Графични страници
PDF файл
ePub
[ocr errors]

This assemblage did not equal which hung as a pendant to this some of former years, but selec- when both were in Mr. Champertions made from the finest collec- sopne's collection, and which we tions of the nobility and gentry of believe to be the joint labour of the country, will, of course, con- Nicolo and Gaspar Poussin; this tain very many beautiful speci- last is now the property of Mr. D. mens of the different masters. Bevan. Mr. Rogers's Landreche,

There were several very good by Nicolo, is very fine. portraits by Rembrandt, as No. 9 No. 42. The daughter of Herothe portrait of a female, and No. dias, by Carlo Dolci, was much 89 his own portrait, both from the admired; and indeed, Salome is king's collection; and No. 80 an beautiful, though the expression old man's head, the property of of her countenance is not pleasing; Mr. Cholmondeley. From this but for a pretty girl to hold with gentleman's collection also was composure and in close contact a procured the beautifully colored decapitated head, would be relandscape by Titian, No. 37. volting to our feelings if we saw

In the near neighbourhood of it in nature, and it is not less disthis splendid and harmonious gusting from the minute pencil of picture, were two very gaudy and Carlo Dolci. Had Salome been bad pictures of Claude Loraine, masculine in appearance, and the the Mercury and Battus,” and subject treated with the force and the “ lo and the Woodman.” breadth of Spagnolletto, or CarraThere was a pretty little circular vagio, it would much better have picture of the “ Master and his accorded with our taste. As a Echo,” and “ Narcissus” was in contrast to this picture, we refer some respects very good; but to the exquisite St. Cecilia of Do“Claude" does not appear to advan- menichino, No. 25. tage in this gallery, and especially Our strictures

on the Carlo when contrasted with those ex- Dolci, will in part apply to the quisitely colored pictures of his “ Tomyris Queen of the Massain the gallery of lord Grosvenor, geta, ordering the head of Cyrus the “birth and decline of Rome.” to be immerged in a vessel full of

Mr. Watson Taylor's collection blood.” Even the magical pencil supplied two of the finest Van- of Rubens cannot render this picdyckes we have seen, the portraits ture beautiful to us, or atone for of Simon de Vos and his wife, the disgust arising from the sight and two small but sweetly co- of blood, and especially when so lored Ruysdael's brilliant and true applied by a woman. His “ Diana to nature, and a fine Rembrandt returning from the Chase” is landscape.

beautifully colored though coarse The view of Rome from Tivoli, in sentiment. “ St. Martin divid. by Gaspar Poussin, is finely co- ing his cloak with a beggar” is loured and very carefully wrought, also very fine. it is full of beautiful passages and No. 10 was a sweetly colored is a tasteful representation of a Cuyp. “A Shepherd with cattle delightful country; but it has be on the banks of a river.” come we suspect, very dark, from The St. George of Tintoretto, the sinking of the color into the a spirited and finely colored picground; we prefer the picture ture.

The

The pictures of the dowager mar No. 69. Gypsey Fortune Teller, chioness of Thomond have been sold to colonel Howard for 240 sold this season, amongst them guineas. (This cannot be the were some of the finest of the same picture from which Sherwin pencil of her uncle, sir Joshua made his fine print.) Reynolds.

No. 70. Piping Shepherd Boy, We can never expect to see sold to Mr. Phillips of Manchester again so many splendid pictures for 410 guineas. of this master assembled together.

Second Day. Amongst them were a few copies No. 37. Young Shepherdess of those we suspect of the hand with Lamb, sold to colonel How. of the marchioness herself; but ard for 216 guineas. it was a delightful treat to those No. 19. Hope Nursing Love, who value pictures, not for the age (the colour partly flown), sold to in which they were painted but for Mr. Morritt for 215 guineas. their intrinsic merits. This col No. 60. Portraits of sir Joshua lection must have proved to all and Jarvis, as Shepherds to lord unprejudiced persons, that sir Fitzwilliam for 410 guineas. Joshua's coloring was not fugi No. 61. Peasant Girl and Chiltive, but on the contrary that his dren with a torch, sold to Mr. pictures far exceed all modern Zacchary for 400 guineas. paintings in splendor, and that No. 62. Shepherd Boy and the grace which he gave to his Dog, sold to lord Fitzwilliam for finales was never exceeded by any 600 guineas. of the old masters. Many of the No. 63. Young St. John and pictures in which wax had been Lamb, sold to Mr. Dantz for 175 too freely used have cracked, or guineas. run down in tears, but it has sel The beautiful Cardinal Virtues dom injured the effect and deducts were all purchased by lord Norvery little from the value. We manton. will give the prices which some of Charity for 1500 guineas. the first procured.

Faith for 400 guineas.
First Day.

Hope for 650 guineas. No. 23. Sir Joshua with a book, Temperance for 600 guineas. sold to lord Normanton for 234 Justice for 1100 guineas. guineas.

Fortitude for 700 guineas. No. 61. Lady Hamilton, sold Prudence for 350 guineas. to Mr. Lambton for 202 guineas. No. 72. The Dido on the Fu.

No. 63. View from Richmond- neral Pile, sold to sir C. Long for hill, sold to Mr. J. Rogers for 155 700 guineas. guineas.

No. 73. Admiral Rodney, sold No. 65. A girl resting upon her for 115 guineas. heels embracing a favourite kit No. 74. Nymph and Cupid, or ten, sold to lord Normanton for Snake in the Grass, sold to 295 guineas.

Mr. Soane for 510 guineas. An No. 68. Girl with scarlet muff, exquisitely coloured picture, as sold to marquis Landsdown for fresh as when it came from the 255 guineas. (These two last easel. wonderfully brilliant.)

POETRY.

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

THE

[ocr errors]

THERE are two states of society, widely different in themselves,

in which genuine poetry mostly flourishes. The first, is that in which a nation just emerging from barbarism, is composed of spirits strong in imagination, and in feeling, but weak in science and the colder powers of reason; where the mind, like the country, is full of uncultivated mazes, more romantic and imposing, though less useful, than the neat enclosures of after times, and where both the virtues and the vices, have a deeper tone, than in the heart, which has worn the trammels of education and of civil life.

The second genuine poetic æra, is that in which a nation is very highly advanced in luxury, and civil refinement; when the arts and the sciences have nearly approached perfection; when true philosophy and pure taste conspire, to direct the imagination, and to permit the passions their full glow, adding delicacy to their warmth, and avoiding all that is vapid or distorted.

The space between these two æras, is filled up with all the modifications of false taste, of fashion, of conceit, of imitation, and of folly: with here and there indeed, the production of some bright genius, which shines amidst the rubbish, like a speck of gold in the surrounding earth. This state is farthest from NATURE, the other two approach her more nearly : the first, because the people are themselves in a state of unsophisticated nature; the other, because when man has run the whole round of his own inventions, pure taste will lead him back to nature, as far more true to beauty, than any deviation which he can possibly imagine.

It is to this latter æra that our nation seems at present rapidly approaching. Soundness in philosophy, and purity in taste, more distinctly mark the literature of the day, than at any former period.Mere fashion has little influence, and genuine beauty has most admirers : feeling and simple loveliness have established their claims on the heart, and most men judge for themselves, comparatively uninfluenced by any charm of name or of reputation: that which is meritorious, continually succeeds, while that which is defective, whatever exterior assistance may have been afforded it, as certainly fails.

There are many minor indications of the advance of chaste taste among us. The graceful dresses now worn, contrasted with those,

which

[merged small][ocr errors]

which in former times seemed invented for the purpose of obliterating every trace of beauty-the elegance of our buildings, of our furniture, and above all, the true love of nature, exhibited in English landscape gardening:

But of this advance of our nation in genuine poetic feeling, the shortest proof is the comparison of the writers of the present day, with those of the best part of the past century, and that before it; the majority of whom, might rather lull a reader to sleep, than kindle in his soul a single spark of poetic sympathy. We have done, it is to be hoped, for ever, with their boarding school shepherdesses, and petit maitre shepherds, their vapid and bombastic martial odes, and affected eleyies, with all the rest of their conceits, and have now returned to that portraiture of nature, from which while pure taste reigns, we shall never depart.

Never was any past age so rich in all the varied styles of poetic composition: the universe of imagination—the sparkling of the song of wit—the depth of sweet and solemn feeling, and the echo of the lokeliest chords of the human bosom, have each conspired to delight, amuse, and enchant the spirit. If in the midst of all this, some follies have appeared; it were strange indeed if a garden so fertile, did not produce some weeds.

Though it is not from the crowd of poets, by whose writings we are continually deluged, that the argument of this excellence is to be drawn, yet doubtless many names, without extensive fame, have struck their harps in winning sweetness, and captivating melody: certainly many might be selected who in years gone by, would have ranked each of them very high in the poetic list of their country, though now in the crowd they sing almost unheard, and from their works a selection might be made, of gems of every hue, and tint, serious or gay, which in themselves, would have procured for their nation, a high poetic character. Even the minor compositions for the harp and the piano, possess a glow and a sweetness of imagination, which, touched by the finger of friendship and of loveliness, sink into the heart, and lead it captive, to the combined effect of the music and the words.

Perhaps, upon the whole, Sir Walter Scott is our truest poet.His mighty genuis has proved-if indeed it required proof-that poetry is no way dependant upon rhyme. In the fascinating tales, (of which we believe him to be substantially the author,) he has interwoven as much exquisite poetry in the form of prose, as can be found in any of his avowedly poetical works.-Southey is rather a poet by art, and by study, than by nature; and although he has brought forward some good productions, he has not displayed many of those bursts of poetic possession, which lead the poet of nature captive. His “Vision of Judgment" is absolutely contemptible.—Lord Byron owes much of his celebrity to fashion, much to the boldness of his sentiments, to his intensity of expression, and it is to be feared to the impurity of his ideas: but who that reads his works, does not perceive his powers, great as they undoubtedly are, to be far over-rated by present

opinion

opinion-an opinion which a few years will change, and he will then find his level in a lower class of genuine poetry. His flights are but too often those of deranged feeling, a spirit diseased, and a conception distorted. Among all the characters he has drawn, there is not one true to Nature, not even to the insane nature which he depicts; nor can he, like the author of Waverly, dart as it were his own soul into the person of the portrait, and make it to think and speak in genuine character. This ability, so peculiarly Shakspeare's, no way belongs to Lord Byron. He also makes much too free with the phrases and lines of former writers, to be entirely exempt from the charge of plagiarism.-Moore, is the writer, whose Lyrics will ever be dear to the heart, as the choicest sparks of feeling: but he is a Lyric writer solely, and even his Lalla Rookh, might be divided into a great number of beautiful little lyrics. He is the miniature painter of poetry, delicate and beauteous in the extreme, but, a writer simply lyrical, does not rank so high in reputation as one whose productions are of loftier pretensions: but Moore has called music to his assistance,- he is the poet of our parlors, and the performance of his works, by those whom we love, adds to them, above most, a chain of endearing, and delightful association

SONG
By Sir Walter Scott.

Twist ye, twine ye, ever so
Mingle shades of joy and woe,
Hope and fear, and peace and strife,
Weave the thread of human life!
While the mystic twist is spinning,
And the infant's life beginning,
Dimly seen through twilight bending,
Lo! what varied shapes attending!
Passions wild, and follies vain,
Pleasures, soon exchanged for pain,
Hope and fear, and peace and strife,
Form the thread of human life!

;

THE MAID'S REMONSTRANCE.
(From an unpublished Opera, by T'. Campbell, Esq.)

Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-born heart pursuing,
Read
you not the

wrongs you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All
my

life with sorrow strewing,
Wed-or cease to woo.

L

Rivals

« ПредишнаНапред »