excels in depicting a certain kind of looking at these galley-slares, " They sentiment, and in the vulgar, which are portraits," and very much affected is often too the true, pathetic. his companion seemed by the in

Steuben has painted many scores formation. of Napoleons; and his picture of Of a similar virtuous interest is Napoleon this year brings num- 705, by M. Finart. “A Family of bers of admiring people round it. African Colonists carried off by The emperor is seated on a sofa, Abdel-Kader." There is the poor reading dispatches ; and the little male colonist without a single thing King of Rome, in a white muslin on but a rope round his wrists. His frock, with his hair beautifully curled, silver skin is dabbled with his golden slumbers on his papa's knee. What blood, and he looks up to heaven as a contrast! The conqueror of the the Arabs are poking him on with the world, the stern warrior, the great tips of their horrid spears. Behind giver of laws and ruler of nations, he him come his flocks and herds, and dare not move because the little other members of his family. In baby is asleep; and he would not front, principal figure, is his angelic disturb him for all the kingdoms he wife, in her night-gown, and in the knows so well how to conquer. This arms of an odious blackamoor on is not art, if you please; but it is horseback. Poor thing-poor thing! pleasant to see fat, good-natured she is kicking, and struggling, and mothers and grandmothers clustered resisting as hard as she possibly can. round this picture, and looking at it 485. 66 The Two Friends." Dewith solemn eyes. The same painter bay. has an Esmeralda dancing and frisking in her night-gown, and playing “ Deux jeunes femmes se donnent le the tambourine to her goat, capering gage le plus sacré d'une amitié sincère, likewise. This picture is so delight

dans un acte de dévoùment et de recon

naissance. fully bad, the little gipsy has such a killing ogle, that all the world ad

“ L'une d'elles, faible, exténuée d'ef

forts inutilement tentés pour allaiter, démires it. M. Steuben should send it

couvre son sein tari, cause du dépérisse. to London, where it would be sure of

ment de son enfant. Sa douleur est a gigantic success.

comprise par son amie, à qui la santé M. Grenier has a piece much permet d'ajouter au bonheur de nourrir looked at, in the bourgeois liné. son propre enfant, celui de rappeler à la Some rogues of gipsies, or mounte- vie le fils mourant de sa compagne." banks, have kidnapped a fine fat child, and are stripping it of its M. Debay's pictures are not bad, pretty clothes ; and poor baby is as most of the others here mentioned crying; and the gipsy-woman hold- as appertaining to the bourgeois ing up her finger, and threatening ; class; but, good or bad, I can't but and the he-mountebank is lying on a own that I like to see these honest, bank, smoking his pipe,--the callous hearty representations, which work monster! Preciously they will ill- upon good simple feeling in a good treat that dear little darling, if jus- downright way; and if not works of tice do not overtake them,-if, art, are certainly works that can do a if. But, thank Heaven! there in great deal of good, and make honest the corner come the police, and they people happy. Who is the man will have that pipe-smoking scoun- that despises melodramas? I swear drel off to the galleys before five that T. P. Cooke is a benefactor to minutes are over.

mankind. Away with him who has 1056. A picture of the galleys. no stomach for such kind of enterTwo galley-slaves are before you, and tainments, where vice is always the piece is called, “ A Crime and a punished, where virtue always meets Fault.” The poor “ Fault” is sitting its reward; where Mrs. James Vinon a stone, looking very repentant ing is always sure to be made comand unhappy indeed. The great fortable somewhere at the end of the “ Crime" stands grinning you in the third act; and if 0. Smith is lying in face, smoking his pipe. The ruffian! agonies of death, in red breeches, on That pipe seems to be a great mark the front of the stage, or bas just of callosity in ruffians. I heard one gone off in a flash of fire down one of man whisper to another, as they were the traps, I know it is only make


believe on his part, and believe him enemys and especially one fellow to be a good, kind-hearted fellow, standing on a bank with his bayonet that would not do harm to mortal! placed in the attitude for receiving So much for pictures of the serious the charge, and actually charged by melo-dramatic sort.

a whole regiment of Cossacks,- a M. Biard, whose picture of the complete pulk, my dear madam, “ Slave-trade" made so much noise coming on in three lines, with their in London last year—and indeed it lances pointed against this undaunted is as fine as Hogarth,— has this year warrior of France. I believe Monmany comic pieces, and a series re- sicur Thiers sat for the portrait, or presenting the present majesty of else the editor of the Cowrier France when Duke of Orleans, un- Français,-the two men in this beldergoing various perils by land and ligerent nation who are the belligeby water. There is much good in rentest. A propos of Thiers; the these pieces; but I mean no disre- Nouvelles à la Main have a good spect in saying I like the comic ones story of this little sham Napoleon. best.

There is one entitled - Une When the second son of the Duke of Distraction." A National Guard is Orleans was born (I forget his royal amusing himself by catching flies. highness's title), news was brought You can't fail to laugh when you to Monsieur Thiers. He was told see it. There is “Le Gros Péché," and the princess was well, and asked the the biggest of all sins, no less than a courier who brought the news, drum-major confessing. You can't “ Comment se portait le Roi de see the monster's face, which the Rome " It may be said, in confipainter has wisely hidden behind the dence, that there is not a single word curtain, as beyond the reach of art; of truth in the story. But what of but you see the priest's, and, murder! that? Are not sham stories as good what a sin it must be that the big as real ones ? Ask M. Leullier ; tambour has just imparted to him! who, in spite of all that has been All the French critics sneer at Biard, said and written upon a certain seaas they do at Paul de Kock, for not fight, has actually this year come being artistical enough; but I do not forward with his think these gentlemen need mind the sneer : they have the millions with 1311 - Héroïsme de l'Equipage du them, as Feargus O'Connor says, and

Vaisseur le Vengeur, 4 Juin, 1794.

" Après avoir soutenu longtemps un they are good judges, after all.

combat acharné contre trois vaisseaux Å great comfort it is to think that

Anglais, le vaisseau le Vengeur avait there is a reasonable prospect that, perdu la moitié de son équipage, le reste for the future, very few more battle- était blessé pour la plupart : lo second pieces will be painted. They have capitaine avait été coupé en deux par un used up all the victories, and Ver- boulet; le vaisseau était rasé par le feu sailles is almost full. So this year,

de l'ennemi, sa mature abattue, ses flancs much to my happiness, only a few criblés par les boulets étaient ouverts de yards of warlike canvass are ex

toutes parts; sa cale se remplissait à vue hibited in place of the furlongs which

d'ail; il s'enfonçait dans la mer.

Les one was called upon to examine in

marins qui restent sur son bord servent

la batterie basse jusqu'à ce qu'elle se former exhibitions. One retreat from

trouve au niveau de la mer; quand elle Moscow is there, and one storming of

va disparaître, ils s'élancent dans la se. El Gibbet, or El Arish, or some conde, où ils répètent la même manæuvre; such place, in Africa. In the latter celle-ci engloutie, ils montent sur le picture, you see a thousand fellows, in pont. Un tronçon de mat d'artimon resToose red pantaloons, rushing up a tait encore debout; leurs pavillons en hill with base heathen Turks on the lambeaux y sont cloués; puis, réunissant top, who are firing off guns, cara

instinctivement leurs volontés en une bines, and other pieces of ordnance,

seule pensée, ils veulent périr avec le at them. All this is very well

navire qui leur a été confié. Tous, com

battants, blessés, mourants se raniment: painted by Monsieur Bollangé, and the rush of red breeches has a queer

un cri immense s'élève, répété sur toutes

les parties du tillac : Vive la Republique ! and pleasing appearance.

In the

Vive la France. . Le Vengeur coule.. les Russian piece, you have frozen men cris continuent; tous les bras sont and cattle; mothers embracing their dressés au ciel, et ces braves, préférant offspring; grenadiers scowling at the la mort à la captivité, emportent tri

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omphalement leur pavillon dans culotte was right; and I have no glorieux tombeau."-France Maritime. doubt, that if all the Vengeur's crew

I think Mr. Thomas Carlyle is in could rise from the dead, and that the occasional habit of calling lies English cox-or boat-swain, who wind-bags. This wind-bag, one would was last on board the ship, * of which have thought, exploded last year; he and his comrades had possession, but no such thing. You can't sink and had to swim for his life, could it, do what you will; it always comes come forward, and swear to the real bouncing up to the surface again, story, I make no doubt that the where it swims and bobs about gaily Frenchmen would not believe it. for the admiration of all. This lie Only one I know, my friend Julius, the Frenchman will believe; all the who, ever since the tale has been papers talk gravely about the affair told to him, has been crying it into of the Vengeur, as if an established all ears and in all societies, and fact : and I heard the matter dis- vows he is perfectly hoarse with posed of by some artists the other telling it. day in a very satisfactory manner. As for M. Leullier's picture, there One has always the gratification, in is really a great deal of good in it. all French societies where the matter Fellows embracing each other, and is discussed, of telling the real story holding up hands and eyes to hea(or if the subject be not discussed, of ven; and in the distance an English bringing the conversation round to ship, with the crew in red coats, firing it, and then telling the real story); away on the doomed vessel. Possibly, one has always this gratification, and they are only marines whom we see; a great, wicked, delightful one it is, but as I once beheld several English -you make the whole company un- naval officers in a play habited in comfortable at once ; you narrate top-boots, perhaps the legend in the history in a calm, good-humoured, France may be, that the navy, like dispassionate tone; and as you pro- the army, with us, is caparisoned in ceed, you see the different person- scarlet. A good subject for another ages of the audience looking uneasily historical picture would be Camat one another, and bursting out oc- bronne, saying, “ La Garde meurt casionally with a “ Mais cependant;" mais ne se rend pas." I have bought but you continue your tale with per- a couple of engravings of the Vengeur fect suavity of manner, and have the and Cambronne, and shall be glad to satisfaction of knowing that you have make a little historical collection of stuck a dagger into the heart of every facts similarly authenticated. single person using it.

Accursed, I say, be all uniform Telling, I say, this story to some coats of blue or of red; all ye epaulets artists who were

examining M.

and sabertashes; all ye guns, shrapLeullier's picture, and I trust that nels, and musketoons; all ye silken many scores of persons besides were banners embroidered with bloody listening to the conversation, one of reminiscences of successful fights: them replied to my assertion, that down-down to the bottomless pit Captain Renaudin's letters were ex- with you all, and let honest men live tant, and that the whole affair was a and love each other without you ! humbug, in the following way. What business have I, forsooth, to

“Sir," said he, “ the sinking of the plume myself because the Duké of Vengeur is an established fact of his- Wellington beat the French in Spain tory. It is completely proved by the and elsewhere; and kindle as I read documents of the time; and as for the tale, and fancy myself of a heroic the letters of Captain Renaudin of stock, because my uncle Tom was at which you speak, have we not had an the battle of Waterloo, and because example the other day of some pre- we beat Napoleon there?

Who are tended letters of Louis Philippe's we, in the name of Beelzebub ? Did which were published in a newspa- we ever fight in our lives? Have we per here? And what, sir, were the slightest inclination for fighting those letters ? Forgeries!"

and murdering one another? Why Q. E. D. Every body said sans- are we to go on hating one another

The writer heard of this man from an English captain in the navy, who had bim on board his ship.

our Own

from generation to generation, swell- and therefore put down here in a ing up our little bosoms with absurd new fashion). Why do you laugh, national conceit, strutting and crow- forsooth? Why do you not laugh ? ing over our neighbours, and longing If donkeys' ears are a matter of to be at fistycutts with them again? laughter, surely we may laugh at As Aristotle remarks, in war there them when growing on are always two parties; and though skulls. it often happens that both declare Take a couple of instances from themselves to be victorious, it still is 66 actual life, as the fashionable generally the case that one party beats novel-puffers say: and the other is beaten. The con- A little, fat, silly woman, who in queror is thus filled with national

no country but this would ever have pride, and the conquered with national pretensions to beauty, has lately set hatred and a desire to do better next up a circulating library in our street. time. If he has his revenge and beats She lends the five-frane editions of his opponent as desired, these agree- the English novels, as well as the able feelings are reversed, and so Pride romances of her own country, and I and Hatred continue in sæcula sæcu- have had several of the former works lorum, and ribands and orders are of fiction from her store : Bulwer's given away, and great men rise Night and Morning, very pleasant, and flourish. * Remember you are

kind-hearted reading; Peter Priggins, Britons!" cries our general ; “ there an astonishing work of slang, that is the enemy, and d 'em, give 'em ought to be translated if but to give the bayonet !” Ilurrah! helter skelter, Europe an idea of what a gay young load and fire, cut and thrust, down gentleman in England sometimes is; they go!“ Soldats! dans ce moment and other novels--never mind what. terrible la France vous regarde ! But to revert to the fat woman. Vive l'Empereur !" shouts Jacques She sits all day ogling and simperBonhomme, and his sword is through ing behind her little counter; and your ribs in a twinkling. “Children!” from the slow, prim, precise way in roars Feld - marechal Sauerkraut, which she lets her silly sentences slip * men of Hohenzollernsigmaringen! through her mouth, you see at once remember the eyes of Vaterland are that she is quite satisfied with them, upon you!" and murder again is the and expects that every customer consequence. Tomahee-tereboo leads should give her an opportunity of on the Ashantees with the very same uttering a few of them for his benefit. war-cry, and they eat all their pri- Going there for a book, I always find soners with true patriotic canni- myself entangled in a quarter of an balism.

hour's conversation. Thus the great truth is handed This is carried on in not very bad down from father to son, that French on my part; at least I find

that when I say something genteel A Briton,

to the library - woman, she is not A Frenchman, An Ashantee,

is superior to all the at a loss to understand me, and we A Hobenzollernsig

rest of the world; have passed already many minutes in maringenite, &c.

this kind of intercourse. Two days

since, returning Night and Morning and by this truth the dullards of the to the library-lady and demanding respective nations swear, and by it the romance of Peter Priggins, she statesmen govern.

offered me instead Ida, par M. le Let the reader say for himself,

Vicomte Darlincourt, which I refused, does he not believe himself to be having already experienced some of superior to man of any other his lordship's works; next she procountry? We can't help it-in spite duced Stella, Valida, Eloa, by various of ourselves we do. But if, by chang

French ladies of literary celebrity ; ing the name, the fable applies to but again I declined, declaring reyourself, why do you laugh? spectfully that however agreeable the Κυιδ ριδης και μυτατω γνωμινε δη τη

society of ladies might be, I found

their works a little insipid. The fact Φαβυλα ναρρατυα, ,

is, that after being accustomed to as a certain poct says (in a quotation such potent mixtures as the French that is pretty well known in England, romancers offer you, the wild com


positions of the French romanceresses of Sandy-whiskerses there are in our pall on the palate. *

nation, -fellows who are proud of this " Madame," says I, to cut the mat- stupid mistrust,—who think it a mark ter short,“ je ne demande qu'un of national spirit to despise French roman Anglais, Peter Priggins: l'avez skill, bravery, cookery, seamanship, vous ? oui ou non ?"

and what not. Swallow your beef * Ah !" says the library-woman, and porter, you great, fat-paunched “ Monsieur ne comprend pas nôtre man; enjoy your language and your langue, c'est dommage.”

country, as you have been bred to Now one might, at first sight, fancy do; but don't fancy yourself, on acthe above speech an epigram, and count of these inheritances of yours, not a bad one, on an Englishman's superior to other people of other ways blundering French grammar and pro- and language. You have luck, pernunciation; but those who know the haps, if you will, in having such a library-lady must be aware that she diet and dwelling-place, but no merit. never was guilty of such a thing in

And with this her life. It was simply a French little discursive essay upon national bull, resulting from the lady's dul- prejudices, let us come back to the ness, and by no means a sarcasm. pictures, and finish our walk through She uttered the words with a great the gallery. air of superiority and a prim toss of In that agreeable branch of the the head, as much as to say, “ How art for which we have I believe no much cleverer I am than you, you name, but which the French call silly foreigner! and what a fine thing genre, there are at Paris several it is in me to know the finest language eminent professors ; and as upon the in the world !" In this way I have French stage the costume-pieces are heard donkeys of our two countries far better produced than with us, so address foreigners in broken English also are French costume - pictures or French, as if people who could not much more accurately and characunderstand a language when properly teristically handled than are such spoken could comprehend it when subjects in our own country. You spoken ill. Why the deuce do people do not see Cin ue and Giotto in the give themselves these impertinent, costume of Francis the First, as they stupid airs of superiority, and pique appeared (depicted by Mr. Simpson, themselves upon the great cleverness I think) in the Royal Academy Exof speaking their own language ? hibition of last year, but the artists

Take another instance of this same go to some trouble for collecting their egregious national conceit. At the antiquarian stuff, and paint it pretty English pastry-cook's — (you can't scrupulously. readily find a prettier or more grace- M. Jacquard has some pretty ful woman than Madame Colombin, small pictures de genre; a very good nor better plum-cake than she sells) one, indeed, of fat “ Monks granting

at Madame Colombin's, yesterday, Absolution from Fasting ;" of which a huge Briton, with sandy whiskers the details are finely and accurately and a double chin, was swallowing painted, a task more easy for a French patties and cherry-brandy, and all artist than an English one, for the the while making remarks to a friend former's studio (as may be seen by similarly employed. They were a picture in this exhibition) is genetalking about English and French rally a magnificent curiosity-shop; ships.

and for old carvings, screens, crockery, - Ilang me, Iliggins," says Sandy- armours, draperies, &c., the painter whiskers, “if I'd ever go into one here has but to look to his own walls, of their cursed French ships! I should and copy away at his ease. Accordbe afraid of sinking at the very first ingly Jacquard's monks, especially puff of wind !"

all the properties of the picture, are What Higgins replied does not admirable. matter. But think what a number M. Baron has “ The Youth of

In our own country, of course Mrs. Trollope, Miss Mitford, Miss Pardoe, Mrs. Charles Gore, Miss Edgeworth, Miss Ferrier, Miss Stickney, Miss Barrett, Lady Blessington, Miss Smith, Mrs. Austin, Miss Austin, &c.-- form exceptions to this rule ; and glad am I to offer per favour of this note a humble tribute of admira. tion to those ladies.

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