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From The Athenæum. -and “after life's fitful fever they sleep well." THE HISTORICAL PORTRAIT GAL-Galileo has long ago risen from his knees be.

LERY AT THE SYDENHAM PAL-fore the Inquisition, and, in spite of Holy Of ACE.

fice and red-legged Cardinals, the world still

moves round the sun. Tasso has long since A CERTAIN feeling of awe creeps over the left the madman's narrow dungeon at Ferrara mind of the spectator who stays even for a for the narrower grave, and Dante has ere few minutes to muse in these long avenues of this rejoined his Beatrice in Paradise. Posthe “ Pantheon of History.” We can now in terity has paid Correggio what his contemsome degree imagine what a Roman patrician poraries refused, and Milton's poems are no must have felt when he walked through the longer despised. hall of his fathers and saw the waxen images It does the loiterer good to look around and of his ancestors on either hand; smiling as remember how Time works its revenges, and his fancy might conceive at his virtues or how justice denied by one age is granted by frowning at his vices; and we can now con- another. Here is the proud Torregiano, who ceive the feelings with which an Egyptian broke to pieces the statue he had wrought for monarch may have beheld those embalmed the niggardly hidalgo that refused him his hire, bodies of his predecessors, which had for a and who died forgotten in a Spanish dungeon, thousand years mocked at corruption and the now become a crowned king among men.

The unit man looks small amid this Here is the still prouder Michael Angelo, his great multitude of the chosen sons of nature— fellow student, whose nose he broke by an anof those who being dead are yet speaking to gry blow as they were working together, him from the tomb. We feel as if we were modelling an antique statue in the princely pacing some silent desert of a Purgatorial re- garden of the Medici,- that same Angelo gion, surrounded by pale, voiceless faces which whom a paltry noble compelled in his youth something tells us are but the mere vanguard to mould a frail statue of snow in the courtof those shadowy legions which memory can yard, that he might mock his useless labor so quickly summon up from their long sleep from his palace window. Where is the sculpto repeople earth.

tor now, and where the noble in the memory In this Court the dead Painters environ us, of men Here is the meek Racine, who was from saintly Giotto and Fra Angelico, to Ra- slain by an angry look from that blubberphael, beautiful as an angel, and Rubens, cheeked king whom nobody stays to look at, courteous and lordly as the kings whose courts and near him is the satirical Boileau who rehe visited ;-the dead Poets hem us in, from corded Louis's glory. Dante, visionary and mournful, to Ariosto, gay We see again Beethoven in his old age, and chivalrous ;—and the dead Musicians gird deaf to all the sounds he loved so much, us round, from Palestrina, with the high, sad Haydn, though blind, still groping over the brow, to Mozart, lively as the Viennese who keys of the organ, - Buonarotti, when dim of adopted bim ;-and far without, in very dis- sight, having the antique torso brought to him tant circles of a lower heaven, are crowding that he might feel it, though he could not see Kings and Warriors, from pious Louis to the its beauty, -- and Milton, though sightless, thick-lipped Bourbon, from heroic Bayard to writing of the beauties from which he was the mounteback Murat, and from the falcon- ever shut out. The groping of these casts in eyed De Foix to the ill-starred Lannes.

this manner supplies an artificial aid to the A few glances here, and all modern history memory, and all the reading of a life unwinds rises before the eye in conflicting images that itself as we gaze at face after face of these obliterate each other, and shift like the colors dead patriarchs of thought. These are the in a kaleidoscope. As we behold the Austrian conquerors over time and oblivion - (the past beauty of the daughter of Maria Theresa, the is alone indestructible and unreachable by French Revolution “ rushes red on the sight,” destiny), they whose names are immortal --and as we turn to look at the calm austerity and imperishable as long as the human race of the blind Milton, our own Civil War gives survives to extend their conquests and perpetrise to thoughts of the black scaffold and the uate their fame. Let us stop a moment before red axe, of the Whitehall window, and the this cast of David, not King David, but the judgment seat at Westminster. Petrarch, great artist-painter of the French Revolution, dead in his study, recalls Tasso dying at the butcher of the Convention, and the painter Rome while the laurel crown was even then of Napoleon. His face is coarse and brutal,wreathing for him in the Capitol,--and Ra- his mouth hideously distorted. He is just the phael, lying in state before his own picture of man you can imagine shouting to his col

The Transfiguration,' reminds us of the sad- leagues, in the language of his own art, “We der scene of Haydon, fallen dead and mangled must grind some more red,” as the tumbril before the unfinished creation of his genius. jolted by, with the pikes clashing before it, Peace has come at last to these heroic souls, amid the jeers of the "insulteuses" and the

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HISTORICAL PORTRAIT GALLERY AT SYDENHAM PALACE.

hoarse yelling of the Marseillaise, while the smith, with the perceptive faculties swelling

poissardes who reeled after, tossing up their out in a bar above his deep eyes; in short, he red caps to the cry of “Ca ira, ca ira, les presents the rough sketch of the noble face aristocrats a la lanterne !” Not far off is which we see realized in his friend and conMadame Dubarry, who once heard those cries temporary, Sebastian del Piombo, wbose front that drowned her shrieks as she passed on to and beard are like the Phidian Jove, and who the place of death. The unblushing forehead might have served Buonarotti as model for of thc quondam milliner—the wife of Le Roue, his Moses. In all the faces you may discern and the mistress of a king. the harlot in youth the truth of the remark, made by that acute and saint in age, who escaped death when she observer and good pious visionary Lavater, was guilty and suffered when she became in- that the eyebrows of the English and the noses nocent is hard, round, small and prominent of the French are the chief features of their Her small, pert, grisette features, slender neck, respective great men. Henry the Fourth, and full bust, are not very unlike those of Sully, Montaigne, are all remarkable for the Marie Antoinette, except that those little bold, broad-ridged nose, with its dilated nospouting lips have not the Negro-like fullness trils; and Shakspeare, Bacon, Newton, have of the Austrian race; and the gaze is more all the low, full, meditative eyebrows, the impudent and wanton, and less capable of very reverse of the fantastic, high-arched, being roused into the heroic. She is one wandering ones of Francis the First.

" Non neither able to dare nor to suffer.

cuique datum est habere nasum” (it is not The casts are divided into four sections;- given to every one to have a nose), says the English, the French, the German, and the Lavater plaintively, forgetting that to some Italian. The first abounds chiefly with illus- the gods grant too much nose, as he might trious moderns; the French with the illuminati have seen in a moment in the looking-glass. of the “Grand Monarque" and Revolutionary The Painters form here an interesting series : periods, and with a fair sprinkling of the --from the monastic, calm, pious contemplaearlier kings; the German includes their tive faces of Fra Angelico and Masaccio, with chief poets and philosophers, and many of the whom painting was rather an aspiration and a more recent statesmen ; and the Italian is rich religious duty than a trade,-to the solemn, in the old painters, and comprises a few poets aristocratic Venetians, who became rich and and dramatists.

ennobled by their art, and the great men who The ugliest of all ancient and modern great pursued art as a passion, like Michael Angelo, men seem Galileo, Socrates, and Pitt; Machi- the Barseker, and Raphael, sweet-eyed and avelli and Calhoun coming in a good second. saintly,—and so on to the full-blooded, vigor Galileo, like Socrates, has a short, thick, fleshy ous Flemings, with whom Art was both a trade nose, long upper lip, and prominent cheek- and a dignity, but not a religion. How we bones;-Socrates, not unlike a vulgar Silenus, group them together when we think of Titian was accustomed to say that his face, in spite visited by Michael Angelo, the friend of Raof the apparent contradiction, was a great phel and Giulio Romano; or of Velasquez argument in favor of physiognomy, for that walking at night with Claude and Poussin on by nature he had all those bad passions that the rampart at Rome, while Guido was painthis features indicated, but wisdom had taught ing his “ Aurora” in the same city, and Alhim to subdue them. Pitt has a bowsprit of a bano too was there not idle; or we see Runose, a pert hook-shaped appendage, on which bens, a very king among painters, busy at bis his enemies used to say, *he dangled the Descent from the Cross,” while robust Jor Opposition,” the most unpromising nose that daens and Snyders, Brauwer and young, Te genius ever blew. Machiavelli is a small, wiers are looking on. Here is Giotto, whom wizen, and tight-skinned looking Jesuit, with Cimabue took from tending sheep; and the the cold cunning ferocity of a wild-cat hidden Carracci, the sons of a poor tailor, like Andrea beneath the white-floured skin of a priest. del Sarto; and here is the slow, sure-witted Calhoun is a gaunt, emaciated giant, like a Domenicheno, whom the savage cutthroat consumptive back woodsman, and his angular Spagnoletto persecuted to death; and Guido, features seem worked by the external machine- the Carracci's pupil, who escaped with difficulry of those whipcord veins and that shrivelled ty the same fate only to die more miserably cordage of muscles that hang like loose rigging than Correggio. We see here those enthuabout his hollow-eyed visage. The great siasts to whom Art was all in all,—who sat be Michael Angelo, too, in spite of his pure aspi- side the galley slaves as they toiled, to watch rations and noble extraction, appears scarcely the straining muscles, and who exposed themmore comely than the illustrious men here selves to the risk of shipwreck for the sake of selected for their pre-eminence in ugliness. a marine effect. He has a heavy brow, coarse, blunt, almost Among the great Composers we see the savage face of a bullying stone-mason, and the usual peculiarity of the physiognomy, followprotruding cheek-bones of a highland black-ling the changes of a century. Palestrina is austere and calm ; Cimarosa sensual and fat ;| faces of its kings. In crowned murderer and Hydn has a little of the petit-maitre about him; crowned adulterer you may trace every gradabut the democratic Beethoven, whom he pro- tion of human criminality and human folly, phesied would turn out a mere pianist, looks from the lust and vanity of Francis the First sublime, with his deep eyes, suffering face, and to the blood-sucking fanaticism of Charles the bair like a wild beast's mane.

Ninth,—the inflated greed of Louis the FourThere are several casts here of the Cæsar- teenth, and the refined degradation of Louis like head of Napoleon,--the very type of Quinze. Here is Louis the Eleventh-his. dominion and serene, cold, imperturbable wrinkled face drawn down with superstitious wisdom; but Canova's and Thorwaldsen's terror, and wrung by fear rather than by rebusts, though both grand and calm, fail in pentance,-Henry the Fourth, bold and sagapoint of actual portraiture when compared cious; but unprincipled, vain, and lewd, with the miniatures of Isabet, or the leonine Charles the Ninth, a sort of royal pickpocket, faces that Delaroche and David have painted with a hang-dog, Jack Sheppard face, moro In Isabet you trace the great Corsican, from fit for the galley bench than the seat of state, the pale, cynical

, melancholy young officer of Francis the First, headstrong and weak,artillery, and the grave, conscious dignity of Louis the Twelfth, ugly and heartless, in spite the Consul, to the unhealthy and flabby fea- of Brantome's opinion that he had “ un visage tures of the latter Emperor, when, as Lamar- doux et bon,” and Louis the Fifteenth, with his tine says, his face appeared as if gilded by the retreating forehead, fleshy jowl, and sensual bile that tinged his blood, and when his head under lip. habitually hung down, like Wordsworth's, Behind these come a crowd of illustrious heavy with trance-like meditation, and “le Frenchmen. Voltaire—the incarnation of a petit caporal” of the Fantassins had become, sneer, - with his hollow piercing eyes, project in the soldier's language, le père pensif” of ing under lip, and pointed chin Descartes, the Old Guard. Round this eagle cluster the wild, furrowed, and haggard,--the most imageaglets. Here are all the Marshals, whom his inative looking of severe thinkers; who exe keen eye detected, like Alexander, in every plained creation by the most absurd and poetrank of life :-Murat, the landlord's son; Junot ical of hypotheses, and convinced himself that and Ney, the poor privates ; Bernadotte, the there was a God hy the most daring of specubrave sergeant; Massena, the vinter's hoy; lations. Here is Sully, the very model of a and Kleber, the young architect. Here too, statesman; grave, wise, and thoughtful

, strangeis Hoche, the stable-boy, who once dared to ly contrasted with the fixed stony faces and land in Ireland; Moreau, the renegade, and compressed lips of such modern diplomatists Desaix, whom Bonaparte wept for at Maren- as Manteufel and Von Stein. go; and Lannes, whose mind, he said, was Of the antique casts we have no room to continually growing, and who resembled an speak. It is singular to observe that when the old Roman rather than a French marshal. Greek strove to convey a low type of humanOf this invincible band few were native ity, as in the Faun or Silenus, its face has Frenchmen. Junot was a Swiss, Macdonald European analogies. The Roman heads rea Scotchman, and Kellerman and Kleber were semble ours in many respects; and the deprav. Germans. Here is Kleber, whom Napoleon ed women of the Imperial times, as Faustina, said sometimes slept, but when he awoke it Agrippina, etc., have the hard round forehead was the awakening of the lion---looking eager and small weak chin which became the marked as if trying to pierce the battle-smoke, up- feature of the Louis Quinze age, or may be raised like a Vulcan starting from his forge; traced in the sleepy-eyed, languid beauties of -Hoche, handsome as Murat, and less theat- Lely and of Kneller. It is impossible to deny rical than that “ King Franconi";—and Mar- that every century seems to have impressed ceau, proud, beautiful, and cruel as a Catiline. its peculiar crimes and virtues, and its hopes

The Poets muster strong, and elbow the and struggles, on the faces of its great men. very kings who let them starve. Here is that The Elizabethan face is finely oval; the eyes Corneille, whom Racine petitioned for so meditative, the forehead high and arched, and warmly; and who, nevertheless, died in pov- the chin firm and well rounded. The George erty and neglect, while France was still read- the Second visage is fleshy and full, the chin ing the “ Cid” with wonder and delight. Here small and fat, the lower jaw heavy, the neck is Tasso, sad-eyed, but calm,-Ariosto, viva- thick, and the cheeks full and furrowed. The cious and wild-and Dante, thin-cheeked and fifteenth century forehead is square, — the suffering, -Metastasio, the boy who was found seventeenth, round, the thirteenth, flat and a poor improvisatore in the streets, now full wide,—the eighteenth, full and swelling over wigged and heavy jowled, -Petrarch, digni- the eyes. We believe that in the present day fied and majestic,--and Goldoni, intelligent a better type of physiogomy is beginning to and acute.

appear :-the face grows more oval, the foreOne may read a nation's history here in the head higher and fuller, the lips smaller and

firmer, the nose nobler and straighter. Napo-| less materialism. A pure school of poetry leon's was a model for a head,- Byron, Shel- has arisen, drawing its images direct from ley, Southey, Wordsworth, and Keats were Nature, and appealing to the common heart spiritual and handsome. Most of our living a school of painting has sprung up side by authors present much more of the Elizabethan side, originating from it, and likely to rival it type. Refinement of manners is already per- in renown. With the peaked beard vanished ceptible on the national features. Club life chivalry,—with the full-bottomed wig Renaismay be as selfish as tavern life, but it is purer sance poetry,—and with the revival of a taste and healthier. There is more religion now for Gothic Art is now coming back all that and more decorum,-more earnestness and was worthy of preservation in the Middle Ages.

From The Spectator. Mr. Davis a penetrating acumen or a very

graphic power. He belongs too completely EVENINGS IN MY TENT.*

to a missionary school, with its small views of The principal subject of Evenings in My things, and its mannerism of thought and style. Tent, (which seems to take its title from the When there is character in an incident, a place of its composition,) is travels through scene, or an anecdote, he may be able to preTunis

, performed under more advantageous serve it; but he wants vigorous power and circumstances than generally attended the artist-like skill to bring before his reader the African explorer. The heir apparent to the everyday life and appearance of the Tunisian throne made a sort of military and fiscal pro

territory, fresh and remarkable as they often gress into the interior as far as Neftah, in lati- seem to be. tude 33 S. longitude about 8 E.; and the

Some space is given to reports of contro Reverend Mr. Davis accompanied him as one yersial dialogues between Mohammedans and of his suite. Though Tunis is the site of Car- Jews; the latter being mostly in a wretched thage and other ancient to vns, and exhibits state of ignorance. There are sketches of the Moorish and Arab manners in a less adul-manners really interesting, -as the following tered state than the neighboring territory of account of divorce. Algiers, the region is probably more remarkable in 'its associations than in itself

. We sus- lies was such as to induce me to believe that

“My first impression on visiting several famipect, however, that Mr. Davis is not altogether greater domestic happiness prevailed here than fitted to travel advantageously, so far as a in the Mohammedan cities on the coast. The narrative of his travels is concerned. He has females are not kept in distinct and separate long been familiar with the Orientals, not only apartments; nor do they even cover their faces in Barbary, but in Syria, apparently as a mis- when in the presence of strangers, but appear sionary. He is versed in Arabic and other perfectly free, and seem exceedingly affable. Eastern tongues, and skilled in controversy, But, though free from restrictions of this kind, which Mohammedans rather affect. The cir-I soon discovered that domestic happiness was cumstances under which he travelled were nevertheless marred, and that Mohammedan fe. very favorable. The cortege of Sidi Moham- males had, even here, cause to groan under the med Bey rather resembled an ancient patri- Discord, contention, and strife, have their sway

corrupt legislation of the Prophet of Mecca. archal movement than the march of a modern here, and that principally the result of the licenarmy in our sense ; so that while the patron- tious and unnatural system of polygamy: age of the Bey—"a most enlightened man “When on the coast, I had frequently occa-gave the traveller security and facilities of sion to see the evil resulting from this portion observation, it enabled him to study Eastern of Mohammed's legislation. Families are often life as exhibited in the emigration of tribes or broken up, ties of the most sacred character are peoples. Something of this, as well as of severed, and animosity and hatred may be seen Moorish and Arab manners and character, prevailing where harmony and love ought to is preserved in Mr. Davis's pages. There are and the facility with which the same may be pro

reign. The trivial causes which justify a divorce, striking pictures on the march, in the camp, cured, must be regarded as intimately connected and in the so-called towns. The reader who with that baneful system. To illustrate this, I carefully peruses Evenings in My Tent to ex- have simply to narrate an anecdote in which I tract from it the information which it contains, myself have played a very prominent part. will be able to draw from it a good deal of * A servant of mine, of the name of Ali, once matter. This information, however, is mixed very pressingly applied for leave to go out for a up with much that is trivial, or of slender re- short time. It was not my custom to inquire lation to the immediate subject, or uninterest- into the nature of his business; but on that 00ing and verbose. Nature has not given to casion something unaccountable prompted me answered, “ To give my wife this divorce; and into their unknown graves, shall endure for ages sball soon be back, Arfi—my master.”

to put the question, “And where are you going * By the Rov. N. Davis, F. R. S. S. A Holding up a piece of paper, he very coolly

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on ages. It cannot be removed or altered; it "To give your wife a divorce ! Well, you rests for ever there. The vast temple-columns may go; but remember, if you divorce her, I shall not be transplanted; the sculptured giants from this very moment divorce you.'

shall sit supporting the rock they are carved “ Handing me the paper, Ali exclaimed, 'Here, from while there remains a rock to support.master, take it! on such conditions I shall not Spectator. divorce my wife.'

“The following is my translation of the di. vorce, the cost of which is only a few pence*** Praise to God! Ali Ben Salem Suri, from The following narrative of danger and preserva

AN INCIDENT IN ATLANTIC STEAMING.Soof, of the tribe of Sakim, one of the porters tion is related by a passenger on board a steamer of Bab Almanorah, divorced his wife, the chaste Buka, the daughter of Chami, of the same tribe, which recently performed the voyage from Liv. of the sons of my Lord Ann. This divorce is erpool to New York :—" For the first three days the first she has from this husband, according to moderated, and we continued on our way with

we had very bad weather, but it soon afterwards their confession. She was present [before the notary) when he returned to her the contract of out accident till we run into a dense fog on the marriage and the rest of her dowry. He also banks of Newfoundland. Believing that we were pays her expenses for the time fixed in which clear, and, indeed, far to the southward of the she cannot be married to another, (four months, ice, the captain was going full instead of slow also the house-rent during the above-mentioned speed, as is usual on the banks, when all at once, time, and all other things of the same nature. a gigantic iceberg was looming in the mist. The

right before us, and within 100 yards of our hows, They agreed that she is to give him, for the pose of being delivered from him, one hundred top was considerably higher than the topgallant piastres (about £3 10s.) current money. This yard, and it covered as far as we could see, passsum she will pay in two instalments ; now fifty, The captain looked as if he had been struck in

ing it quickly as we did, a large extent of water. and the other fifty after four months, if she lives. She confessed that she is not in the family way, not speak to give the necessary orders. But the

the face, and, though his lips moved, he could nor does she even doubt of being so. Upon such

second conditions she was divorced.

mate, who was there, shouted to the men “* That the above parties were in their perfect at the wheel as if he would crack his voice, and senses on the ninth of the month Alkadi, (the

all the passengers, who rushed on deck in a morespected,) of the year five and fifty, and two ment at the first alarm, took it up. A moment hundred and one thousand, (of the Hejira,) is more-ten seconds more-and our bows would certified by

have been flattened to the foremast, for we were • The humble of the Lord, AHMED, son of going nearly thirteen knots an hour; but we just Ali Almakbi;

cleared it. The paddle-box was within twelve And by MOHAMMED ALHANNAH.

feet of it; one could easily have jumped upon The help of God be upon all! By His but, though we went slow for about an hour, dur

it. Some of the Indies fainted with the fright, favor. Amen.'”

ing which time we saw two other bergs, you will hardly believe that at the end of that time, just

as night set in, with a fog still on the water so The thought which the Egyptians derived thick that, standing on deck, you could not see from Nature most absorbingly, and expressed the light on the foremast head, the captain went most distinctly, was that of repose. To their on full speed agnin, and did not slacken all eyes, assuredly, Nature was not "a perpetual night. There was very nearly a mutiny among flux,” but a perpetual endeavor towards rest. the passengers. Some of them were captains of The endeavor was the dust of the race, the re. ships trading in these scas themselves, and they pose its crown.

all unanimously condemned it. Of course no

one can presume even to speak to a captain in “Rest, rest, for ever rest,

his own ship about what he chooses to do, but Spread over brow and breast:

his own officers were as nervous as we. We had Her face is toward the West,

prayers in the cabin for the passengers and crew, The purple land.”

to return thanks for our preservation, and during

the whole of that night I fancy many people Monotony is one feature of repose: and the said prayers that perhaps never did before. I Egyptians have it. The ruling sentiment re never, for my part, passed such a night in my sides in a single seated figure, the legs straight, life, at least till I went asleep, at about twelve fixed, and identical, the hands spread on the or half-past. Most of the passengers and crew knces, the head poised without either raising or were collected in little knots, discussing our depression, the eyes set forward; but it resides chance of escape, and there were we crashing on far more than fiftvfold in fifty such figures. The through mist and darkness with the chance of huge inass and colossal scale of Egyptian art are going at any moment into an invisible iceberganother feature of repose, forming in themselves in which case, as the captain afterwards admita characteristic nationally distinctive, yet still ted, we should have been down in five minutes subordinate in expression io the Icading thought. without a chance of any of us being heard of The pyramid, the labor of whose building has again."— The Press. consumed years and ground down thousands

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