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words on the title page, he expects (un- an anti-humbaggist; but he also has some reasonably enough, we admit) to find the feeling that the denial even of humbugs peculiarities of the peculiar metropolis of is not the most profitable employment, and that most peculiar people, (if not the most then, for a moment or two, he writes in a th ghtful, certainly the most thought-sug- higher strain, and forgets his more prosaic gestive in Europe) grouped by a compre- self entirely. Being then an anti-humbughensive magic into the miniature epitome gist, the first humbug which, on his arrival of a couple of post octavo volumes. Ah! in Paris, he takes it into his head to have a that were indeed a task, admirable, and shot at, is worth the labour of a life-time, if it were
THE FETES OF JULY. not all but impossible. To describe the “We have arrived here just in time for the whimsies of one man, often indicative of fêtes of July.—You have read, no doubt, of that little beyond bile or tooth-ache, is no easy
Glorious revolution which took place here nine task; but to chronicle and characterise, to sears ago, and which is now commemorated annu
ally, in a pretty facetious manner, by gun-firing, represent by idealisations, at once indivi- student processions, pole-climbing for silver dual and representative, the whims and hob- spoons, gold watches, and legs of mutton, monarbies, the wit and pathos, the piety and pro
chical orations, and what not ; and sanctioned, faneness, the sayings and doings, the folly of a couple of hundred thousand franes to defray
moreover, by Chamber-of-deputies, with a grant and wisdom of a whole city, and that the the expenses of all the crackers, gun-firings, and central city of the most centralised nation of legs of mutton aforesaid. There is a new founthe world, the people in whom, thanks to tain in the Place Louis Quinze, otherwise called their position, their temperament, their Place Louis Seize, or else the Place de la Revoluinstitutions, the pulse of modern civilisation tion, or else the Place de la Concorde (who can
say why?)—which, I am told, is to run bad wine may be most distinctly felt, and its health or during certain hours to-morrow, and there would sickness tested—that indeed were no easy have been a review of the National Guards and task. Mr. Titmarsh had, so far as we can the Line-only, since the Fieschi business, rejudge, small notions of attempting such an festivity has been discontinued.
views are no joke, and so this latter part of the enterprise ; he has wisely contented himself
“ Do you not laugh- Pharos of Bungay-at with a more trifling venture. Looking out the continuance of humbug such as this ?-at the of his windows au quatrieme in the Pays humbugging anniversary of a humbug ? The Latin, or taking a stroll on the Boule- King of the Barricades is, next to the Emperor Nirards, or rambling through the galleries of there is not, in the whole of this fair kingdom of
cholas, the most absolute Sovereign in Europe the Louvre, he has sketched with careless France, a single man who cares sixpence about grace, some striking features of the motley him or his dynasty, except, mayhap, a few hangcrowds around him. With some of the ers-on at the Château, who eat his dinners, and most remarkable of these it is our purpose alty is as dead as old Charles the Tenth ; the
put their hands in his purse. The feeling of loyto detain the reader, and we would hope Chambers have been laughed at, the country has also in some slight degree, to interest and been laughed at, all the successive ministries have instruct him.
been laughed at (and you know who is the wag Taking the liberty for the present to skip hold, here come three days at the end of July, and
that has amused himself with them all); and, bewhat we do not approve of, the first paper cannons think it necessary to fire off, squibs and which we shall notice is that on the Fêtes crackers to blaze and fiz, fountains to run wine, of July; and here we must premise that Kings to make speeches, and subjects to crawl up the author is an oddity in his way, and an greasy måts-de-cocagne in token of gratitude, and oddity of a peculiar composition. Being, tude to swallow, to utter, to enact humbugs, these
réjouissance-publique ! - My dear sir, in their apti. as we think likely, an Englishman, he is, French people, from Majesty downwards, heat all if not a thorough John Bull, at least possessed the other nations of this earth. In looking at of a good many of the characteristics of that these men, their manners, dresses, opinions, polipeculiar breed. But he also has a good deal tics, actions, history, it is impossible to preserve
a grave countenance; instead of having Carlyle in him, which nine-hundred and ninety-nine
to write a History of the French Revolution, I bulls out of a thousand could never have often think it should be handed over to Dickens or dreamt of. The result is a mixture of practi- Theodore Hook, and, oh! where is the Rabelais
to be the faithful historian of the last phase of the cal button-your-breeches-pocket, anti-moonshine, good sense, so called, with occasional Revolution—the last glorious nine years of which
we are now commemorating the last glorious piercing gleams of a high and far-seeing three days? etheriality, which has not a little amused us. “I had made a vow not to say a syllable on the In our author's political opinions too, a simi- subject, although I have seen, with my neighbours, lar contrast (for it is not an inconsistency) Elysées, and some of the catafalques' erected to
all the gingerbread stalls down the Champsmay be remarked. If he be of any profes- the memory of the heroes of July, where the stusion, he is, as he somewhere calls himself, dents and others, not connected personally with
the victims, and not having in the least profited and vulgar hilarity which the same class would by their deaths, come and weep; but the grief exhibit in our own country-at Epsom Raceshewn on the first day is quite as absurd and fic- course, for instance, or Greenwich Fair. The titious as the joy exhibited on the last. The sub- greatest noise that I heard was that of a company ject is one which admits of much wholesome re. of jolly villagers from a place in the neighbourflection, and food for mirth ; and, besides, is so hood of Paris, who, as soon as the fireworks were richly treated by the French themselves, that it over, formed themselves into a line, three or four would be a sin and a shame to pass it over.” abreast, and so marched singing home. As for Mr. Titmarsh then quotes from the French the fireworks, squibs and crackers are very hard
to describe, and very little was to be seen of them. papers some account of the proceedings, and to me, the prettiest sight was the vast, orderly, thus continues :
happy crowd, the number of children, and the ex
traordinary care and kindness of the parents to. “ There's nothing serious in mortality:-is there, wards these little creatures. It does one good to from the beginning of this account to the end
see honest, heavy épiciers, fathers of families, playthereof, aught but sheer, open, monstrous, undis. ing with them in the Tuilleries, or, as to-night, guised humbug ? I said, before, that you should bearing them stoutly on their shoulders, through have a history of these people by Dickens or
many long hours, in order that the little ones, too, Theodore Hook, but there is little need of pro- , may have their share of the fun. John Bull, I fessed wags;—do not the men write their own fear, is more selfish : he does not take Mrs. Bull tale with an admirable Sancho-like gravity and
to the public house; but leaves her, for the most naïveté, which one could not desire improved ? part, to take care of the children at home.” How good is that touch of sly indignation about the little catafalques ! how rich the contrast pre- With all this censure of these fêtes of sented by the economy of the Catholics to the liberty, the author is, we take it, a thorough splendid disregard of expense exhibited by the de, democrat. It is indeed the intenseness yout Jews! and how touching the 'apologetical discourses on the Revolution,' delivered by the Pro- of his democracy that makes him occatestant pastors! Fancy the profound affliction of sionally, as in the passages quoted above, the Gardes-Municipaux, the Sergens de Ville, the unreasonably peevish with such commemopolice agents in plain clothes, and the troops, with rative farces,-forgetful that all farces have fixed bayonets, sobbing round the expiatorymonuments-of-a-pyramidical shape, surmounted by a tragic meaning in them, and that when funeral vases, and compelled, by sad duty, to fire nations choose to play them, they may be into the public who might wish to indulge in the for juggling politicians and place-hunters, same wo! 0, "manes of July!' (the phrase is
or aristocratic sneerers, farces laughable pretty and grammatical) why did you with sharp bullets break those Louvre windows ? Why did
or contemptible; but that for the great you bayonet red-coated Swiss behind that fair mass of the people they are not so, but white facade, and braving cannon, musket, sabre, on the contrary instructive, serious, solemn, perspective guillotine, burst yonder bronze gates, -if otherwise, they soon get tired of playrush through that peaceful picture gallery, and hurl royalty, loyalty, and a thousand years of ing them. Kings, head over heels, out of yonder Tuilleries'
We come next to a very pleasant and windows ?
instructive sketch of one of the most “It is, you will allow, a little difficult to say :there is, however, one benefit that the country has the aspiring labours, and free and easy lives
amusing phases of modern French societygained (as for liberty of press, or person, dimi- of the innumerable artists, who swarm in nished taxation, a juster representation, who ever thinks of them?)--one benefit they have gained, or the capital; and first of nearly—abolition de la peine-de-mort, namely pour délit politique—no more wicked guillotining for THE FRENCH SCHOOL OF PAINTING. revolutions-a Frenchman must have his revolution-it is his nature to knock down omnibuses in “ They say there are three thousand artists in the street, and across them to fire at troops of the this town alone: of these a handsome minority line--it is a sin to balk it. Did not the King send paint not merely tolerably, but well understand off Revolutionary Prince Napoleon in a coach their business; draw the figure accurately ; and-four? Did not the jury, before the face of sketch with cleverness: and paint portraits, God and Justice, proclaim Revolutionary Colonel churches, or restaurateurs' shops, in a decent Vaudrey not guilty ?-One may hope, soon, that manner. if a man shews decent courage and energy in
“ To account for a superiority over England half-a-dozen émeutes, he will get promotion and a which, I think, as regards art, is incontestible_it premium."
must be remembered that the painter's trade, in Yet with all this sarcasm, our sketcher has better understood, and, generally, far better paid
France, is a very good one; better appreciated, good nature in him, and a touch of fairness. than with us. There are a dozen excellent schools Witness a passage further on :
in which a lad may enter here, and, under the eye
of a practised master, learn the apprenticeship of “ The sight which I have just come away from his art at an expense of about ten pounds a year. is as brilliant, happy, and beautiful as can be con- In England there is no school except the Acaceived; and if you want to see French people to demy, unless the student can afford to pay a very the greatest advantage, you should go to a festi- large sum, and place himself under the tuition of val like this, where their manners and innocent some particular artist. Here, a young man, for gaiety shew a very pleasing contrast to the coarse his ten pounds, has all sorts of accessory instruc.
tion, models, &c.; and has further, and for no- goes a little too far, there are few artists thing, numberless incitements to study his profes- who may not study his remarks with adsion which are not to be found in England ;-the streets are filled with picture-shops, the people vantage. The subject is of not a little themselves are pictures walking about ; the church interest and importance in this country, as es, theatres, eating-houses, concert-rooms, are co- we have lately had in our Irish exhibition, vered with pictures ; Nature itself is inclined more kindly to him, for the sky is a thousand times more
some striking examples of the wonders that bright and beautiful, and the sun shines for the may be effected, apart from any imitation greater part of the year. Add to this, incitements or affectation of the classical; though, we more selfish, but quite as powerful: a French ar- beg leave to maintain against all gainsayers, tist is paid very handsomely ; for five hundred not without a deep feeling of the clas2-year is much where all are poor; and has a rank sical in art and nature ; that perception of in society rather above his merits than below them, being caressed by hosts and hostesses in places the calm, the harmonious, the beautiful ; where titles are laughed at, and a baron is that vision of the heavenly, though robed thought of no more account than a banker's in simple garb of lowliest humanity,of clerk. “ The life of the young artist here is the easiest works of nature, revealed ineffably, and yet
that fulness of the Deity in the homeliest merriest, dirtiest existence possible. to Paris, probably at sixteen, from his province; so blended with the life and light of every his parents settle forty pounds a-year on him, and day existence, that while we breathe pay his master : he establishes himself in the Pays the breath of heaven, we never say we Latin, or in the new quarter of Notre Dame de breathe it, nor feel the gloom of awe, or Lorette (which is quite peopled with painters); he arrives at his atelier at a tolerably early hour, selfishness of fear, troubling the truer and labours among a score of companions as merry worship of our unconscious joy—that is the and as poor as himself. Each gentleman has his truly classical, as the Greeks knew it, favourite tobacco-pipe; and the pictures are created it, were it, and, by virtue of their painted in the midst of a cloud of smoke, and a din of puns and choice French slang, and a roar deeper feeling thereof than ever people of choruses, of which no one can form an idea had, or can have, they are now and for ever that has not been present at such an assembly. the lords of all humanity. What they
After some details of costume and might have taught the world, had their amusements, which we omit, our author policy been equal to their poetry, it is now proceeds S
idle to enquire ; the dirty, unteachable,
unideal Romans first ruined, and then “ These young men (together with the students mimicked them, and 'tis this mimicry, this of sciences) comport themselves towards the sober citizen pretty much as the German bursch towards uncouth caricature of the godlike, that for the philister, or as the military man, during the some fifteen centuries the stupid world has empire, did to the pékin :—from the height of their agreed to call the classical, and sacrificed poverty they look down upon him with the great on that false altar its dearest hope of selfest imaginable scorn-a scorn, I think, by which the citizen seems dazzled, for his respect for the development, its holiest birthright of true arts is intense. The case is very different in manhood, which should be filial, reverential, England, where a grocer's daughter would think yet by the fullness of its own growth and she made a misalliance by marrying a painter, and independent being, self-ruled, self-guided, where a literary man (in spite of all we can say self-sustained. This mimicry of a mimicry, against it) ranks below that class of gentry composed of the apothecary, the attorney, the wine- this apeing of an obsolete apery our author merchant, whose positions, in country towns at is right in assailing, and well he does it. least, are so equivocal. As, for instance, my God speed him, we cry, and so, we are friend the Rev. James Asterisk, who has an un
sure, will the reader. deniable pedigree, a paternal estate, and a living to boot, once dined in Warwickshire, in company with several squires of that enlightened county: classical. Orestes pursued by every variety of
“The subjects are almost all what are called Asterisk, as usual, made himself extraordinarily agreeable at dinner, and delighted all present with Furies ; numbers of little wolf-sucking Romuhis learning and wit. What a monstrous plea- tion of parting embraces, and so forth; for it was
luses ; Hectors and Andromaches in a complicasant fellow?' said one of the squires.
· Don't you
the absurd maxim of our forefathers, that because know?' replied another. It's Asterisk, the au. thor of so-and-so, and a famous contributor to these subjects had been the fashion twenty centusuch-and-such a magazine.
"Good Heavens!' ries ago, they must remain so in sæcula sæculorum ; said the squire, quite horrified; "a literary man! I because to these lofty heights giants had scaled,
behold the race of pigmies must get upon stilts and thought he had been a gentleman !'”
jump at them likewisel and on the canvas, and in The French classical attempts, which are, the theatre, the French frogs (exeuse the pleasanby all accounts, awfully bad, put the sketcher try) were instructed to swell out and roar as much
as possible like bulls. into a rage, till he grows really eloquent as
“What was the consequence, my dear friend ? he rebukes the mania which produced them. In trying to make themselves into bulls, the frogs We quote largely, for though we think he make themselves into jackasses, as might be ex.
pected. For a hundred and ten years the classi- be thanked for it) has caused to be placed a fullcal humbug oppressed the nation ; and you may sized copy of “The Last Judgment of Michael see, in this gallery of the Beaux Arts, seventy | Angelo, and a number of casts from statues by the years' specimens of the dulness which it engen- same splendid hand. There is the sublime, if you dered.
please-a new sublime--an original sublime“Now, as Nature made every man with a nose quite as sublime as the Greek sublime. See yonand eyes of his own, she gave him a character of der, in the midst of his angels, the Judge of the his own too; and yet we, o foolish race! must world descending in glory; and near him, beautitry our very best to ape some one or two of our ful and gentle, and yet indescribably august and neighbours, whose ideas fit us no more than their pure, the Virgin by his side. There is the ‘Moses,' breeches! It is the study of Nature, surely, that the grandest figure that ever was carved in stone. profits us, and not of these imitations of her. A It has about it something frightfully majestic, if man, as a man, from a dustman to Æschylus, is one may so speak. In examining this, and the asGod's work, and good to read, as all works of tonishing picture of “The Judgment,' or even a Nature are: but the silly animal is never content; single figure of it, the spectator's sense amounts is ever trying to fit itself into another shape ; almost to pain. I would not like to be left in a wants to deny its own identity, and has not the room alone with the . Moses. How did the artist courage to utter its own thoughts. Because Lord live amongst them, and create them? How did Byron was wicked, and quarrelled with the world, he suffer the painful labour of invention ? One and found himself growing fat, and quarrelled fancies he would have been scorched up, like Se. with his victuals, and thus, naturally, grew ille mele, by sights too tremendous for his vision to humoured, did not half Europe grow ill-humoured bear. One cannot imagine him, with our small too? Did not every poet feel his young affections physical endowments and weaknesses, a man like withered, and despair and darkness cast upon his ourselves. soul ? Because certain mighty men of old could “As for the Ecole Royale des Beaux Arts, then, make heroical statues and plays, must we not be and all the good its students have done, as stu. told that there is no other beauty but classical dents, it is stark naught. When the men did any. beauty?--must not every little whipster of a French thing, it was after they had left the academy, and poet chalk you out plays, Henriades, and such-like, began thinking for themselves. There is only one and vow that here was the real thing, the undenia- picture among the many hundreds that has, to my ble Kalon ?
idea, much merit (a charming composition of Ho“ The undeniable fiddlestick! For a hundred mer singing, signed Jourdy); and the only good years, my dear sir, the world was humbugged by that the academy has done by its pupils was to the so-called classical artists, as they now are by send them to Rome, where they might learn betwhat is called the Christian art (of which anon); ter things. At home, the intolerable, stupid clas. and it is curious to look at the pictatorial tradi- sicalities, taught by men who, belonging to the tions as here handed down. The consequence of least erudite country in Europe, were themselves, them is, that scarce one of the classical pictures from their profession, the least learned among exhibited is worth much more than two and six- their countrymen, only weighed the pupils down, pence. Borrowed from statuary, in the first and cramped their hands, their eyes, and their place, the colour of the paintings seems, as much imaginations; drove them away from natural as possible, to participate in it; they are, mostly, beauty, which, thank God, is fresh and attainable of a misty, stony, green, dismal hue, as if they had by us all, to-day, and yesterday, and to-morrow; been painted in a world where no colour was. In and sent them rambling after artificial grace, every picture there are, of course, white mantles, without the proper means of judging or attaining white urns, white columns, white statues- those it." obligés accomplishments of the sublime. There are the endless straight noses, long eyes, round We copy another short passage to the chins, short upper lips, just as they are ruled down same effect:for you in the drawing-books, as the if latter were the revelations of beauty, issued by supreme au- “Before you take your cane at the door, look thority, from which there was no appeal? Why for an instant at the statue-room. Yonder is is the classical reign to endure? Why is yonder Jouffley's ! Jeune Fille confiant son premier secret simpering Venus de Medicis to be our standard à Vénus.' Charming, charming! It is from the of beauty, or the Greek tragedies to bound our exhibition of this year only; and, I think, the best notions of the sublime? There was no reason sculpture in the gallery-pretty, fanciful, naïve; why Agamemnon should set the fashions, and re- admirable in workmanship and imitation of Naremain ávať àv&pwv to eternity: and there is a I have seldom seen flesh better represented classical quotation, which you may have occasionally in marble. Examine, also, Jaley's ‘Pudeur,' Jacheard, beginning, Vixere fortes, &c., which, as it quot's ‘Nymph,' and Rudc's ‘Boy with the Toravers that there were a great number of stout fel- toise. These are not very exalted subjects, or lows before Agamemnon, may not unreasonably in- what are called exalted, and do not go beyond duce us to conclude that similar heroes were to simple, smiling, beauty and nature. But what succeed him. Shakspere made a better man when then? Are we gods, Miltons, Michael Angelos, his imagination moulded the mighty figure of that can leave earth when we please, and soar to Macbeth. And if you will measure Satan by Pro- heights immeasurable ? No, my dear MacGilp; metheus, the blind old Puritan's work by that of but the fools of academicians would fain make us the fiery Grecian poet, does not Milton's angel so. Are you not, and half the painters in Lonsurpass Æschylus's--surpass him by many a don, panting for an opportunity to shew your gerood ?'
nius in a great historical picture ?' O blind race ! “ In this game school of the Beaux Arts, where Have you wings? Not a feather : and yet you are to be found such a number of pale imitations must be ever puffing, sweating up to the tops of of the antique, Monsieur Thiers (and he ought to rugged hills; and arrived there, clapping and
shaking your ragged elbows, and making as if you / much richer than the doublets of all the rest, that would fly! Come down, silly Dædalus ; come the Emperor Charles, in whose honour the procesdown to the lowly places in which Nature ordered sion was given, remarked the painter, and so his you to walk. The sweet flowers are springing deceit was found out. there; the fat muttons are waiting there; the “I have often thought that, in respect of sham pleasant sun shines there : be content and humble, and real histories, a similar fact may be noticed ; and take your share of the good cheer.”
the sham story appearing a great deal more agree
able, life-like, and natural than the true one: and One fragment more of exquisite criticism, all who, from laziness as well as principle, are inand we pass to some other topic.
clined to follow the easy and comfortable study of
novels, may console themselves with the notion 6. The gallery contains a vast number of Pous- that they are studying matters quite as important sin's pictures: they put me in mind of the colour of as history, and that their favourite duodecimos objects in dreams-a strange, hazy, lurid hue. are as instructive as the biggest quartos in the How noble are some of his landscapes! What a world. depth of solemn shadow is in yonder wood, near • If, then, ladies, the big-wigs begin to sneer at which, by the side of a black water, halts Dioge- the course of our studies, calling our darling ro
The air is thunder-laden, and breathes hea- mances foolish, trivial, noxious to the mind, enervily. You hear ominous whispers in the vast vators of intellect, fathers of idleness, and what forest gloom.
not, let us at once take a high ground, and say,“Near it is a landscape, by Carel Dujardin, I Go you to your own employments, and to such believe, conceived in quite a different mood, but dull studies as you fancy; go and bob for triangles, exquisitely poetical too. A horseman is riding up from the Pons Asinorum; go enjoy your dull a hill, and giving money to a blowsy beggar- black draughts of metaphysics; go fumble over wench. O matutini rores auræque salubres ! in history books, and dissert upon Herodotus and what a wonderful way has the artist managed to Livy; our histories are, perhaps, as true as yours; create you out of a few bladders of paint and pots our drink is the brisk sparkling champagne drink, of varnish. You can see the matutinal dews from the presses of Colburn, Bentley and Co.; twinkling in the grass, and feel the fresh, salubri- our walks are over such sunshiny pleasure-grounds ous air (“the breath of Nature blowing free,' as as Scott and Shakspere have laid out for us; and the corn-law man sings) blowing free over the if our dwellings are castles in the air, we find them heath ; silvery vapours are rising up from the blue excessively splendid and commodious ;-be not lowlands. You can tell the hour of morning and you envious because you have no wings to fly the time of the year : you can do anything thither. Let the big-wigs despise us ; such conbut describe it in words. As with regard to the tempt of their neighbours is the custom of all barPoussin above-mentioned, one can never pass it barous tribes ;-witness, the learned Chinese : without bearing away a certain pleasing, dreamy Tippo Sultaun declared that there were not in all feeling of awe and musing; the other landscape Europe ten thousand men : the Sklavonic hordes, inspires the spectator infallibly with the most de- it is said, so entitled themselves from a word lightful briskness and cheerfulness of spirit. in their jargon, which signifies 'to speak ;' the Herein lies the vast privilege of the landscape- ruffians imagining that they had a monopoly of this painter: he does not address you with one fixed agreeable faculty, and that all other nations were particular subject or expression, but with a thou- dumb. sand never contemplated by himself, and which “Not so: others may be deaf; but the novelist only arise out of occasion. You may always be has a loud, eloquent, instructive language, though looking at a natural landscape as at a fine picto- his enemies may despise or deny it ever so much. rial imitation of one; it seems eternally pro- What is more, one could, perhaps, meet the stoutducing new thoughts in your bosom, as it does est historian on his own ground, and argue with fresh beauties from its own. I cannot fancy more him; shewing that sham histories were much truer delightful, cheerful, silent companions for a man than real histories ; which are, in fact, mere conthan half a dozen landscapes hung round his study. temptible catalogues of names and places, that can Portraits, on the contrary, and large pieces of have no moral effect upon the reader. figures, have a painful, fixed, staring look, which “ As thus:must jar upon the mind in many of its moods.”
Julius Cæsar beat Pompey, at Pharsalia.
“ The Duke of Marlborough beat Marshal Tallard, at Were our fair readers ever persecuted for Blenheim.
“ The Constable of Bourbon beat Francis the First, at their (alas ! too exclusive) devotion to Pavia. novel-reading, and neglect of wholesome
“ And what have we here?—so many names, study. Here is a cut-and-dry defence of simply. Suppose Pharsalia had been, at that mysthem, which the author appears to have terious period when names were given, called written specially for their benefit.
Pavia ; and that Julius Cæsar's family name bad been John Churchill ;—the fact would have stood,
in history, thus :A PLEA FOR ROMANCES IN GENERAL.
"Pompey ran away from the Duke of Marlborough,
“There is an old story of a Spanish court And why not ?—we should have been just as wise ; painter, who, being pressed for money, and having or it might have stated, thatreceived a piece of damask, which he wa in a state procession, pawned the damask, and “ The tenth legion charged the French infantry at appeared, at the show, dressed out in some very said, · Madame, tout est perdu fors l'honneur.'
Blenheim ; and Cæsar, writing home to his mamma, fine sheets of paper, which he had painted so as exactly to resemble silk. Nay, his coat looked so “What a contemptible science this is, then,