
the abolition of Smithfield-market. Mr. J. T. Norris
was called on to preside. Resolutions in accordance
with the objects of the 'meeting having been adopted,
Mr. White proposed, and Mr. Elliott seconded the ap-
pointment of a committee to carry out the object of the
meeting, which was agreed to. The meeting separated
after passing a vote of thanks to the chairman.
THE ALPS OF TURIN.—The weather here has
chopped about from wet to fine during the last week,
pretty much as it does in England. The Alps, as seen
from the environs of Turin, are the great lion of the
place, and, when the sun is out, particularly about the
hour of its setting, their snow-clad ranges, and the bril-
liant colours produced by the play of light and shade
from the sun and clouds, form the most glorious spec-
tacle that ever greeted my eyes.
Cnuncu CANONS.—The horses in the "apostolic
stables" of Rome have been seized for the use of the na-
tional artillery. The horses so employed are expected
to be more than a match for the Pope's bulls.—Punch.

FINE ARTS

THE AATIV UAL EXHIBITION IN THE
SUFFOLK- STREET GALLERY.

On Saturday we attended the private exhibition
of paintings by the Society of British Artists,
but the following remarks, although in type, have
been unavoidably postponed insertion in consequence
of the extraordinary pressure of intelligence. The As-
sociation has in the present year completed its first
quarter of a century ; and the collection—numbering
in all 635 productions—certainly evinces no dimi.
nution either of ability or of industry on the part of
the members and associates. On the first hurried
and, comparatively speaking, superficial glance round
the apartment, it would be of course impossible to
obtain a proper estimate of the merits of the more
successful, or of the demerits of the less successful of
upwards of six hundred pictures. Especially is the
difficulty in the way of arriving at any such conclu-
sion enhanced when the rooms are thronged to such
an extent that, had it been July instead of March, we
should have used the stereotyped phrase, " crowded
to suffocation." The extraordinary number of visitors
assembled on Saturday in the Suffolk Gallery spoke
admirably for the popularity of the institution ; and

remembering the general excellence, and in some few
instances the real genius displayed by the artists
who are there the competitors for public appro-
bation, we cannot but augur well for the future
career of the society. Whatever we may say in our
subjoined brief annotations it must not be forgotten
that we are compelled to criticise under some such
trifling disadvantages as those arising from interpos-
ing elbows, and obstructive hats, and out-of-the-way,
and in-the-way, and this-way, and that-way bonnets,
shawls, muffs, chatellaines, Jenny-Linds, cardinals,
mantillas, and the rest of those inimitable contrivances
with which young ladies are decorated by the atten-
dant spirits of the toilet. We shall comment, there-
fore, only on those pictures which particularly at-
tracted our observation, and which we were enabled
to see more deliberately over the shoulders of the other
spectators.
Those who have watched the progress of this clever
and already distinguished association are familiar
with many names amongst its principal members,
which would honour the " roll" of the Royal
Academy. They will find that these eminent artists have
during the past twelve months been more than usually
industrious, and that in numerous instances they have
been more than usually successful. Pyne has again
proved himself to be a worthy contemporary of Turner
and Stanfield. Although there are four other contribu-
tions (Nos. 47, 91, 131, 233) from the same gifted
hand, of various and remarkable ability, we
can only particularize the following :—No. 35.
" Old Paper Mill, Berkshire."—A secluded
scene, painted with marvellous truth to nature—the
water limped and refractive—the air transparent and
modulated in density with the perspective—the sky
remote, and suffused with vapoury clouds—the earth
sprinkled with moist herbage and sedges. The red
of the old brick building glowing through the
branches gives to the painting a mellowness of colour
too frequently wanting in the works of our artist.
No. 274. " Lying to for Anchors off the South
Coast."—A small but marvellous sketch, showing the
sea breaking high up into surf on the boulder-stones
of a dreary and sequestered part of the coast. We
want the pen of Mr. Ruskin, the Oxford Graduate, to
do Mr. Pyne justice in this transcript from creation,
to explain with corresponding eloquence all that his
brush has done by dashes of white paint, spurting up
in acute angles, and expressing with the boldness and
facility of genius the foaming of the surge upon
the shore. Woolmer has, in like manner, contributed
six pictures, three of which we cannot do more than
enumerate, Nos. 110, 198, 426: The other three we
can only mention hurriedly as follows :—No. 211,
" Pygmalion"—in which the artist has endeavoured
to realise the masterpiece of a fabulous predecessor.
The figure of the maiden in ivory, blushing into life,
is gracefully conceived whatever the two petit-
maitres in art (whom we overheard) may say as to
the drapery being an indistinct compromise between
a tree and a curtain. No. 127. " The Destruction of
the cities of the Plain"—a wierd representation of that
ghastly episode in Scripture of the raining of fire from
heaven upon Sodom and Gomorrah—wild enough in
idea and eccentric enough in treatment for John
Martin. Although the figure in the foreground of a
livid blue complexion, and the blood-red and hell-
black confusion in the heavens are rather fantastic,
the work is the remarkable vagary of a remarkable
artist. No. 370. " A thought from Boccaccio" is one
of the gems of the exhibition, and will not diminish
the reputation of Mr. Woolmer. In the half-
emersed forms of the virgins revelling in the
pool—in the deep liquid shadows--in the golden and
roseate glimmer of sunset on the treetops—you have,
indeed, realised here before you a thought from Boc-
caccio—a peep into the gorgeous dreamland of the
Deccarnaron. Salter has four productions—Nos. 229,
340, 491, and 96. The latter is the everlasting
" Judgment of Paris." But worn out though the
theme has been by his predecessors, Mr. Salter has
contrived to throw a charm over the symmetrical shape
of the goddess with her back towards the observer.
Herring has eight of his inimitable portraits from
the farm-yard, the kennel, and the stable. He
becomes every day more valuable to U 3, now
that Landseer is depicting more frequently
the " human face divine," and now that poor
Bateman is dead—the creator of that admirable
incident, " Give a poor dog a bone." The contribu-
tions of Mr. Herring are Nos. 23, 45, 99, 115, 148,
293, 338,415. The "Farm Stubble Yard" is wonderful,
though comparatively small in dimensions, the horse,
the pigeons, the pigs, all are life-like. Mr. Hurlstone,
Mr. Hassell, Mr. Shayer, Mr. Zeitter, Mr. Montague,
Mr. Allen, and Mr. Boddington, are conspicuous
among the contributors for the number, and a few of
them for the merit, of their productions. Nor has
Hill been deficient in either quality. His four paint-
ings from rural life are indicative of the steady de-
velopment of his powers as an artist, and are expres-
sive of his love for the sylvan scene and rustic joys of
the Welch and the Bohemians. Three of them are
cabinet pictures, of single figures, as vivid almost as
reality :—No. 243. "Boy scaring away birds." No.
400— " Child and Kitten"—a new illustration of the
old expression, "Cupboard Love." No. 418." Welch
Rustic"—one of those graceful village girls of Taffy-
land that the artist paints so entirely con amore
—but the repetition of which may ultimately
depress him into a mannerist. Better than
these immeasurably is No. 67, " A Revel," by
the same hand. Mr. Hill has here made a
bolder venture than we can call to our recollection in
his former compositions. And while we regard it as
the most ambitious picture he has yet painted, we:look
upon it also as perhaps in several particulars the most
successful that has yet come from his easle. The
scene is simple enough, but its very simplicity renders
it picturesque : a party of gipsies dancing under the
green branches of a wood to the " tweedle-dum and
t weedle- dee" of a second Twangdidillo—a bundle of
faggots blazing in one corner—a couple of dogs (such
comical, natural, impassible dogs !) looking on, one
with his paw round the neck of the other':---a little
touch of coquetry or love making in one direction—
in another, immediately in the foreground, an exqui-
site group gathering round an infant in the arms of
its young mother. With one exception the
picture is complete—and that exception is what
appeared to us to be the somewhat feeble and
watery colouring of the green vista through
which the dancers are receding. Yet, taken alto-
gether, the picture is admirable and life-like in its
animation. We doubt not that it will very materi-
ally increase Mr. Hill's reputation. We like
strangely that odd illustration of alpassage in the
delightful diary of rare old Mr. Pepys. "My wife
this day puts on first her French gown, called a Sac,
which becomes her very well," says the gossip. Mr.
Noble has produced a capital picture from that brief
hut suggestive memorandum. One of the best
among the portraits is that by Mr. Williamson (No.
201) of an old lady. Nor must we on any account
omit to mention No. 253, " Falling in with a Wreck
the Day after a Storm," by Mr. J. Denby, which is a
brilliant and effective composition, going far to prove
that artistic genius is hereditary. Many of the con-
tributions to the exhibitions would merit observation
from us had we the opportunity.

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.
THE METROPOLITAN STEEPEE CHASE
ENTRIES.
The Handicap Steeple Chase.
Proceed, Victim, Knight of Gwynne, British Yeoman,
Switcher, Pullaway, The Commoner (late Prince
George), Donnybrook, Farnham, Miss Burns, Dicky
Misfortune, Maurice Daly (late Flycatcher), Sparta,
Pathfinder, Chaldean, The Doctor, The Rover (late
Cruickshank), Aliboran (6 yrs), Liberty (late the Hack),
Spring Bok, Valiant, Bold Davy, Hope, Wharfdale
Maid, Oily Gammon, Tipperary Boy, Chatham, Rachel,
Charity, Wolverhampton, Johnny Boy, Falcon, Agita-
tion, Hinds (late The Dove), Mignonette.
Nominations for the Free Handicap.
Zara (late Petticoats), Pullaway, Pride of Kildare,
(lb‘c..‘isa7igrlitaitocebeehylißktnEeuy,Tlf,vuhamsje)so,:ihtsl3:eneivnusaceywn: cTßaTkrhoh,iyneel:.
yep:DoauLuuidnnnaytgenea,crune,nr:
The Outcast,Windfall,Pathfinder,
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Counterfeit, Sparta, and 'Vulture.

THE NORTHAMPTON HANDICAP.
With reference to the non-receipt of the result of this
race yesterday week, we have ascertained that it arose
from " Wolverhampton" having been inadvertently
inserted in the message instead of Wolverton, the station
to which, in the first instance, it should have been for
%ranted. The agents of the Electric Telegraph Company
were blameless in the matter.

SCOTTISII MIDLAND.—We hear that, at it recent
meeting of the directors of this company, they resolved
to prosecute the branch to Kirriemuir during the sum-
mer. Should this prove to be the case, it would, we have
rio t-L umbet
n,
shoe verytraffic beneficial toto thetho company,west frem this place. as there is
en
—Dundee Advertiser.

THE MAGAZINES.
BLACKWOOD.
On cutting ihe damp leaves of Maga, and reading
through those double columns of letter-press which
have become welcome to so many thousands, because
familiarized by such enthralling contributions—we
have to thank Christopher for the perusal of one of the
best magazine numbers we can just now call to re-
collection. Blackwood for April, being the four-
hundred-and second number, is little short of being
a model magazine. It is rich in verse and prose, in
real and fictitious narrative, in biography and
criticism. The criticism, moreover, is peculiarly
varied, extending to poetry and the fine arts, to his-
tory, both profane and ecclesiastical, to the writings
of anecdote-mongers, and to the delineations of the
geographer. We must not be mistaken, however--
the different articles being of unequal ability.
The commentaries, for example, on " Macaulay's
History of England" are distressingly meagre and
superficial, although the writer occasionally reveals in
himself that discriminative faculty which is indispen-
sable in a reviewer—as where it is finely and judi-
ciously said by him that it were better for Mr.
Macaulay's reputation as an annalist had he taken his
seat " on the Bench instead of the Bar of History."
Setter, immeasureably better, than the criticism on
Macaulay, is the one subsequently given on Tenny-
son. Allowing for a little want of appreciation on
the part of the contributor in reference to the musical
versification of the greatest of the young poets of this
generation—as in that melodious dirge of" Claribel low
lieth ! " or, as again, in the fantastic " Lady of Shalott,"
the sweetness of which the writer has altogether
failed to recognise—the estimate of Alfred Tenny-
son's powers, given by old Ebony is singularly felici-
tous. We. sympathise as heartily in the derision
cast at such nonsensical verses as those ad-
dressed "To the Owl," as we do in the
admiration expressed for " The Talking Oak."
When, however, the critic complains of the
iteration recurring in such stanzas as "Mariana" and
"CEnone " he takes too lightly into account the pre-
cedents of so many bewitching ballads and imperish-
able idylls. To our thinking Theocritus never sang
words snore mellifluous or impassioned than those
with which the lover complains of the shaft which
had accidentally destroyed his betrothed :
"The bitter arrow glanced aside, Oriana,
The false, false arrow glanced aside, Oriana;
The damned arrow glanced aside,
And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Oriana;
Thy heart, my love, my life, my bride, Oriana."

And yet here. has Tennyson out-Tennyson'd
himself in iteration. Again, there is not a word
about " Locksly Hall," beyond the mere mention of
its title, and yet " Locksly Hall" is the finest poem
Tennyson has ever yet written, and perhaps the finest
he ever will write. That " The Princess," his latest
production, fairly " took his admirers by surprise,"
we agree with the reviewer in thinking, and we coin-
cide also with Blackwood in regarding Tennyson 'as
having already risen to a level with the glorious
pedestal of Coleridge. " Claudia and Pudens" is a
graceful though rather abbreviated notice of the
learned essay published last year from the manuscript
of the distinguished biblical antiquary, the Arch-
deacon of Cardigan. Our old favourite B. Simmons has
roused himself again from his long indolence, running
his hands over the chords of his lyre, first in a plaintive
chaunt about "The Life of the Sea," and afterwarkls
in a strain of unexpected facetiousness. We are üb-
sentimental enough to prefer his grotesque lilies
about the " London Cries"—more especially as they
afford the poet an opportunity of celebrating the glb-
ries of good old Mr. John Harris, of St. Paul's
Churchyard, " the Aldus of the nursery-nook," over
whose story books we have all of us pored so often
and so long, that we could almost go demented like
old Scrooge and cry out in rapture " There's Alli
Baba! and here's Friday ! and yonder goes dein-
Robinson Crusoe with the parrot on his shoulder l"
How heartily do we echo the malediction pronoun*
by Mr. Simmons on the Organ-Fiend! And hok
we relish that capital verse—
" Why did not Martin, in his Act,
Insert some punishment to suit
This crime of being hourly rack'd
To death by some melodious Brute ?
From ten at morn to twelve at night
His instrument the Savage plies,
From him alone there's no respite,
Since 'tis the victim, here, that cries."
We wish in truth that Macaulay, Talfourd, Smythe,
or Lord John would listen to the last apostrophci.
Part XII. of " The Caxtons" carries the story on
very lazily. As yet the interest stagnates in the
ruined tower of Uncle Roland, though there is at
length some promise of change in the dawning ambit
tion of Pisistratus. For Uncle Jack we have lin;
bibed a sort of horror, second only to that inspired io
us by the ever-abominable and detestable Mrs. Pipe
chin. We wish Sir Edward would subject Tibbits to
some excruciating torment, just out of revenge ; roast
him before a slow fire, broil him on a gridiron, or
stew him to a jelly in a caldron of boiling oil. Until
he does we shall never sleep comfortably. Mr. Squills;
too, is somewhat of a bore in his way—but dear, noble;
wise, simple-hearted old Austin Caxton I we‘
look upon as one of the most beautiful of all the crea-)
tions of the novelist. The dry, odd stores of learn-,I
ing picked up in the nooks and crannies of literatures
and pouring out of his mouth in the moments of
innocent garrulity, when he gets his hand in his waist-
coat—impart a novel flavour to the dialogue that not
a book-worm amongst us but will smack his lips at.'
" Sir Astley Cooper"
is the commencement of a,
biography of that illustrious surgeon and ac-
complished gentleman, by one eminently quail-
fled to appreciate the eminence of his abilities
and the purity of his character. It is just and
appropriate that the life of Astley Cooper
should be narrated by the hand that wrote the
" Diary of a Physician." And few will fail to recog-
nise with us in the opening of this attractive series
the masculine but sensitive and earnest voice of Mr.
Warren. There is no mistaking the ring of his in-
exorable tomahawk upon the skull of Mr. Bransby
Cooper, or the serene satisfaction with which he holds
up to us the scalp torn off in his criticism—compli-
menting the unfortunate victim while he is still lying
flayed and palpitating in his grasp. The excoriating
review of the two volumes which have been penned
by the nephew of the deceased surgeon in the shape of
a memoir—the excoriating review of this work, with
which Mr. Warren prefaces his own biography of the
departed, has all the severity, without any of the
coarseness, of Carlyle.
Speaking of the theme chosen
by him for consideration, the biographer exclaims—
" Oh that a Southey could do by Astley Cooper as
Southey did by Nelson !" The ejaculation would of
itself be an incitement. We shall observe how the
aspiration may be realised. We may be permitted
for once to be sanguine when the biography is that
of Astley Cooper, and when the biographer of Astley
Cooper is Samuel Warren. Besides these various
and remarkable contributions, there are in the cur-
rent number of Blackwood some agreeable annota-
tions on the " Aristocratic Annals" of George Craik,
of Peter Burke, and of Bernard Burke—an exami-
nation of the Treatises on Painting collected by Mrs.
Merrifield—and a clever paper upon Mr. Johnston's
important work on " Physical Geography." Maga
has assuredly deserved our filial benison for a number,
like this, honourable to the sway exercised by the •
crutch of our immortal Christopher.

BENTLEY'S.
Bentley's Miscellany for April is more
diversified in its contents. It opens with an instal-
ment of the "Coroner's Clerk," the pictorial illustra-
tionthan usually
of which represents the imbecile heiress shower-
ing from her window ,five hundrei sixpences, hsr
" beggars' money," collected for that purpose, upon a
crowd of eager beggars. This extraordinary scene is
very effectively represented. " Sir James Brooke and
the Pirates," by Mr. Augustus St. John, gives an in-
teresting idea of the settlement of Labuan, and the
announcement m ofu a,"rraveller who
reminds
difficulties encountered by the enterprising Raja.
The author of "Stories of Waterloo" has contributed, in
his usual amusing manner, a narrative of "An Incursion
into
survivedC
onnietra,,, ara
;
us of the comments of Punch the other day on a gen-
tleman Who was presented to her Majesty at a recent
whichwi t startling an
ac co
ncement
levee "On his return from Ireland." Palgrave Simp-
son, under his favOurite soubriquet of the " Flaneur,"
holds the mirror up, not to nature, but to " the mir-
ror of the French Republic"—the Parisian theatres.
According to this . writer (but knowing his strong
anti-Republican sentiments, we credit his assertions
a discretion), at the commencement of the Republic,
" it was gently but imperiously hinted to the theatres
by the Provisional Government, that patriotic pieces,
calculated to excite and support the Republican en-
thusiasm of the Parisians, would be very serviceable to
their own interests. The theatres took the hint, but
they were far, poor things, from reaping any benefit
from their compliance: "The vaunted enthusiasm
would not pay its money at the doors." Now, how-
ever, it is different. The theatres have adopted an
opposite course ; instead of encouraging, they ridicule,
Republicanism, and the result is a golden harvest,
which, considering the pleasantry-loving propensities
of the. French, is perhaps not to be wondered at.
Here is a sample of one of these favourite satirical
dramas, entitled "Proprilte! c'est le vol,"--Property
is theft, the motto of the Communists :

" The Republic has been established four years—the
scene is in 1852; the doctrines of the Socialists, Commu•
Lists, and furious Republicans have had time:to take their
full swing; the consequences of these innovations in so-
ciety are produced upon the stage. Monsieur Bonnichon
appears as the eternal victim of the progress of Socialist
civilization. The right of labour' is established by
law; Monsieur Bonnichon has been carried all over
Paris by a cabman, who has insisted on his 'right of
labour' by force; he in vain seeks repose at home; his
wife has been attacked by twenty merchandes de modes,
and obliged (not unwillingly) to order a new dress of
each; his house is invaded by upholsterers and paper-
hangers, all demanding their right' to new-furnish his
tpartmenti; a Variety of other claiments for the drbit
au travail' assail him; a dentist insists on taking out his