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RUN,, LONIcto/57,-MON_PA.Y, NICIRNIN6,_ JUNE* 9, lBl5.

shookl by, purchased I); Government, and placed in
Green 4ic;-.
325. " Sabrina," W. E. Frost, is one or the rnoA
beautiful and really ela.sgical pictures of the exhibition.
The tnomynt illustrated is that in which Sabrina

"Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stayed her flight with his cross- flowiog course.
The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played,
Held up their pearled wrists and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' Hall."
The grouping of the water-nymphs is graceful exceed-
ingly. The colouring, too, is fine ; and, taken as a
whole, this picture is a gem.
405. " Jerusalem, from the Mount of Olives," D. Ro-
berts, R.A. A splendid Oriental landscape.
444. " Mr. Robertson's Little Wonder winning the
Derby, in the year 1840," A. Cooper, R.A. A vivid
and faithful representation of one of the most interest-
ing events in the sporting world.
460. " The Judgment of Adam and Eve," and 610
" The Fall of Man," J. Martin. These are companion
picture, and pictures which can at once be recoViised
as from the easel of Martin. There is the same subli-
mity of conception—the same expression of vastness—
the same grand features of the landscape, which distin-
/Ash all the compositions of this great artist, and thi:re
is also the same faulty treatment of the figures. They
are thoroughly Martinesque, in every sense of the word.
540 " The United Service," A. Morton. An inte-
resting picture in the early st) le of Wilkie, repress ntirg
the Chelsea pen3ioners' visit toi their friends at Greenwich.
The value of the picture is enhanced by the fact, that
the figures are all portraits of veterans domiciled in tau
two hospitals.
777. " Harlech Castle, North Wales," W. Bennett.
Th. 3 is an excellent drawing of a most romantic scene.
The atmospheric effects in this plc are are very beautiful.
825. " The Christening of his Royal Highness the
Prince of Wal,s. in St. Gi-:orge's Chapel, Winds
painted on ivory, Sir W. J. Newton. One of th, mos
richly-coloured,elaborately-.!rawn spniineni of [Hinting
upon ivory ever exhibited. It is really a gorgi.ous draw•
ing, and looks like one of the richest illustrations of 011 I
ancient ill.rminrted missal.

859. " Love Awakening," &c. H. S. Tait.
" Hush ! hush !' said Venus ; no other
Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him.'
Dreaming of music, he slumbered the while,
Till faint from his lips a soft melody broke,
And Venus, enchanted, looked on with a smile,
While Love to his own sweet singing awoke."—Moore

This is a beautiful picture by an artist with whose
name we have been hitherto unacquainted, but it is a
picture of very great promise. We use the word artist
in this instance advisedly, for this picture is evident!)
the work of one who has studied art in the school of the
Italian Masters, and has become thoroughly imbled with
their spirit. The tone and colouring of this picture i-
very fine, and chi-. grouping is exquisite. We shall ex
.),.ct great things hereafter from Mr. It. S. Tai.. Imme-
distely opposite Mr. Tait's picture we have-
-1,029. " The Favourite." J. King. A girl foldling
log. This likewise is the production of a true arti.'.
The expression of the girl's features is very good—the
ilrawing is beautiful, and there is great ease and erace•-
''ulness displayed in the general management of the
ject.

In looking at the architectural drawings it is im.
possible not to be struck with the re-action which ha,
taken place in the public taste in favour of gothic archi-
tecture. The specimens of gothic in this portion of th.:
exhibition were, in former years, few and tar between,
the Grecian and Palladian styles then bore undisputed
-.way. The reign, however, of the Gothic and lutior ar-
dhitecture seems now, however, t . have returned, and
among the architectural drawings in this style, one of the
most beautiful is—

1,129. " View of the Garden Front at Ingress,
the beat of .James Harmer, Esq., Greenhithe, Kent,
erected from the designs and uader the superiatendener.
of C. Morein4," au architectural drawing of the garden
front of the Palatial Gothic residence of Mr. Harmer, at
Gretnhithe. . _

We now go to the sculpture-room, and occupying the
centre of the room we find 1,339. " A bust of Louis
Philippe." 3. E. Jones. A faithful and accurate,
portrait bust of the most astute of modern monarchs, and,
as a work of art, worthy the srt which it occupies in
the exi-,ibition-room—the place of Chantrey.
1,327. " Statue, in marble, of a Nymph preparing for
the Bath," E. H. Badly, 8.A., is one of those beautifully
grac ful female figures which Baily alone, of all living
sculptors, can model.
1,329. " Paul and Virginia." W. C. Marshall, is
beautifully sculptured group. Paul is bearing Virginia
in his arms, and wading with her across the stream. It
is n human Cupid and Psyche.
1,374. " Marble bust of Professor Wilson," J. Fillanv,
is a life-like and characteristic portrait. It is the very
ffigy of the renowned Christopher North. •
1,382. " Bust, in marble, of a Lady." J. E. Carew, is
one of the finest busts in the collection. There is an
individuality about the expression of the features which
convinces the spectator that it must be a portrait. while,
as a work of art, it is exquisite. A sweet seriousness
seems to sadden the countenance, as if life had but just
departed, while the fine lofty forehead and angelic mien
betoken a miLd of rare sensibility. The ease with which
the drapery around the nick is managed is exceedingly
beautiful.

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1,384. " Marble bust of the late Mr. Southey," J. G.
Lough, is an unmistakable likeuess of the late Poet
Laureate.

1,456. " Right Hon. the Lord Chief. Justice Denman."
J. E. Jones. WIF.n, in after times, our .descendants
shall desire to see an accurate and life-like representation
of the noble ard expressive features of the patriot judge
of the nine:eenth century. let, thcm look upon this bust.

expected in such a work ; they must remember
th t t'iis is not a tale of fiction, but a true history.
A. sucl, it cam cat fail to interest and instruct. The
following are some extracts:—

I change of mutual duties. His name shall then be
given, with the history of the poor, and mingled with
supplications for suffering millions, )we will add a
prayer for the fair boy—
" Who bears upon his baby brow
The round and top cf sovereignty."
The following lines w ill show Mrs. Norton's in-
tention in addressing her poem to the " Child of the
Islands " :
Beautiful Royal Child, that art to me
Only the sculptured image of a thought:
A type of this world's rank and luxury .
Through whom the poet's lesson may be taught:
The deeds which are by this world's mircy wrought,
Lie in the compass of a narrow bound;
Our life's ability—which is as nought—
Our life's duration—which is but a sound—
And then an echo, heard still faintly lingering round.
It is needless to speak of the beauty of the poem;
the name of the authoress is sufficient. Ail will
admire the poetic feeling which pervades the whole—
the generous sentiments and noble thoughts to be
found in every page. The following stanzas may
afford an example of the happy combination of phi-
losophy and poetry :
God bath built up a bridge 'twixt man and man,
Wh:ch mortal strength can never overthrow;
Over the world it stretch( s its dark span—
The keystone of that mighty arch is Woe!
Joy's rainbow glories visit earth, and go,
Melting away to Heaven's far-distant land;
But Grief's foundations have been fixed below:
Pleasure divides us: —the Divine command
Hatli made of Sorrow's links a firm connecting band.
" The short and simple annals of the poor" form the
chief interest of the work. The sorrows of the sor-
rowing are described with all the minuteness and
fidelity of truth, and powerfully contrasted with
the careless pleasures and follies of the rich and great.
We see the poor art san pawning the silk at which he
works to obtain bread for his starving wife: his crime
is visited with all the rigour of the law, while the
fine lady wears the gorgeous robe which has cost
such toil and suffering without even paying the
appointed price, and who dsres say she steals We
see the downward course of those in vain battling
with the stream ; are told how precious is the help
bestowed in time; a moment's aid may save the falling,
but who can raise the prostrate? •
Oh! there are moments of our lives, when such
As will not help to lift us, strike us down!
When the green bough just bends so near our clutch,
When the light rope so easily were thrown,
That they are murderers who behold us drown.
Well spoke the poet-heart so triad by woe,
That there are hours when left despairing, lone,
" Each idle on-looker appears a foe:"
For hate can scarce do worse, than no compassion show.
After a description of the awful, but also too com-
mon occurrence of a fellow-creature dying of want
and hunger in this civilised country, in the nine-
teenth century, we find the following :
In short the man was starved—but no one was to blame.
No one :—Oh ! "Merry England," hearest thou ?
Houseless and hungry died he on thy breast!
No one:—Oh! "Ferule England," did thy plough
Furrow no fields; or was their growth represt
By famine-blights that swept from east to west ?
No ont :—" Religious England," preach the word
In thy thronged temples on the Day of Rest,
And bid the war of faith and works accord:—
" Who giveth to the poor, be lendeth to the Lord!"
Trust me, that not a soul whose idle hand
Stinted to spare, and so declined to save;
Not one of all who call it "native land,"
Which to their dead and starved compatriot gave
A humble cradle—and a lowlier grave,—
Stands blameless of this death before the face
Of judging Lb even! The gathered store they have,
That shall condemn them. National disgrace.
Rests on the country cursed by such a piteous case.
It is a consolation to find, in this age of selfish cal-
culation, that there are some who are willing to as-
sert the truth, and to defend the cause of the op-
pressed. Nothing has as yet been done for the poor;
but we hail this demonstration of kindly feelings as
the bright dawn of promise, which shall lead on to a
glorious noon-day. With the following advice to
the " Child of the Islands," we must take leave of
this interesting work.
Keep Thou the reverence of a youthful heart
To Age and Merit in thy native land;
Nor deem Condition sets thee far apart:
Above, but not Aloof, a Prince should stand:
Still near enough, to stretch the friendly hand
To those whose names hal never reached the throne,
But for great deeds, performed in small command:
Since thus the gallant wearers first were known,
Hallow those names; although not Royal like thine own
And let thy Smile be like the Summer Sun,
Whose radiance is not kept for garden-flowers,
But sends its genial beams to rest upon
The meanest blushing bud in way-side bowers.
Earth's principalites, and thrones, and powers,
If Heaven's true delegates on earth they be,
Should copy Heaven; which giveth fertile showers,
The dew, the warmth, the balm, the breezes free,
Not to one class alone—but all humanity!

COMMON SENSE versus BIGOTRY.

This is the title of a pampl.let published by a
clergyman of the Church of England, who furnishes
some good reasons for supporting the Maynooth
grant. He founds his arguments chiefly on the fact,
that the Catholic religion is established in Ireland,
and contends, that we have only a choice of evils,.
and that the true Christian way of pacifying Ireland
is not to insult the religious prejudices of the people,
but to do what is just, and as honesty is the hest.
policy, the result will 1e beneficial. We have tried
a worn-out system for hundreds of years;
it has totally failed. " The more you starved
out your Romanist," says he, " the more
he would not be starved. The more you tried to
bring him over to Protest.mtism, the more he would
not come. You will never propagate Protestant doc-
trines by forcing the Roman Catholic to feel him.
self an outcast. But having completely failed to
ship your Roman Catholics by the pulling them
backwards, having made them; on the con-
trary, march forward into their own ways
with the greater zeal—suppose you try the
other plan of pulling them the other way—
try and see if, by pulling them into their own ship,
they will not now strive against your efforts. Having
beaten, and starved, and persecuted them for a long
time, try the opposite tack; give them f it treatment;
let them feel that, whether Protestant or Romanist,
the State cares alike for their welfare ; and then,
there being no violent prejudices at work, no
pleasant 4eling of being persecuted, they will na-
turally choose that which is best. Men who ar.::
not swayed by extraneous motives, generally prefer
truth to falsehoo 1. Roman Catholics are men—why
should they not, though Irish, be reasonable, honest,
and candid ? You are not called upon to establish
an erroneous creed, but that creed being de fac:o
established, by having a most firm hold on the affec-
tions and prejudices of the people, you are urged to
make it less pernicious. (I am speaking here to
those who look upon Romanism as an unmixed evil.)
Adopt measures which shall make these determined
rejectors of Protestantism better citizens and better
Christians. We would wish them to be Churchmen
but we cannot have our wish."

MAGAZINES-(CONTINUED)..

FRASEIe.S ,VA GAZINE.

"Fraser" appears to be iu a most deplorable state of
mind at present. The splendid month which has ju,t
gone, the opening June, with all its flowers and green
eaves, and richest verdure, cheering alike the inhabitants
of the lowly cottage and the gorgeous palace, have no
charms for hiia ; he rejects every delight that affects
ordinary minds, and resolves to be the most determined
misanthropist in existence. It is a curious fact too, de-
-erving notice, because it shows the nature. of the dis-
temper, that he does not vent his rare on enemies, he
foes not single out a Radical, or a Whig, or a Liberal,
or an Anti-Corn-law or a Maynooth advocate, but
attacks his best friends, men who have fought with him
in the good cause, or have become converts. If a com-
mission de lunatico inguirendo were appointed to inves-
tigate the cause of 'this singular phenomenon he would
not have the slightest chance of a favourable verdict.
Dr. Haslam is gone, but Dr. Monro, we believe, is still
in existence, and the evidence of this mad doctor and
Mr. Lawrence would carry conviction to the mind of the
most obstinate Juryman. To begin with Sir George
Murray, a staunch Conservative and a most distin-
guished officer, who has brought out a work 'on the great
Duke of Marlborough. Fraser treats it with the ut-
most contempt. He charges the compiler with imposing
on the public spurious documents, and urges as one
reason for the assumption that they are written in
French, a language of which Marlborough " was not
sufficiently master to keep up a correspondence in it, or
indeed to express himself upon paper with any degree of
accuracy through that medium," though every reader of
history knows that le bel Angktis studied the art of war
under Turenne, spent no little time of his life in France,
and carried on long wars in countries where a knowledge
of the French language was absolutely necessary to ar-
range even the most common operations. Another
complaint is that Sir George Murray has not translated
these letters, presenting, therefore, a work totally unin-
telligible to English officers. The whole work, in fact,
is bad. It professes important ends, but " we must con-
fess," says the writer, " that according to our poor judg-
ment they have not been gained at all. The letters now
on our table throw no new light upon any of the great
transactions which gave their own character to the
reign and times of Queen Anne." So much for Sir
George Murray. The next friend attacked is Lord
Brougham, and his attempt to write the lives of Voltaire
and Rousseau and other men that he had never seen, is
viewed as the most daring presumption. "What business,
in Heaven's name, had he to write the lives of Voltaire
and Rousseau? Veltaire died sixty-seve.npr sixty-eight
years ago, in the eighty -fifth year of his age, pretty
much about the time that Lord Brougham was born, and
Rousseau died sixty -seven years and eleven months ago,
when the name of Brougham, as a literary character,
had never been heard of." So that, if Brougham was
arrogant in writing tree lives of men who were in ex-
istence at his birth, what must be said of Johnson, who
wrote the lives of Cowley and Denham and Rochester
and Milton, and of another biographer called Middleton,
who presumed to write the life of a Roman who died

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before the Chris•iaa.ei a? The viilente; or P.. Haslare
on this point uou!d Itiv,e been very alarrnii:g f r th..
friends cf the "unfortunate subject of inquiry."
D Israeli, of course, had no chance of escape during the
tit. That distinguished writer malt-A iins ali the high
dectrines of Toryism—he stands up as nionfully
Fraser for Church and King, not f...rgetting the people—
the best friends of R_•gina—he is more Too, than
M r; ay- or Brougham, and is therefore more bitterly-
assailed. Ilis very look. and air. and gait 4-xeit.e the
tatient to madness. " L.sok at him in the str.-eta, was
there ever such an appearance of a man---euch an air of
at is extraordinary in the lottnen neiwei? And •
he is PI ery where else. Does any man, woman, or child
in England, believe that Mr. Benjamin Disraeli wastes
one serious thought on anything animate or inanimate in
creation, except himself." If this wool l not have decided
the most sceptical mad doctor, what would ? Critics
in their sober senses discuss the merits of a book.
point out its faults or its beauties, but never descend
to personalities, and we have even been greatly shocked.
when reading reports of proceedings at Gray's Irn
ceffee-houe, to find the gentlemen of the press so
far demeaning themselves as to de-cribs; the air ar•d
gait o+' the unfortunate patriot, the length of his
the et lour of his eyes, and the peculiarities which
istinguished him from his judges oft the bench.
but tht re the practice may be excused. In re
viewing a work it is insuff:Table. and can be ac-
counted for only on the plea which we have Ine-
inanely set firth. There is, fortunately, politic,'
article in the Number, for the place usually occupied
by that appendage is devoted to a treatise by nu,
esteemed acquaintance, Morgan Rattler, whose dis-
sertations on Horace have delighted every classical
reader, an extract from it, therefore, will not be un-
acceptable It is a treatise on the Italian Opera, and is
written in style suited to the subject. After describing
the " bevies of beauties" to be seen by the wandering
flitting from box to box, Morgan thus pait:ts th,
other sex, among whom he includes the Great Duke and
Epaminoudas :
" The contemplation, too, of the older men present,
upon whom age has conferred some of its monumental
pomp, and great achievements, civil or military, have
wade the peculiar care of history, is not without deepest
interest. There, for example, tranquilly reposes the
GREAT DUKE in his seat, di inking in the spirit of sweet
sounds, until they have flooded heart and brain ; and
these, the haughty and the soaring, are both soothed into
a resolution of gentle bliss. There you look upon the
one and only human head to which an English gentlemat
bows In deferential homage, apart from conventional forms
and conventional propriety, in an orderly state; the one,
and only one, to which the heart and mind bow in the
unfeigned acknowledgment of superiority, with the out-
ward inclination of the brow—the supremacy which
matchless glory, prevailing intellect, and wisest courage.
combined with indomitable will, can alone confer upot
mortals; you bow to him as the generous Greek of every
district loved to do to Epaminuedas, the sole hero or
antiquity, whose might and whose moderation qualify
him to stand forth with the Duke in comparison, for the
eternal blazon of renown to those who love their country.
" There sits the iron man, serene and tranquil ; th,•
mighty conqueror, of whom it might be as truly said as
of the g, ntle Epaminondas, c Victory followed him as his
shadow.' To rue the picture is as touching as that
David of c Napoleon Sleeping ;' made heart-home t';
every visionary eye by the I.•fty and glowing verses o:
my friend Simmons ; for I can believe that in such a
scene, and under such circumstances, the Duke's though:
would wing its way back to the passages of his child-
hood, and that his heart would feel his father's spirit was
hovering near. Surely there is nothing fantastica',
nothing forced in such an association of ideas ! Th:
illustrious warrior could not, it is true, say, like Milton.
of his father and himself,—

" Dividuumque deum genitor querque tenemus.' "

ROOD'S MAGAZINE.

It is with very painful feelings that we receive
Hood's Magazine " this month. Since the last
number was published the lamented editor has been
laid in the grave. The hand that was wont to guide
the pen is now cold and powerless; the heart that
beat with kindly sympathy is still ;—the friend of the
poor, the soother of the suffer ing, is gone to his last
home ! No more shall the merry laughter of childhood
re-echo his playful strains, or the cold and selfish
pause to listen and grow wise. Peace to his ashes,
he needs no " storied urn nor animated bust," the
memory of his good deeds will be his noblest mdnu-
ment. His fame is purer and holier than the grandeur
of the monarch or the glory of the conqueror ; as in
life his writings ever touched the heart, so it is in the
hearts of all that he will be regretted and remem-
bered. While we mourn for his loss, we may find
consolation in reflecting that his brilliant talents were
ever displayed in a good cause. His was the "w it
that loves to play, not wound," we may apply to him
the words of Mr. Smythe, in his beautiful poem of
"Armand Carrell "

" Oh, ill could we spare him, who, in woe or in weal.
Was the foremost to succour, th,, foremost to teel ;
But we cannot lament—his blessing is sure,

Who fought the good fight of theteeble and poor."
In an account of the character of the late editor,
the conductors of the Magazine observe " that
every endeavour will be made to carry it on in
the admirable spirit of kindness to all men, in
which it was projected ; its founder has passed
away, but his spirit will still breathe in its pages."
The name of the new editor be a sutf.cient
guarantee for this assurance ; Charles Rowcroft
is already well known to the public, not only as
the author of " Tales of the Colonies," but as one
who has aought by his writings to benefit the cause
of the poor. The first subject in this Number
is the continuation of the " Bushrangers in
Van Dicinen's Land." The interest ex sited by the
commencement continues unabated ; it is a wild and
exciting tale, described with great animatit..n. " The
Genius of Landscape Painting" contains much to
interest both amateurs and painters. "Chronicles of
the Fleet" will amuse the lovers of fiction, while po-
liticians will be glad to find a paper on Labour and
Wages, and another on the "Relations of Rich and
Poor." "David Teniers" is an amusing sketch, and
a " Reminiscence" is calculated to delight the ro.
mantic. To judge from the present number, this
magazine bids fair to rival all competitors either in
information or WM usement.