The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1843-03-03 00:00:00

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SHOP-LIFTING.—At the Police-court, on Wednesday:
Amelia Jones, Alice Hughes, and Ann Smith, were charged
with having stolen a pair of ladies' boots, the property g
Elizabeth Eden, shoe-dealer.:Byrom-street. Isaac Johnsoo.
shopman in the service of Mrs. Eden, stated, that on Mon.
day afternoon, the prisoners Amelia Hughes and Alice Jones.
entered the shop, and said they wanted to try some boots.
Jones sat down, but Hughes, who had a child in her arms.
walked about, and appeared to be lulling the child as if t°
keep it from crying, though the shopman observed that it
was quiet enough. In the course of her movements to and
fro she went frequently to a shelf on which were some
women's boots. After looking at several pair of boots, Jone!
said, " There is a pair in the window which I think will
answer." The shopman reached over to get them, and in so
doing turned his back on the two women. When he placed
the boots on the counter, he saw Hughes leaving the shoa•
and he observed her go to the window and look in. Turning
to the shelf to which Hughes had gone with the child, be
saw that a pair of ladies' boots had been taken therefrote.
" Where is your companion ?" said he to Jones. She looked
confused. He gave her the pair of boots which he had taken
from the window, and telling her to. try them on, gave a
signal for another assistant to go to the shop, and went out
to look after Hughes. He saw her at a little distance stand-
ing talking to the prisoner Smith. He told her that her cow'
panion wanted her, and she returned with him to the shop.
He then went after Smith and brought her back also. Mean-
while Superintendent M'Donald, who happened to be passing,
was in the shop. When Smith was taken into the shop
(and it was the first time she had been in) a pair of boots
dropped from her person on the floor. These were identified
as the property of Mrs. Eden, and had been stolen from the
shelf. All three were immediately taken into custody. The
prisoners had nothing to say in their defence, and were cow-
witted for trial.

CORRESPONDENCE,

THE DUKE AND HIS HORSE.
TO THE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD.

Sin,—l was rather astonished to read in your paper a cri-
ticism on the admirable print from the picture I had the ho-
nour to paint, for Liverpool, of the Duke and Copenhagen,
wherein it was said the engraver had supplied the want of
skill in the painter.

Upon my,word, to say the least, this is a modest inference,
and I believe no man would be more shocked than Mr.
Lupton.

The writer does not seem at all aware of the position of
painter and engraver; and that no engraver would ever dare
to supply the want of skill in the painter without the
painter's express approbation.
The last man to take such a liberty is Mr. Lupton, whose
intense application, honest wishes, and eminent talent would
make him the first to feel its gross indelicacy.
The art of black and white is a very difficult art to the art
of colour; and when a picture is translated into black and
white, a different management is always necessary. Ruben
used to make black and white finished sketches, for his en-
gravers, and it would be well if it were done now.
The critic also talks of the empty space in my picture.
He seems to take it as a portrait composition, where the
man is all in all and the space nothing ; he forgets that it is
a portrait composition where the man and horse are but parts
of:a scene. The day, the field, the man, the horse, press
equally in the imagination, and are but component parts of
the imaginative invention.

A bit of a column, or red curtain, or a cloak, or a bank
might render it more agreeing with portrait arrangement, but
would utterly destroy the poetry of the space.
The very emptiness is a part of the scene, and the poetry,
of the invention—the absurdity of the remarks made on the
picture, by the noodles of a portion of the London press.
about the hugeness of the picture, the size of the Duke and
the Horse, were perfectly ludicrous—in short, the remarks
which are always made about the size of my pictures, are
always ludicrously untrue. I never painted a portrait of any
man in my life seven feet six inches, like Lawrence's of
George IV., which I measured a fortnight since ; and there
is no place so utterly unfit for any historical picture as our
English Exhibition—the tameness of the attitudes, the quiet
of the expressions, the every day scenes, render any work of
foreshortening, or action, or vigour, an insanity; and all
figure only the size of life, a giant
Above you is, perhaps, a lady in black velvet, with a bit of
her silk shoe doing the amiable ; on your right. the Hon.
William * *'B favourite poney ;on your left, Kensington
gravel pits, and below you, Putney bridge !—in the midst
comes Curtius, or Sampson, and people run out of the room,
screetching what exaggeration !—Haydn's mad !—therefore
pray be. on your guard against any London cockneyisms--
about huge, figures—big canvas—violent action—and the
usual string of namby pambyisma, which a bewildered
cockney puts forth, when he beholds a man in the air or the
clouds, leaping into a gulph, or standing on the field of Wa-
terloo : and make every allowance for the remarks of those
whose views extend not beyond Maiden-lane, or the foggy
courts of Covent-garden. Liverpool will, I hope, be the
Florenceiof Britain, and it becomes its press to think for
itself.