FINE ARTS
EXHIBITION OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY
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Continued from page 338
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91.
Portrait of the late Earl of Kellie, Lord Lieutenant of the County of Fife.
—D. Wilkie.—A noble portrait, painted for the County Hall, Cupar.
92.
Night
.—H. Howard—An exquisite scene from Milton:—
"–now glowed the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw."
102.
Portrait of the Duchess of Richmond
.—Sir T. Lawrence.
110.
Cardinals, Priests, and Roman Citizens washing the Pilgrims' Feet
.—D. Wilkie.—This ceremony takes place during the holy week, in the Convent of Santa Trinita dei Pelligrini; and Mr. Wilkie has infused a devotional character into this picture which is highly characteristic of Catholic solemnity.
127.
Portrait of Jeremy Bentham
—H.W. Pickersgill.—An admirable likeness of the veteran-patriot and political economist.
128.
The Defence of Saragossa
.—D. Wilkie.—The subject is so well explained in the Catalogue, that we quote it:—
"The heroine Augustina is here represented on the battery, in front of the convent of Santa Engratia, where her husband being slain, she found her way to the station he had occupied, stept over his body, took his place at the gun, and declared she would herself avenge his death.
"The principal person engaged in placing the gun is Don Joseph Palafox, who commanded the garrison during the memorable siege, but who is here represented in the habit of a volunteer. In front of him is the Reverend Father Consolaçion, an Augustin Friar, who served with great ability as an engineer, and who, with the crucifix in his hand, is directing at what object the cannon is to be pointed. On the left side of the picture is seen Basilico Boggiero, a priest, who was tutor to Palafox, celebrated for his share in the defence, and for his cruel fate when he fell into the hands of the enemy. He is writing a despatch to be sent by a carrier pigeon, to inform their distant friends of the unsubdued energies of the place."
In this part of the room are half a dozen excellent portraits, all by different artists.
149.
The Soldier's Wife
—W.F. Witherington.—This picture is from an anecdote of the late Duke of York. His Royal Highness, as he returned one day from a walk, observed a poor woman in tears, sent away from his house. On asking the servant who she was, he answered, "A beggar, some soldier's wife." "A soldier's wife!" returned his Royal Highness; "give her immediate relief: what is your mistress but a soldier's wife?"—An interesting picture, although we do not think the likeness of the benevolent Duke is very striking. However, the incident must have occurred a few years previous to his decease.
157.
Lord Byron's Dream
.—C.L. Eastlake.—A rich oriental landscape, and a most delightful scene of desert stillness.
172.
Portrait of Robert Southey, Esq.
—Sir T. Lawrence—We hope the president's portrait will please the laureate, for he has been rather tenacious about his "likenesses" which have been engraved. The present is, perhaps, one of the most intellectual portraits in the room, but is too energetic even for the impassioned poet.
181.
Queen Margaret of Anjou
, being defeated at the battle of Hexham, flies with the young prince into a forest, where she meets with robbers, to whose protection she confides her son.—H. P. Briggs.—This subject is by no means new in art, but is here cleverly treated, and the whole is very effective.
214.
Othello and Desdemona
.—R. Evans.—Why is Othello in armour? Let Mr. Planché, in his
Costumes
, look to this.
216.
Portrait of Miss Phillips, of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane, as Juliet
.—H. E. Dawe.—This picture is entirely devoid of flattery; and is by no means a good likeness of the interesting original.
224.
Roman Princess, with her Attendant, washing the female pilgrim's feet
.—D. Wilkie—An affecting picture of a truly devotional incident.
246.
Camilla introduced to Gil Blas at the Inn
.—G. S. Newton.—This picture is considered to be Mr. Newton's
chef d'oeuvre
. The landlord is entering the chamber with a flambeau in his hand lighting in a lady, more beautiful than young, and very richly dressed; she is supported by an old squire, and a little Moorish page carries her train. The lankiness of Camilla is somewhat objectionable, but the head is exquisitely animated. The sentimentality of Gil Blas too, is excellent.
293.
The Confessional—Pilgrims confessing in the Basilica of St. Peter's
.—D. Wilkie.—An interesting picture, though not equal to others by the same artist, in the present exhibition.
322.
Hadleigh Castle. The mouth of the Thames—morning after a stormy night
—J. Constable—The picturesque beauty of this scene is spoiled by the spotty "manner of the artist."
352.
Coronation of the Remains of Ines de Castro
.—G. St. Evie.—An attractive picture of one of the most extraordinary scenes in history. The remains of Dona Ines de Castro taken out of her tomb six years after the interment, when she was proclaimed queen of Portugal. This is an illustration of Mrs. Hemans's beautiful lines which we quoted in a recent number of the MIRROR.
455.
Portrait of Mrs. Locke, sen
.—Sir T. Lawrence.—A Reubens-like portrait of a benevolent lady, and which we take to be an excellent likeness.
592.
Portrait of John Parker, Esq. on his favourite horse Coroner, with the Worcestershire fox hounds
.—T. Woodward.—We can relate a curious circumstance connected with this picture. While in the room, a country gentleman and his lady inquired of us the subject—we turned to the number in the Catalogue, and gave him the desired information. "Ah," said he, "I was sure it was
Parker
, and told my wife the same, although I was not previously aware of his portrait being in the Exhibition." We should think the resemblance must be very striking.
The
Antique Academy
is almost covered with portraits, and the miniatures hang in cluster-like abundance—so that what with bright eyes and luxuriant tresses, this is not the least attractive of the rooms.
In the
Library
are several fine architectural drawings; among which is a view of Chatsworth, by Sir J. Wyatville, including, as we suppose, all the magnificent additions and improvements, now in progress there. Mr. Soane's Designs for entrances to the Parks and the western part of London, (which we alluded to in our No. 360,) are likewise here.
In the
Model Academy
, Messrs. Chantrey and Westmacott have some fine groups, and Behnes three fine busts—the Duke of Cumberland, Princess Victoria, and Lady Eliz. Gower.
It would be easy to extend this notice through the present and next number, but as other matters press, and as all the town go to Somerset House, we hope this notice will be sufficient; for it is not in our power to enumerate half the fine pictures in the Exhibition, much as we rejoice at this flourishing prospect of British art.
MULREADY'S "WOLF AND LAMB."
In a preceding number we stated that the copyright of this picture had been purchased for 1,000 guineas, and appropriated to the Artists' Fund, which a correspondent, and "a member of the Fund," informs us is not the fact. He assures us that the original picture was purchased some years since by his Majesty, who granted the loan of it to the society, at whose expense it was engraved; the sale of the prints producing 1,000
l
. to the Fund. Mr. Mulready has the merit of painting the picture and procuring the loan of it; but our version of the affair would make it appear otherwise. We copied our notice from the newspapers, where it was stated, as from the Lord Chancellor, at the Fund Dinner, that Mr. Mulready had relinquished his copyright to the picture for the benefit of the Fund, which had thus produced 1,000
l
.; but we thank our correspondent for his correction.
THE SELECTOR AND LITERARY NOTICES OF
NEW WORKS
FIVE NIGHTS OF ST. ALBAN'S
This is a work of pure fiction, and is one of the most splendidly imaginative books we have met with for a long time. It is attributed to the author of the "First and Last" sketches in
Blackwood's Magazine
, some of which have already been transferred to our pages. No further recommendation can be requisite; but to give the reader some idea of the vivid style in which the work is written, we detach two episodal extracts.
THE IDIOT GIRL
When Peverell reached his own house, his man Francis met him with a strangely mysterious look and manner.
"Here is one within," said he, "that will not, by any dint of persuasion, go; though I have been two good hours trying my skill to that end."
"Who is it?" inquired Peverell.
"That, neither, can I discover," quoth Francis. "She knocked at the door—it might be something after eleven, perhaps near upon twelve—and when I opened it, she whips into the hall without saying a word, walks into every room in the house—I following her, as a beadle follows a rogue, till he sees him beyond the parish bounds—and at last takes possession of your low chair, and, without so much as 'by your leave,' begins to wring her hands, and cry 'Lord! Lord!'—What do you want, good woman?" said I. But I might as well have addressed myself to the walls, for 'Lord! Lord!' was all her moan."
Peverell hastened into the room, and there he saw poor Madge—her face buried in her hands, rocking to and fro, weeping most piteously, and as Francis had described, ever and anon calling upon the Lord, but in a tone of such utter wretchedness, that it pierced his very heart.
He spoke to her. She started up at the sound of his voice, looked at him, and then mournfully exclaimed, while she pointed to the ground—"They have buried her!"
"Then be comforted," said Peverell, in a kind and soothing voice; "your hardest trial is past."
"What a churl he was!" continued Madge, not heeding the words of Peverell; "I only asked him to keep the grave open till to-morrow, and he denied me! Only till to-morrow—for then, said I, the cold earth can cover us both. But he denied me! So I fell upon my knees, beside my Marian's grave, and prayed that he might never lose a child, to know that blessedness of sorrow which lies in the thought of soon sleeping with those we have loved and lost! It was very wrong in me, I know, to wish to call down such affliction on him—but he denied me—and I had to hear the rattling dust fall upon her coffin—ay, and to see that dark, deep grave filled up; as if a mother might not have her own child!"
"Poor afflicted creature!" exclaimed Peverell, in a half whisper to himself.
"Yes!" said Madge, drying her tears with her hands. "Yes! I have walked with grief, for my companion in this world, through many a sad and weary hour. But I shook hands with her, and we parted, at the grave of Marian. I buried all my troubles there. What is the hour?"
"Hard upon two," replied Peverell.
"Then I must be busy," replied Madge, in a wild, hurried manner, and smiling at Peverell, with a look of much i