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there beyond all question islptlsktit
wants. Frederick Tayler,‘,..srsl4:44-'
Landseer-like water-colour HawPOW.
women, boys and girls, dogs 'ate`' Aita.
to us as welcome and as natural assflowers-m
in the midst of these preposterous eccentricities.
Admirable, for example, in (23) "Huntsman's Boy
and Bloodhounds"—admirable too in (263) " Re-
turnfrom Hawking"—but (if we might venture to
draw a comparison among three such pictures)
most admirable in (281) " 111-Nature, Highlands
of Scotlaud"—in which " twa dogs" are fighting
for the bare life, a little boy grinning with
delight at their ferocity, a little girl whimpering
in her apron at the same, and a flock of sheep scur-
rying off affrighted in the background. The Se-
cretary, J. J. Jenkins, has an amusing view of
following my leader over stepping-stones, called
(215) " Come Along !" and a boatful of home-
ward-bound veterans (125) " The Return,"
iisropos of the War—or of the P ace ! Gloomy in
one, lurid in the other, but Woolmer-like in both,
S. Palmer illustrates in (147) and in (143) com-
panion incidents from " Comus"—the Brothel's
guided by the Attendant Spirit and the same
brothers Lingering under the Vine 1 Carl Haag
gives us in (150) the Head of a "Roman
Flower Girl " whose face would be lovely
but that the eyes are so frightfully dis-
proportionate in their largeness ! John
Gilbert, the indefatigable and inexhaustible John
Gibert, will delight his admirers most with (37)
" The Standard-Bearer," hut cannot fail, of
course, to attract the notice of the majority chiefly
by his large picture (83) depicting " Her Majesty
the Queen inspecting the Wounded Coldstream
Guards in the Hall of Buckingham Palace "—a
painting full of interest, if only from the histori-
cal character of the subject, and the general ex-
cellence of the numerous portraits introduced.
Margaret Gillies has a charming little study (177),
entitled "The Students "—heads that might
pass muster as those of Sir Isaac Newton and his
beautiful niece, the admired of Swift and the be-
loved of Halifax. A crowded little picture hung
low down in the entrance (197) portrays " Co-
lumbus before the Council of Salamanca," as seen
by the " mind's eye" of J. Steplaanoff—supposing
the great Christopher to have appeared like which
effigy with extended arms and dis-spread fingers,
"explaining his theory of the new world,"
we don't at all wonder at the childre s
calling after him in the streets of Madrid—
" There goes the mad Italian !" Tophani's
picture of (238) " The Gaugers are Coming "
should not on any account be passsd by without
some earnest hint of commendation. Neither can
e remain altogether silent in regard to George
Fripp's (232) " Hambrook Mill, on the Frome,
near Bristol," with the wind blowing among the
trees so refreshingly. Another artist facile
princeps among the ablest and most gifted of living
water colourists remains yet to be mentioned. We
have reserved any allusion t'..o him and his contri-
butions as a bonne boucle. Cannot any one guess on
the instant who it is we mean Hunt, of Park
Gate, Bramley, near Basingstoke. A wonderful mas-
ter in the old-new art of Pre-Rephaelism. Look
at (253) that astonishing little "Bit of Mont
Blanc," about four inches square, giving a frag-
ment just so large of the metallic rocky substance
of the mountain freckled with lichen, and parti-
coloured with gleams of gneiss, mica, and granite—
such as must be absolute rapture we should farcy
to the senses of John Ruskin ! Then the fruit-
pieces of this marvellous painter—this magical
W. Hunt ! The plums in (274), plums that we could
almost eat ! Tire chesnuts in (278), chesnuts in
their shining golden jackets ! The green and
purple grapes in (219), grapes with the bloom on
them ! The cobnuts in (212), ripe brown .nuts,
half peeping from pods sour, green, and shaggy
The wild strawberries in (292), tiny wild sinl7l-
- red, little, freckled atoms of natural suss
mellowed deliciousness ! No wonder the fruit
pieces of Hunt are snatched up greedily by art-
purchasers, almost as soon as they are exhibited.
Looking at them, lingering near them, tearing
ourselves from them reluctantly at last, we leave
the Gallery smacking our lips as at the dessert after
the great feast of this Collection !

Saturday afternoon found us among the pr
vileged " many " admitted to the private view
of the annual exhibition of the (Old) Society of
Painters in Water Colours, at 5, Pall Mall East,
the Society's now well-known Gallery. Tolerably
well-known by this time to all lovers of art
among us Londoners, seeing that 1856 brings us
in it to the " fifty-second " of these same yearly
exhibitions ! Exactly 300 pictures are for the
present season numbered in the catalogue of the
collection. Three hundred, of course, good, bad,
I and indifferent. The effect is brilliant enough
as usual on entering, and by the time we take
our departure, it must be admitted, sufficiently
satisfactory altogether. Sauntering round the
old familiar Gallery one misses—how one misses
poor Copley Fielding ! No more of the rolling
billows in those affluent sea-stapes, no more of the
vapoury perspective, and the showery atmosphere,
and the erratic sunbeams glorifying those ample
land-stapes--lavished upon the walls with a hand
so free and indefatigable by the late gifted and
lamented President. No more ! The easle is
folded up, the brushes put away, the pallett
cleaned, the blinds down, the shutters
closed—for hint 1 And in Otto vacated chair John
F. Lewis some time formally installed ! "The
King is dead : long live the King"—as the court-
herald cried years ago out of the window of the
old Tuilezies. And, putting aside with a sigh the
memory of Copley Fielding, as we might a caput
morticum, from a gay banquet adorned with fruit
and flowers, we pause before No. 134, a large
contribution by John Lewis, representing " A
Frank Encampment in the Desert of Mount
Sinai, 1842, with the Convent of St. Catherine in
the distance." It comprises, this remarkable
picture, portraits of an English nobleman—(it
might be a scion of some noble house like the MSS.
hunting author of " Visits to the Monasteries of
the Levant," but for the pronged beard 0 ---and
Isis suite, together with Hassin, the Scheikh of
Gebel Tor, and Mahe:loud the Dragoman. The
effect of all the oriental accessories, contrasted
with the little pet Skye-terrier, and the luxurious
litter of bodily comforts for the grand insular
traveller in his outlandish raiment, s comical
enough, and withal wondrously characteristic. It
is a marvellous glimpse of life as it is not unfre-
quently seen in the hot realm of the nomadic
Arab—with the Scheikh, and the Noble, and the
Dragoman all inclusively. David Cox—what on
earth is D tvid Cox about latterly ? Playing
tricks with his reputation, as Turner was wont to
do in another way, towards the close of his
eminent career? Not, as Turner did, shaking
out upon the canvass in one wild fuzzy jumble
the gaudiest colours of the prism, or of the
kaliecloscope—but sketching objects from nature
it would almost seem, anyhow, with a ragged
brush ! In proof of which accusation let us merely
direct attention, anybody's attention, David Cox's
most infatuated admirers' attention, to (128)
" Driving the Flock," or to (260) "North
Wales "—rough drawings, which are, as compared
to finished pictures, what a blotted scrawl is to a
specimen of caligraphy. Sometimes, it is true,
even through this inadequate medium, the genius
of the master contrives still to shine out conspicu•
ously and unmistakeably, as in the same artist's
admirable sketch (140) "The Peat Gatherers."
Altogether, howbeit, a style so frightfully free-
and-easy, when adopted by a water-colourist like
D. Cox, is to us subject only for unaffected lamenta-
tion. What a contrast in its finished perfection
that presented by C. Branwhite's (121) noble
masterpiece, the view "On the River Trevi, near
Newcastle-in-Emlyn, S.W. ! " One of the loveliest
paintings this season displayed upon the walls of
the Gallery. Whether viewed in regard to wood-
land or cloudland—in reference to the blue sky
or the blue water. Another contribution by the
same hand (114) " A Winter Sunset," depicts a
frost scene on the river Avon—seeing which one
longs to buckle on the Mercury-blades, and glide
away over the ice, crackling and humming like an
animated top, or a sort of a human-swallow. W.
Goodall is also very noticeable among the
Water Colourists of the present season—
less, however, because of such a picture
as (63) "The Grandfather's Visit," in which
the old gentleman is by far too skittish aid
nimble-heeled for his age to be in any way true
to nature—than by reason of such another as
(111) "The Shrimpers," a coast group that would
have gladdened t he heart of Collins himself to have
looked upon. As any one will acknowledge, if only
on a glance at that young fisherboy's leg shining
with a wondrous flesh tint through the network,
or, as Dr. Johnson would have it—" the reticu-
lations or decussations with interstices between
the intersections !" What a delicious glory of
verdure, green and succulent with spring-fresh-
ness, is there not in (74) " The Mole, near Dork-
ing," by J. P. Naftel ! What a charming bit
of meadow loveliness is that peep at haymaking in
(33) "Priory Park, Reigate," by C. Davidsou.A bout
the most prolific contributor to the Gallery for
1856 is unquestionably W. C. Smith—out of
whose score of contributions, several of very con-
siderable beauty might easily be selected. For
example (42), " Still Pool, Lyuton," cool, spark-
ling, and transparent I It would interest us very
much to know what Mr. Naftel can possibly mean
by that yellow clash of spray (like a " cat's paw" of
curry 0 thrown up among the boulders viewed at
sundown in (20) " Collecting Vraic, Guernsey."
Also—ewe should be interested to learn where-
abouts the point of the joke may be in those
two terrible portraitures of Irish home
life, by H. P. Riviere—(ls4) " Charming
Judy Callaghan" and (161) " Another bit
of Blarney"—the ugly Patlander who imperson-
ates the hero in each of which pictures being, in
his villanous squalor, rather a fitting subject for
Madame Tussaud's Chamber of Horrors than for a
specimen of water-colour peasantry. Mr. Riviere ,
has, moreover, it is observable in (49) "Sunday
Morning," a ridiculous example of a very clean old
ROYAL COLLEGE or SURGEONS.—The following gen-
man, soaped, and brushed, and polished up intoundergone the necessary exAminations
were admittfed members of the college
the very model of a pattern Bible Reader Va-
afotrtthheeradelP,ti°irciliaot'hf the court on the .2d inst.
tlemen, having
lentine Bartholomew feasts our eyes with (78)
" Autumn Flowers," a posy of chrysanthemums 1 _Messrsee .3
Edo,ian.y, Darlaston WedneYs'bfiravrtnYtathf;)l2roc C
hhira
es
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Rustomjee Byramjee, Hon. East India Company'st aer-
And with (269) a profusion of roses and convolvoli I
Mr. Naftel introduces us through the Pre-Raphaelite vice, Bombay ; Win. Preston, Kirkby Lona tale, West-
Austraamlia
fordabire •
lens of (158) to a " Nice Weedy Old Garden near v?s,ol:eneayn, • Adam Taylor, Norwich ; Fred. Milfort •
Arthur n Georgecrow
eCnh tatwoany, P Bordeaux Harbour, Guernsey"—the very title of 6
bridge, Here
Clifton, 'North' i•
which tells of the neglected foieon in the grim old ampton ; Lauriston Winterbotham
Cheltenham
green " pleasaunce," almost as distinctly as the Cole Daniell, Newport Pagnell :`'*Edward M'Carthy,
magical verse of Shelley where he sang—
Royal Navy ; John Wm. Haddon, Van. Diemen's Land;
and Charles Gregory, Cheltenham.
"And the gusty winds woke the winged Beds
ROYAL COLLEGE OF VETERINARY SURGEONS. —The fol.
Out of their birthplace of ugly lowing gentlemen, having passed their examination be-
Till they clung round many a sweet flower's stem
fore the Board of the Royal College of Veterinary Sur-
Which rotted into the earth with them.
geons, have received their diplomas and been admitted
" Then the rain came down and the broken stalks members of the College :—Wm. John Bowman, Horn-
Were bent and tangled across the walks ; den, Yorkshire; John Field, Oxford street, London ;
And the leafless network of parasite bowers Henry Charman Legge, Mickleham, Surrey; James
Massed into rain, and all Meet flowers." Woodger Callow, Linfield, Sussex; Frederick G. Cos..
tello Shaw, Bengal, India ; William Henry Crowhurat
Pleasing to the eye is that unexpected glimpse of Warbleton, Sussex ; Wm. Shipley, North Walabam,
darling "Little Nell" of the OW Cariosity Shop, Norfolk ; Clement Stephenson, Newcastle-upon.
1. Tirfno er
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vouchsafed to us by F. Topham in (288), Thos. Adamson, Darlington, Durham
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" Youth and Age" where the angel-heroine sees 'ham-hill,WhiteS
wSaunriteoyll ; Henry
y, ,HNorfolk
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oCtolinajs..°
Lincolnshire;
Hill, Scale, Norfolk
huarßrisa, Bal-
the young bride of fifty-five years ago in the i:.4ilbert Heyes, Liverpool ; Thos.
wrinkled old crone of nearly eighty winters, tot- Chas. Cartwright, Oxford ; Richard, Henry Pritchard,
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tering among the grassy hillocks of the rural Wolv€l3rhakmptosoh;
foJeelbdulßeoarnkat arreti;
Harry Burt, East!
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ae churchyard ! If the visitor to the Gallery wants ;and leobt. Thos. Lambert, Whiteobapel
Jahnbtt bourne, e
a specimen of the gaudiest colouring imaginable— THE BOILER EXPLOSION AT KIBBLESLWORTH COLLIERY
there hehas it surely tohis heart's content in (296) —The adjourned inquest
Thomas
eadbetter and E.
I 'Cuff, who were killed by.explosion of _
"Titian
Visiting the Studio of one of his Pupils,"
*,t Kibbleswolth Colliery,
inthe northern division of
by Alfred Fripp—red, blue, white, as staring as a the recentlh
,the county of Durham on the . 24th tilt., took place on
union-jack, and as glaringly contrasted each with Vriday at the Plough Inn,
h ..lithblesworth, beffori? Mr.oo
each as the harlequin-chequers at an oil andi d iieftefrolleoawriiiing agf
verdicteatd. e
—" ovidaren
of
; Eavell, coroner.
colour shop. Does any ono want a picture finished there was a defective plate in the boiler,
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to very tameness, he may look for it, confident of explosion was caused by want of water ;
no disappointment, in (299)the "Head of a Child," It r„ibPuultti‘tvhhaettlitehrethe blame is attributable to Dorman
not ea • anno or to
by H. Richter !Is the visitor in search of—not a ! '_Reed (persons etomplshooywed atvv tehearetimales)oowf opinion that i
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gave
nierde glace, but, as we may call it, a flier d'acier, a
ethieen teller smith and engineer had looked after the boils
rolling ocean of hard metallic waves—let him
when she was last cleaned the defective plate might hay
pause contented before (27) " A. Dutch East In- if been mended."