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fifty guineas payable by your real bankers to “bearer for | low. You rob your master-so do welet each keep what self." Take your choice; it is quite immaterial to me!' | he bas got.'
“Upon my honour, sir,' said the traveller, with some ' “ Long Ned and Tomlinson then backing their horses, surprise struggling to his features, ' your coolness and self- the carriage was freed; and away started the post-boys, at possession are quite admirable. I see you know the world.' | a pace which seemed to show less regard for life than the
* Your lordship flatters me!' returned Love « How do you decide ?
robbers themselves had evinced."-Vol. I. p. 280-7. « « Why, is it possible to write drafts without ink, pen,
Our second extract describes a scene which took place or paper ?'
at Lord Mauleverer's country seat, near Bath, between « Lovett drew back, and while he was searching in his that nobleman and Paul Clifford, who, in order to see pockets for writing implements, which he always carried Lucy Brandon, bad intruded himself, uninvited, into his about him, the traveller seized the opportunity, and suddenly | Lordship's grounds on a gala day. Mauleverer was aware snatching a pistol from the pocket of the carriage, levelled it full at the head of the robber. The traveller was an excel
that Clifford was his rival, and had reason to believe lent and practised shot-he was alınost within arm's-length
that he had been more successful than himself iu secaring of his intended victim-his pistols were the envy of all his
Lucy's affections. This inspired him with additional bit-, Irish friends. He pulled the trigger-the powder flashed terness of feeling towards the unknown adventurer. The in the pan, and the highwayman, not even changing coun- accidental rencontre of these two persons is spiritedly told, tenance, drew forth a small ink-bottle, and placing a steel and in the style of a gentleman, not of a mere author : pen in it, handed it to the nobleman, saying, with incomparable sang froid, “Would you like, my lord, to try the
" But Clifford, hurrying rapidly through the trees, made other pistol? if so, oblige me by a quick aiin, as you must his way towards the nearest gate which led from Lord see the necessity of dispatch. If not, here is the back of a Mauleverer's domain; when he reached it, a crowd of the letter, on which you can write the draft.'
more elderly guests occupied the entrance, and one of these. " The traveller was not a man apt to become embarrass was a lady of such distinction, that Mauleverer, despite of ed in any thing såve his circumstances; but he certainly
his aversion from any superfluous exposure to the night air, felt a little discomposed and confused as he took the paper,
bad obliged himself to conduct her to her carriage. He was and uttering some broken words, wrote the cheque. The
in a very ill bumour with this constrained politeness, espe highwayman glanced over it, saw it was writ according to cially as the carriage was very slow in relieving him of his, form, and then, with a bow of cool respect, returned the charge, when he saw, by the lamp-light, Clifford passing watch, and shat the door of the carriage.
near him, and winning his way to the gate. Quíte for “ Meanwhile the servant had been shivering in front, getting his worldly prudence, which should have made him boxed up in that solitary convenience, termed, not euphoni | averse to scenes with any one, especially with a flying eneously, a dickey Him the robber now briefly accosted.
my, and a man with whom, if he believed aright, little, " " What have you got about you belonging to your mas- glory was to be gained in conquest, much less in contest; ter ?
and only remembering Clifford's rivalship, and his own "Only his pills, your honour ! which I forgot to put hatred towards him for the presumption, Mauleverer, utterin the
ing a hurried apology to the lady in his arm, stepped for « • Pills !-throw them down to me!' The valet trem | ward, and, opposing Clifford's progress, said, with a bow of blingly extracted from his side-pocket a little box, which he tranquil insult, • Pardon me, sir, but is it at my invitation, threw down, and Lovett caught it in his hand.
or that of one of my servants, that you have honoured me “ He opened the box, counted the pills
with your company this day? “ • One,—two,-four,-twelve Aha!' He re-opened “ Clifford's thoughts at the time of this interruption were the carriage-door.
of that nature before which all petty misfortunes shrink inte “¢ Are these your pills, my lord ?'
nothing; if, therefore, he started for a moment at the Earl's « The wondering peer, who had begun to re-settle him. address, he betrayed no embarrassment in reply, but, bowself in the corner of his carriage, answered that they | ing with an air of respect, and taking no notice of the affront, were.'
implied in Mauleverer's speech, he answered « • My lord, I see you are in a high state of fever; you " Your lordship has only to deign a glance at my dress, were a little delirious just now, when you snapped a pistol
to see that I have not intruded myself on your grounds with in your friend's face. Permit me to recommend you a pre the intention of claiming your hospitality. The fact is, and scription-swallow off all these pills !
I trust to your lordship's courtesy to admit the excuse, that “. My God!' cried the traveller, startled into earnest- I leave this neighbourhood to-morrow, and for some length ness: What do you mean ?-twelve of those pills would of time. A person whom I was very anxious to see before kill a man.'
I left, was one of your lordship's guests; I heard this, and ""Hear him!' said the robber, appealing to his com knew that I should have no other opportunity of meeting rades, who roared with laughter. What, my lord, would the person in question before my departure; and I must you rebel against your doctor?-Fie, fie! be persuaded.' now throw myself on the well-known politeness of Lord
“ And with a soothing gesture he stretched the pill-box Mauleverer, to pardon a freedom originating in a business towards the recoiling nose of the traveller. But, though a very much approaching to a necessity.' man who could as well as any one make the best of a bad "Lord Mauleverer's address to Clifford had congregated condition, the traveller was especially careful of bis health, an immediate crowd of eager and expectant listeners; but so and so obstinate was he where that was concerned, that he quietly respectful and really gentlemanlike were Clifford's would rather have submitted to the effeetaal operation of a air and tone in excusing himself, that the whole throng were ballet, than incurred the chance operation of an extra pill. smitten with a sudden disappointment. He therefore, with great indignation, as the box was still « Lord Mauleverer himself, surprised by the temper and extended towards him, snatched it from the hand of the deportment of the unbidden guest, was at a loss for one robber, and, flinging it across the road, said with dignity moment; and Clifford was about to take advantage of that
«• Do your worst, rascals ! But if you leave me alive, moment, and glide away, when Mauleverer, with a second you shall repent the outrage you have offered to one of his bow, more civil than the former one, said majesty's household !' Then, as if becoming sensible of the “ I cannot but be happy, sir, that my poor place has ridicule of affecting too much in his present situation, he afforded you any convenience; but, if I am not very imperadded in an altered tone: “And now, for God's sake, shut tinent, will you allow me to enquire the name of my gaest the door! and if you must kill somebody, there's my ser with whom you required a meeting ? vant on the box-he's paid for it.'
• My lord,' said Clifford, drawing himself up, and speak“ This speech made the robbers laugh more than ever; ing gravely and sternly, though still with a certain deferand Lovett, who liked a joke even better than a purse, im ence-'I need not point out to your lordship's good sense mediately closed the carriage-door, saying
and good feeling, that your very question implies a doubt, “ • Adieu ! my lord ; and let me give you a piece of ad and, consequently, an affront, and that the tone of it is not vice : whenever you get out at a country inn, and stay half such as to justify a concession on my part, which the farther an hour while your horses are changing, take your pistols explanation you require would imply ! with you, or you may chance to have the charge drawn.' 1 “Few spoken sarcasms could be so bitter as that silent
“ With this admonition the robber withdrew; and see one which Mauleverer could command by a smile ; and, with ing that the valet beld out to him a lung green purse, he this complimentary expression on his thin lips and raised said, gently shaking his head,
brow, the Earl answered — Sir, I honour the skill testified "' Rogues should not prey on each other, my good fel- by your reply; it must be the result of a profound experi.
ence in these affairs. I wish you, sir, a very good night; | mance of real life far exceeds in interest the most vivid and the next time you favour me with a visit, I am quite and gorgeous conceptions of fiction. A youth of the nosure that your motives for so indulging me will be no less
less blest external figure, and the most enthusiastic imaginacreditable to you than at present.
tion, ripening in the business of the state, and in arms “ With these words, Mauleverer turned to rejoin his fair charge. But Clifford was a man who bad seen, in a short by sea and land, into a philosopher of the very highest time, a great deal of the world, and knew tolerably well class, and this advance made on the lofty vantage ground the theories of society, if not the practice of its minutiæ; of a court, in the eye of the world, with all the imposing moreover, he was of an acute and resolute temper, and these accompaniments of earthly grandeur, and rendered still properties of mind, natural and acquired, told him that he more conspicuous by the extremes of kingly favour and was now in a situation in which it had become more ne
hatred-these form objects of contemplation at once encessary to defy than to conciliate. Instead, therefore, of
grossing and dazzling. retiring, he walked deliberately up to Mauleverer, and said,
Mrs Thomson has executed her task in a just and ge“« My lord, I shall leave it to the judgment of your guests to decide whetber you have acted the part of a nobleman and nerous spirit. She does not shun the avowal of the ima gentleman in thus, in your domains, insulting one who has perfections wbich eling even to the actions of a Raleigh; given you such explanation of his trespass as would fully but she proves, not by empty declamation, but by the excuse him in the eyes of all considerate or courteous persons. whole tenor of ber narrative, that these (to use no very I shall also leave it to them to decide whether the tone of
new comparison) were but as the spots on the sun, and that your enquiry allowed me to give you any further apology.
sy: his character being based upon the noblest principles, the But I shall take it upon myself, my lord, to demand from
tenor of his life was pure and elevated. It is next to imyou an immediate explanation of your last speech.'.
** Insolent!' cried Mauleverer, colouring with indigna. possible that a man who takes an active share in public tion, and almost, for the first time in his life, losing absolute business can avoid coming into situations, which, to the command over his temper: Do you bandy words with me? superficial observer,- perbaps even to those who search -begone, or I shall order my servants to thrust you forth.' | more deeply,-must seem to compromise him. He is
«Begone, sir.begone!' cried several voices, in echo to obliged to work with instruments, and must not ask from Mauleverer, from those persons who deemed it now high
the underlings of a court all that he has taught himself. time to take part with the powerful.
He must bear with their aberrations, and must defend “ Clifford stood his ground, gazing around with a look of angry and defying contempt, which, joined to his athletic
himself with the same weapons which are employed frame, his dark and fierce eye, and a heavy riding whip, against him. While it is a proof of a perverted moral sense which, as if mechanically, he half raised, effectually kept to see nothing wrong in this, it is, on the other hand, the the murmurers froin proceeding to violence.
proof of an essentially low and worthless mind, to lose “ Poor pretender to breeding and to sense!' said he, dis
sight, in consequence, of the general high strain of moral dainfully turning to Mauleverer, with one touch of this
character in the life in which these occasional errors occur.' whip I could shame you for ever, or compel you to descend from the level of your rank to that of mine, and the action
Of any tendency to such a fashion of appreciating characwould be but a mild return to your language. But I love
ter, we are happy to say, we discern not the least trace in rather to teach you than correct. According to my creed,
the author of the volume before us. She “ extenuates my lord, he conquers most in good breeding, who forbears nothing, nor sets down aught in malice." She confesses the most scorn enables me to forbear! - Adieu !'
the weaknesses of Raleigh ; but she loves to dwell on his “ With this Clifford turned on his heel, and strode away. bravery and enterprise, on his enthusiasm for science and A murmur, approaching to a groan, from the younger or literature, his elevated patriotism, bis high religious feel.' sillier part of the parasites the mature and the sensible have no extra emotion to tbrow away-followed him as he
ing, bis equitable and tolerant appreciation of the characdisappeared."— Vol. ii. pp. 255-61.
ter and opinions of others, his exemplary conduct as a.
citizen, a husband, and a father. We may mention, before concluding, that although the
In illustration of all
these points, she has collected an immense quantity of time in which the scene of this novel is laid is supposed
interesting facts, for which we refer our readers to her to be some eighty years back, it is, nevertheless, impossi
work, confident of their thanks for so doing. ble to discover this fact in any way, except by taking the
An appendix contains two interesting memoirs (scienauthor's word for it, so little pains have been exhibited to
tific and historical) on
tific and historical) on the potato, and on tobacco, by Dr give aught of the air of a previous century to the dramatis
A. T. Thomson, whose name is too well known in the personæ. We may also mention, that a good number of
scientific world to need our praise ; and some important pieces of rhyme are interspersed, nearly all of which are
are letters, now printed for the first time, from the collection very bad. Mr Bulwer has not raised himself in our opi
in the State Paper Office pion by this work ; but we still think him entitled to keep his place among the popular novelists of the day, and are not quite sure but that he may yet establish him The Edinburgh Review, or Critical Journal No. CI. self considerably above most of them.
April 1830. Edinburgh. Adam Black.
The more we study the different periodicals of the Memoirs of the Life of Sir Walter Raleigh, with some Ac
day, the more are we convinced that the Edinburgh Litecount of the period in which he lived." By Mrs A. T.
| rary Journal is, all things considered, the best. Were Thomson, author of the “ Memoirs of Henry the
we to say this merely for the sake of puffing ourselves, Eighth.” I volume 8vo. Pp. 496. London. Long
te the motive would be contemptible; but we are as much man, Rees, Orme, Brown, and Green. 1830.
above vanity as we are beyond the reach of envy. We
have a calm and modest confidence in our own worth, This is a most amusing and instructive book. It places backed, as we are, by all the talent of the country, which Raleigh before us as he lived ; and, although the nature enables us to sit upon our critical thrope, like Andes, of the work precludes any thing like a regular and sys- | |“ giant of the western wave," and seeiog the shoal of autematic history of the period, the light thrown by the fair thorlings and small fry of reviewers far in the depths beauthor upon her hero glances not unfrequently on the ob- low, we stretch out our majestic rod, and benevolently jects which surround him, bringing out many peculiari. “ bob for whale.” It is well known that Scotland has ties and characters of the time in bold relief. The only just three literary periodicals, all of which are very dear faults we can find are, an occasional incorrectness in the to her, and they may be likened unto the three Graces, style, and a degree of vagueness, or want of precision, in the Edinburgh Review being Aglaia, Blackwood's Masome parts of the narrative. With the exception of these gazine, Thalia, and the Literary Journal, Euphrosyne. slight imperfections, we can conscientiously recommend | But Euphrosyne is the fairest of the three sisters, and this volume as a work of sterling merit.
whilst she is blessed with immortal youth, sorry are we The life of Raleigh is a narrative, in which the ro- to say that the mark of the crow's fout is beginning to be
visible under the eyes of the two others. Euphrosyne, awakened, give to the scene an interest, not so severely on the contrary, dances like a sunbeam through the land, beautiful as the mythological childhood of old Greece, blinking bonnily into many a breakfast parlour, and nor so romantic as that awakened by the chivalric ages, carrying light and happiness into all the distant villages yet full of excitement of its own peculiar kind. and secluded country mansions. The poet blesses her Mr Howison has, as it were, skimmed the cream of gentle smile, the philosopher loves her sedater counsels; this rich banquet. His tales, though brief, and slightly age puts on his spectacles, and gazes after her in admira constructed, are elegantly told, and full of interest. tion, and youth springs up at her approach, and rushes The first story, entitled “ The Island,” is a narrative forth to meet and welcome her. Lazily travels Aglaia, of the adventures of Austin Deller, a young seaman, who, and only once in the tbree months does she gladden her having learned from an old buccanier the site of a treavotaries with a sight of her stately person ; —she may com- sure once hid by him and his associates in a small island mand respect, perhaps, but Euphrosyne is both respected off the coast of Mexico, proceeds thither in search of it, and loved.
and, after undergoing a variety of crossgrained accidents, To drop the metaphor, but still to show the superiority succeeds in carrying off not only the greater part of the of the Literary Journal, we think it right to mention, treasure, but a young, rich, and fascinating Spanish widow that all the subjects connected with British literature, into the bargain. · The second story, “ Sablegrove," is a discussed in the present Number of the Edinburgh Re- tale of our West Indian Islands,-a tale of fierce passions view, have already been treated of in the Literary Journal, and dark crime. “ One False Step” is the bistory of a weeks or months ago. There is, in the first place, a re- young gentleman transported to Botany Bay for forgery, view of the “Memoirs of his own Life and Times," by giving an account of his struggles to raise himself again Sir James Turner, a book which was published for the into the respect of society, and of the fate which coldly Bannatyne Club in 1829, and of which we gave an ad- and relentlessly defeats all his efforts. “The Colambolo," mirable account a long while since. It was nothing but the concluding tale, has its scene laid in Brazil, in the lost time to go over the ground again. Then there is a gold country, but is decidedly the poorest of the series. l'eview of Godwin's Cloudesley, which we noticed short. On the whole, Mr Howison displays excellent descriply, but pithily, and of which the Edinburgh reviewer tive powers; and a searching spirit, which knows how to has spoken more prosily, but pretty sensibly. Then there trace the secret windings and motives of the human is a review of Robert Montgomery's Poems, not half so breast. · He also possesses a pleasing fancy and great good as our own which appeared about two months back, acuteness, regulated by good taste. The defects of his and which, seeing that the Edinburgh Review has ex book are the consequences of the author having chosen actly followed in our footsteps and those of other sensible for his theme adventures in countries with which he was critics, rather looks like beheading a dead man, and is, at acquainted only by means of transient visits, making it all events, breaking a butterfly on the wheel, or lifting a | impossible for him fully to extract the marrow of their huge mattock to kill a spider. Poor Bobby Montgomery, social arrangements and domestic economy. with his pretty face and nice Poem about Satan, never expected to be pounded to dust in this fashion. Lastly, there is a review of Gleig's Life of Sir Thomas Munro, Levi and Sarah : or the Jewish Lovers. A Polish Tale, in which our thunder is again used, and an abstract of
| by Julius Ursinus Niemcewicz. Translated from the the book, not quite so able as the one which we presented,
German Edition ; with a Preface and Notes by the is imposed upon the reader. The other articles we have
Editor. London. John Murray. 1830. 8vo. Pp. little or nothing to do with. The first, upon the dis
346. puted question relative to the operation of breaking the enemy's line in a sea-fight, is a long and dry piece of This is one of that numerous class of works, half-direading upon a point of evidence. There is also a scho- | dactic, half-amusing, in which the author's desire to be lastic article on the Public Schools of England,-a toler- edifying is continually interfering with his efforts to be ably learned one on the recent Progress of Astronomical interesting. We wish we could persuade the world in Science,-a technical, but clever, one on Scottish Juridi- general, and authors in particular, that a work of fiction cal Reforms,—two most unreadable ones on the Public is one thing, and a sermon or a moral essay another. Registry of England and the Coal Trade,-a paper, ter- “ That a good novel is as good as a sermon,” we do conribly full of figures, upon Finance and the Budget, and scientiously believe, in nineteen cases out of twenty ; but a pretty good essay on the Anglo-French Drama. Such it operates after a different fashion. The latter goes is the Edinburgh Review. No. 101. Reader! consider straightforwardly to work ;-its object is to instruct-to these things, and own that thou hast cause to thank the make a man understand bis duty. The end and aim of gods that thou art a subscriber to the Literary Journal. the work of fiction, on the contrary, is to amuse—to
amuse, and nothing else. At the same time, it has been
so ordained by a wise Providence, that we cannot play Tales of the Colonies. By John Howison, author of
even with our intellect, but we must be benefited by it. “ Sketches of Upper Canada," &c.
The stirring up of our stagnant feelings, the refinement
In two volumes. 8vo. Pp. 342, 365. London. Henry Colburn and
and elevation of our taste, occasioned by the perusal of
good works of fiction, has a healthy effect upon our moral Richard Bentley. 1830.
character, because it leads us for a moment from the reThose regions of the world, with which we are as yet membrance of the dull cares and duties of life, only to but imperfectly acquainted, the two Americas--Austra send us back to them with a more generous and buoyant lia--and the numerous islands which gem the Pacific, spirit. But air and exercise, though beneficial to the afford ample materials for that sketchy style of literature physical frame, are of little advantage to the hypochonso popular at the present day. The magnificent pheno- driac, who indulges in these luxuries, not because he enmena of nature in districts where the productive powers joys them, but solely because he believes them conducive of a tropical climate bid obstinate defiance to our feeble to health. He avails himself of them with fear and tremand isolated attempts to stamp the seal of our dominion bling, and his draught is soured by reflection upon the upon their wild and luxuriant development, are fitted to probable consequences. It is for a similar reason that tinge, with the most glorious hues, the passionate ima- | not even the talents of a Godwin have ever been able to ginings of the poet; while the perpetually-recurring con- reconcile us to the didactic novel. And it is for this reatrast between savage and civilized life, the excitement of son that we wish Julius, of the unpronounceable name, an incessant struggle with wants, inconveniencies, and had divided his work into two-one-half of which would dangers, and the feelings of self-dependence thereby have contained an interesting story- and the other a grave
pamphlet on the best mode of ameliorating the condition The Family Cabinet Atlas, Part I. London. E. Bull of the Jews.
1830. The scene of this tale is laid in Poland, the European country in which the Jews exist in the greatest numbers,
Every literary undertaking seems now to be in a faand possess the greatest political weight. Moses, the mily way. We have family Bibles, family Shakspeares, father of Sarah, is a Jew of the right leaven--absorbed in
ew of the right leaven_absorbed in family Massingers, family Libraries, family Cyclopædias, his mercantile speculations-deep read in the Cabala,
every thing, in short, except a family of children, and and firmly persuaded that it is the right and duty of a
these are perhaps coming for aught we know to the con. Jew to cheat all Christians. Levi is a young Jewish re
trary. The Family Cabinet Atlas, which is to be pubformer-one who, having enjoyed a good education, wishes lished in monthly parts, will form, when completed, a to bring back his nation from the mystic ravings of the
volume of the same size as works of the Family Library Gemara to the pure morality of their first lawgiver.
description, and will be an excellent companion to tbem. Intimate in the family of Moses, he bas assumed the office of Each part is to contain eight plates, either plain or cotutor to Sarah-her father acquiescing because it saves him loured, engraved on steel; and though these are neces. expense—and he has instilled into her mind his own pure
sarily of a very small size, yet, judging by the specimen principles. The story commences with a rupture between
before us, they will be very beautifully and distinctly exeMoses and Levi, on the important question, whether it cuted, and will afford facilities of reference not to be be the moral duty of a Jew to cheat Christians. The
found in maps of a larger kind. former, indignant at the heterodox purity of the latter, resolves to break off all connexion with bim, and remove
Leigh's Guide to the Lakes of Westmorland, Cumbers his daughter from the contamination of novel heresies, by carrying her from Warsaw to a frontier town, which, at
land, and Lancashire. London, Samuel Leigh,
1830. the same time, affords peculiar facilities for smuggling transactions. The subsequent plot hinges upon the at Tuis is a neat portable guide-book to the loveliest scetempts of Moses to alienate his daughter's affections from nery in England, and at the present season will be parLevi, and fix them upon Jankeil, a deformed object, and ticularly acceptable to many a Tourist. The publisher's more than half insane from continually poring over the name is a sufficient guarantee for its accuracy and comrecondite mysteries of the Cabala. The two lovers, after pleteness, for in this department of literature, Samuel undergoing a decent portion of persecution, are at length Leigh has no rival. happily united by the protecting interference of Count Zenezyn. The characters of many of the Jews are spiritedly and distinctly drawn. The gibbering madman
Extract of a Letter respecting the Wreck of the Lady Jankeil is looked up to by his wretched and bigoted coun
Holland East Indiaman, from the Rev. Aler. Duf, trymen as an inspired prophet; the two old usurers,
one of the passengers in that ship, addressed to Dr Hirsch and Moses,—the venerable Abraham, and the
Inglis. Edinburgh. Waugh and Innes. 1830, stout Chaim, play upon and contrast with each other in This pamphlet contains some interesting particulars of a spirited manner. Were it not for the continual recur- the total shipwreck of the Lady Holland, East Indiarence of long sermons and political diatribes, we should | man, off Dassen Island, on the 13th of last February. have enjoyed the perusal of the book a good deal. Whe- Fortunately no lives were lost, and Mr Alex. Duff seems ther the extracts from the Talmud be correctly given we to have been duly and becomingly impressed with a sense know not; but we can vouch, from our own experience, of gratitude for his preservation. that the picture the volume contains of Jewish society is accurate. For this reason, we recommend the perusal of it to the Jewish emancipators,-to members of the So
MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. ciety for the Conversion of the Jews,-to Millennarians,
to Wolfe,-to Irving, and to all the quacks and pseudo prophets of the day, not excluding the innocents who
FINE ARTS. have been bit by them.
NINTH EXHIBITION OF MODERN PICTURES AT THB
GALLERY OF THE ROYAL INSTITUTION. The Villa and Cottage Florist Directory. By James MR THOMSON OF DUDDINGSTONE-THE LATE JOHN ALEX. • Main, A.L.S. London. Whittaker and Co. 1830.
SCHETKY. « Floriculture,” says Mr Main, “ has become the There are about twenty good pictures, and a dozen study and amusement of all ranks.” And really we do good busts, in this Exhibition. The long room is, accordnot kuow a more pleasant, or a more innocent occupation. | ing to the expression which would be used, in the technical If we might speak paradoxically, we should say that it is an language of the diabolical part of our establishment, scatter. occupation which brings man's thoughts to the groundingly tilled up; and in the octagon, we have a single circle of only to raise them far above it. “Turbulent emotions," | busts, balf-a-dozen water-colour drawings, and the red drasays our author, “can hardly disturb the mind which is pery on the walls, now somewhat tarnished by dust and intent on rearing tender seedlings; the very expectations age. This is not a sufficient collection to justify the pomof success alleviate, if they cannot remove, the cares and pous title of an “Exhibition of Modern Pictures." Where crosses of life, and while such employment, as amusement the fault originally lies which prevents more pictures from only, refines the mind, it adds not a little to the real en- being forthcoming—with the artists or with the patrons joyment of rational existence." The object of this ex- | is to us a matter of perfect indifference. The artists may cellent little work has been to condense the whole system have coquetted unjustifiably with the directors, and, through of professional Horiculture into a concise compendium, pique, have kept their exhibition too long open ; or, on the which embraces every thing essential to the subject; and other hand, the directors may have been withheld, by silly when we learn that it has been the result of fifty ycars' notions respecting their own dignity, from coming to a experience, and that Mr Main has been the fellow-student right understanding with the artists ;—these are matters of such eminent florists as Maddock, Hogg, and Sweet, of private concern, in which it is absurd to think that we can have no hesitation in recommending it to the no- | the public can take any interest. The public wants a tice of our readers. As the volume also contains direc- good exhibition, and if provided therewith, will not ent'ons for the propagation of all the tender exotic flower- quire too narrowly how it is got up; if disappointed, it ing plants, it will be found of great service to those who will not be appeased, nor allow its attention to be diverted possess rare and valuable collections,
from a just ground of complaint, by the mutual recrimi
nations of the parties whose duty and interest it is to cater heaven, and those are the rescued father and his daughters, to its taste. In one respect, the fault lies undeniably at who hurry on beside that piece of water. The magniti. the door of the directors;if they could not muster paint-cent little picture, entitled “ Twilight,” (37,) deserves ings sufficient to furnish out a full exbibition, they should likewise to be classed along with these. Of a less elevahave waited till they had collected their complement. ted character, yet masterly in their kind, are," Dun
Among the paintings, there are two small pictures by keld" (45,)“ Glendyfas" (53,) and “View in Arran” (2.) W. Simson-one of them (a cabinet portrait of - The first is characterised by placid beauty, the second by Scrope, Esq.) a perfect gem—but neither of them exhi tremendous power in the representation of the waterfall, biting his full powers : a study of heads, and a mag- and the last by an indescribable breezy freshness. “ Dunnificent full-length portrait of a lady, by Lauder,-a donald Castle" (33) is warm and rich ; and while lookrapidly-rising artist, of whose merits we have lately spo-ing at the “ Bass Rock," with its green glassy sea around ken in considerable detail : some excellent portraits by it, and the sea-mews skimming its surface, or hoverFrancis Grant, who is on the eve of making artists of ing high poised in air, the refreshing coolness of ocean longer standing look to their laurels : some pleasing pic- seems to creep over our cheek. The “ View from Arros tures by Dyce : a correct and agreeable likeness of Cap- quhar” (114) is painted in a style peculiar to itself, tain Trotter in a Highland costume, by our old friend and is no whit behind its companions in excellence. In W. Thomson: and some pieces of very considerable pro- all these pictures, we trace the great charm of Mr Thom. mise by three young artists—Crabb, Townsend, and son's works the scope they afford for deep and reiterated Crawford. But the chief interest of the Exhibition rests study. They are not superficial beauties, where he who upon nine landscapes by the Rev. J. Thomson of Dudding- | runs may read; they are the fruit of profound labour, stone, and three by the late lamented John Alexander and an intimate acquaintance with them is requisite to a Schetky. As we never particularly affect the damnatory complete appreciation of their excellence. style, we will not follow up this catalogue of what is really good in the Exhibition by seeking " its frailties to dis Mr SCHETKY's pictures are full of originality and aniclose;" but, after simply asking Mr Stewart Watson who mation—there is a fervour in their conception, which bethe “ Gentleman in a Highland dress" is, whose " full-speaks the painter to have been a man of true genius. length portrait” we observe he offers for sale ?--we shall Their interest is enhanced by the melancholy association rather proceed to canvass the merits of the two artists of the premature death of the artist, in the midst of a whose works we have singled out as the most interesting brilliant professional career, and possessed of the love of in the Exhibition.
all who knew him. The late John Alexander Schetky The Rev. Mr Thomson is undoubtedly the most was born at Edinburgh, in March 1785. He became rescientific, and, at the same time, the most poetical, landmarkable, at an early period of life, for habits of enthuscape painter we possess. He is not one who paints mere siastic study. His chief amusements, even while a boy, portraits of landscapes; he selects those forms and effects were reading, and observing and attempting to transfer in nature which have an inherent beauty in themselves ; | to paper the beauties of natural scenery. Care was taken and he has feelings which breathe into the creations of to foster his infant propensities; he received a liberal his pencil an overpowering soul_which give, we had al-education at the High School and University of Edinmost said, a moral character to his rocks, and streams, and burgh; and he was early sent to the Trustees' Academy, trees. Mr Thomson has studied profoundly his great where he cultivated the art of drawing under Mr John predecessors in art; he has learned something from each Graham, and in the society of Wilkie and Allan. In of them, and yet he is essentially and decidedly original. 1804, he obtained his diploma of surgeon, and was shortly He is original, because he takes from them, not their afterwards attached to the 3d Dragoon Guards, in which forms, their tones, or their arrangements, but the abstract regiment he continued until 1812. In that year he reprinciples upon which they proceeded. He goes to work ceived the appointment of surgeon to the Portuguese forces, in the same way with nature. He takes the elements under Marshal Lord Beresford ; and continued to act as she offers him--individual forms of hill and tree-masses brigade surgeon of the seventh division, under Lord Dale of light and shade and colours ; but his combinations housie, till the peace in 1814. He passed the next five are his own. The world we see upon his canvass is like years of his life in Edinburgh, dividing his time between the world around us, but not the same; it is a kindred professional pursuits and the cultivation of the art of creation emanating from the artist's plastic mind. His painting, to which he was so devotedly attached. In landscapes are to those we usually see, as the men and 1819, he was gazetted to full pay, and employed at the women of Sbakspeare are to those we meet with in every-General Hospital at Fort Pitt, Chatham ; whence he was day life ;-we recognise in them a kindred nature, but we transferred to superintend the Asylum fitted up at Fort never meet with their individual counterparts. As to Clarence for the reception of naval and military persons the moral feelings which Mr Thomson knows so well | labouring under mental affections. In 1823, he was pro. how to impress upon his landscapes, we need only remind moted to the rank of Deputy-inspector of Hospitals, for our readers of the “Martyrs' Tomb.”
service on the coast of Africa. At first he enjoyed such Mr Thomson's pictures in the present Exhibition are a state of health as excited hopes that he would be able characterised by great and diversified excellence. His to withstand the insidious effects of an African climate ; large picture, “ Evening" (31,) is marked by that deep but in the end of August, 1824, while on a voyage from elearness, by that diffusion of light among deep con- Sierra Leone to Cape Coast Castle, he was attacked by trasting shadows, which constitute the charm of the time the fever of the country, and died a few days after the from which it takes its name. The reading figure in vessel reached its destination. It is not our business to the foreground completes the impressive and hushing cha dilate at present on Schetky's professional talents, or on racter of the scene. The subordinate beauties of the pic-that disinterested warmth of heart which endeared him ture,—the deep, dark colours of the earth and upper sky, / to all his friends—it is as an artist that we now speak of - the long line of glorious light on the horizon,the him. And we rejoice that we have it in our power to pleasing forms of the different objects introduced,—are call to our assistance the words of one much better entiat once beautiful in themselves, and harmoniously ar tled to the ear of the public, on such a topic, than ourranged. His “ Landscape" (106) is similar in the cha selves. In a biographical sketch of Schetky, inserted by racter of its colouring and high poetical feeling. It is Dr Maclagan, his companion at school, and his friend impossible in words to convey any idea of the grandeur through lite, in one of the Medical Journals of the day, of the objects selected for representation, and of their ar- and of which a few copies were printed apart for private rangement. That smoke in the background rises from circulation among the friends of the deceased, we find, the cities whose sins have called down the vengeance of recorded an opinion of Schetky's merits as a painter by a.