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The Norse Folk, by C. L. Brace, memorandum-like method of statement Secretary of the Children's Aid Society. wbich would not be unbecoming in (New York: C. Scribner). Mr. C. L. a newspaper market report, but is bardly Brace some years since marked out a field in good taste when addressed to so large of labor for himself, in which he has thor- and respectable an audience as a work of oughly enlisted the sympathy and spiritual this character is sure to command. It is companionship of good people of every neatly printed, and illustrated with tolercreed and party, and of all parts of our able engravings and wood-cuts; but, as a country. This is sufficient evidence that book for reference, would be more valuable an unusually good judgment is united in if supplied with a map. his character to genuine catholic and com

- Sermons by Ephraim Peabody, with a prehensive benevolence. Whatever such a

Memoir (Crosby, Nichols & Co.). This man writes for the Christian public is sure

volume is a collection of discourses by one to obtain the Christian public's attention,

of the purest and noblest of men. His life and to be popular, instructive, and ably sug

was simple, uneventful, and pious. His gestive of needed social and philanthropic

character was of that rare beauty which improvements. In the Norse Folk, Mr. Brace

foreshows the era of peace and good-will has given us a satisfactory insight of the

among men.

The engraving prefixed to condition, character, and manners of the

the volume, from Cheney's portrait, has people, together with a sketch of the exist

the tender beatification of expression ing government, church, and other institu

which that exquisite artist was wont to betions, especially those of a philanthropic

stow upon all his friends. But the winning character, of a region with regard to which

human face of Mr. Peabody was but a thin Miss Bremer's works awakened a curiosity,

veil of the angelic beneath. He was not a in many respects, hitherto but little gratified. Mr. Brace's capital qualification as a

man to be widely known ; nor are bis ser

mons of a nature to be generally read. writing-traveler, is his unwearying and re

But he was a man to be loved by those markably general impulse of inquiry, and

who knew him, as few men are loved, and his faculty of making himself at home, and

to bequeath his memory to them as a pergetting information directly and circum

petual plea for an honest and God-serving stantially from the people with whom

life : his own life having so unfailingly chance brings him in contact. In this he

assured them that “ of such is the kingdom even excels most other American travelers,

of heaven." though, as a personal observer, he is rather below their average ; doubtless, because -From the same house, we receive he is too often preoccupied with reflection. Christian Consolations ; sermons by Rev. He is industrious in the examination of A. P. Peabody. This is a name of great documents and statistics, and judicious in clerical eminence in New England, and collation and condensation.

the volume in question is justly named. The same qualities of style which charac- It is a series of discourses in which Chris terize the “ Home Life in Germany and Hun- tian truth is applied to life, and is especigary in 1851," of Mr. Brace, are found in ally intended for the afflicted. There is this work, constantly evincing a tenderly a mingled manliness and tenderness in the discriminating and vigorous capacity of style which are quite sure to commend language. There are frequent infelicitous what said to the thoughtful sympathy expressions, and sometimes a slip-shod, of the wise and good.



HERE we open a window that looks out upon the world: and here we shall sit, month by month, and watch all that passes ; so that whoever looks with us will see whatever is most interesting at home and abroad.

VOL. X.-9

From this elevation we can catch the humorous aspects of events; we can make our little comments as one thing rapidly chases another before our eyes : here we can see objects that are lost to those passing in the street, objects which were worth: re. membering, but which have drifted down nual exhibition, and, perhaps, thirty-two the month, and are forgotten.

times better than any recent one. In the We can hear the new singers, as they sing morning the rooms have been a quiet reat home or far over the sea. We can see treat for the student who wished to study, the new pictures that are painted at home and learn to tell a Rossiter from a Huntor in England, in France, or Germany. ington. In the evening, they have been We can assist with our eyes and ears at thronged with a murmuring crowd, who great festivals and solemnities wherever lingered listlessly in the heat, and prothey occur. We can see the belle as she nounced Church's Andes“ beautiful! peradjusts the skirt for the last time ; the fect!" beau, as he perfects his cravat-tie ; pride, Probably no two visitors agreed upon spreading its plumage, and forgetting that, any theory of art, or canon of artistic critithough it ornaments its ugliness, it does not cism. They all knew what pleased them. conceal it; and folly flying fondly after its and they would have laughed as much at own tail.

the terrible Mr. Ruskin, who says that you From Our Window we can look into the can know about pictures precisely as you windows of the Tuileries, and see if the know about the moral law, as at a jeweler, Empress is really shedding hoops and cut- who should say that you had no moral ting crinoline. We can gaze into the right to prefer opals to diamonds. seamstress's attic-chamber, and see if she Most of us who look into a gallery are did really stain with tears the bridal robe entirely unfit to talk about pictures from she was stitching.

any other point of view than our private So, when you have done your day's work pleasure. Those of us who bave always and your day's talk—when the light is lived among brick houses, and have seen tranquil and the air quiet, when the hour green fields and blue sky, as a luxury to comes in which you wish neither to wrangle be taken in white coats, during a sultry nor to study, but to refresh and revive the summer month, wisely declare that Indigo, mind that is teased all day--then come, who has studied tint by tint the landscape and lean with us out of Our Window, and he exhibits, gets his blues too dark, or his see what motley the Old World is wear- yellows too bright, while we are sure ing.

that Buff is no painter; for he “gets his reds too warm."

Now it seems to us as if Indigo and Buff Just when nature is loveliest with us, probably knew a great deal more about art puts forth its annual blossoms. We their business than we do ; and when you throw up Our Window to look at the cherry look around the brilliant walls of the Acadblossoms, and a “ bit” of Casilear's salutes emy, and remember how many long hours

We think to see the faithful old apple of patient toil, how many days of bard orchards in their brief carnival and per- struggle and exposure, how much devotion, fumed splendor, and behold the sumptuous and passion, and despair, are worked into Church or the fruity Gray. We look for that web of shifting color, how many of summer-and the Arcadian serenity of those pictures are the sacrifice of a life upon Kensett, the soft repose of Durand are be- the shrine of beauty-is it not as well to see fore our eyes : for the gushing fountains in that the gray is properly cool, even if the the fields, and, lo! the impetuous vigor of red is warm ; and that if the head you pass Hicks, or the suppressed power of Page. with a sniff, because it is catalogued in

In fact, when the warm sun in the sky, New York as the work of Tripe, were and the airy muslins in the street, remind labeled in a foreign gallery, Titian, it us tlıat the time of the singing of birds would extort from you the most willing has come, and we are on our loitering way admiration. to Hoboken, to hear the voice of the tur- Next year, when you ascend those stairs tle—the old familiar face of the placard and pay your mite-let it be a double mite, of the National Academy exhibition catches for a season-ticket to the admirable Mrs. us by the eye, and allures us into realms of Croker, whose presence is a pleasant part eternal spring, of unfading summer, and of the annual exhibition, remember that of relentless winter.

you are not going to see so many feet of This year it was the thirty-second an- canvas, covered with so many pounds of


paint, but fragments of the hope and talent disgust, whatever the public censors have of a hundred fellow-men. If they are not said. The pictures have gone to parlor Claudes, or Raphaels, or Giorgiones, or walls, the painters to their studios, and the Michael Angelos, what then? Must all public about its business. flowers be roses, or relinquish the name But we are all agreed that it was a capiand the ministry of flowers ?

You can

tal display—that Church was magnificent surely say many a sharp thing as you sur- in his great sweeps of mountain ranges vey the pictures, for you are a witty man; sunk in glorious haze, with cascades, but remember that the arrow you fly, only streams, strange foliage, and all the luxufor the sake of admiring its glittering riant splendor of the tropics. Church point, strikes mortally the young bird

copes adequately with great themes. He newly trying its wings, or the stag push- paints the Andes as easily as many men a ing bravely through the forest.

river meadow. We are agreed, too, that The picture is poor enough, if you Gray is the same fond lover of the Venechoose, that is clear; but how if the un- tian bloom, and, in a world of modern noprotected and appealing work could criti- tions, is faithful to the traditions of his art; cise you in tuin? Stand before the poorest that his compeer, Huntington, has not yet of all the pictures, and, having marked it lost any cunning from his fingers, and well, ask yourself only—“Am I a better holds his place; that the President, Duspecimen of a man than that is of a pic- rand, if more skillful in details, is not less ture?” So shall you learn humility, and placid and pastoral, our Thomson of the abase your nodding crest of arrogance. brush ; that Kensett was surely born under

And has not every landscape-picture a cloudless sky, so serene and full of sumsome touches and suggestions of lovely mer joy are his beautiful pictures ; that aspects of nature? The very outline and Rossiter would outdazzle the day, if pigattempted coloring of quiet fields, and shad- ments were sunbeams; that Hicks's vigor owy woods, and singing waters, do they found never a fitter subject than Henry not breathe a sweeter light into the day Ward Beecher ; that Casilear's muse of upon which they are seen, hung on city inspiration should be a flitting, shy Egeria. walls? If, in his dreary arctic night at the so rare, and delicate, and tender is bis pole, the brave Kane could have seen even touch ; that Cropsey's hand is still unthe poorest copy of the worst Claude, equal to his teeming fancy; that Greene would it not have been to him as a glimpse and Baker take rank with our best porof paradise ?

trait-painters; that Hall, and Hubbard, and Now Broadway, on a spring morning, Shattuck, and a score more beside them, swarming with the fresh toilettes of the illuminate the walls with glowing prophebrief season in which muslins may be worn, cies of the future glory of Academy exhi. is not precisely like an arctic region with bitions ; and that Page, in a grand, melanEsquimaux. Yet, for all that, whoever choly way, vindicates his position as the steps aside and dallies for an hour in the

greatest master of portrait we have yet Academy gallery, may have, as Kane might produced. have had, glimpses of paradise.

Upon some of these things, perhaps, we The doors are closed now, until another are all agreed. But each mistress liked year, but still, from Our Window, we pla- her lover's picture best, and each friend cidly survey what is past, and enjoy plea- bis friend's. And no one could leave the sures that are no more. Not that we count rooms without a higher respect for the perthe seeing of pictures among past plea- formance as well as the prospect of Ameri. Beauty has the immortal elixir,

There have been many poorer and never grows old to the eye or to the exhibitions in older places. We will not mind. Like the stars and the flowers, fine say that there have been poorer ones in works of art are alway fresh in the seeing London; but we will see what pictures or in the remembering. The thirty-second London was looking at in the same spring exhibition is closed. The wits have made days, that we may bring the artists of the merry over works that were not conceived two countries together, in our annual surnor executed with a laugh. The newspa- vey. pers have extolled and decried. The artists Thus speaks London of this year's Enghave read with pride, or fury, or placid lish pictures :

can art.


“We miss from among the exhibitors fancy, entitled Uncle Tom and his Wife this year, with special regret, Mr. E. M. for sale ;' Uncle Tom being a black-faced Ward and Mr. Webster. Sir Charles East- bull terrier, chained with his spouse against lake, also, and Mr. Lee are unrepresented, & wall, and within sight of a dog-whip. and we have from Mr. Herbert only a scene The picture is, indeed, not to be seen with• On the coast of France ;' a wide prospect out emotion ; but it is meant to beget of sea and coast, which is certainly a pleas- mirth, not melancholy. ant little picture, although not what we are

6 Mr. Stanfield's best work for the season taught to look for from his hands. But if represents the wreck of a vessel that had we miss some familiar artists, we have been part of the Spanish Armada, and that compensation in the reappearance of, at had been firing at rocks, mistaken for a any rate, one whose handiwork bas been of castle, in the bay now called after this inlate years little seen. There is a picture cident 'Port na Spania, near the Giant's by Mr. Mulready, painted in accordance Causeway, on the coast of Ireland. Inci. with the will of Mr. Vernon, for the Ver- dents of the wreck are mingled with the non Gallery, called “The Young Brother.' surging of the waters, and, through mist A sister holds him, and an elder brother and spray, the weird cliffs of the Giant's tickles him lovingly behind the ear. His Causeway show a coast entirely pitiless. gesture and expression are delightful. Last Mr. Stanfield exhibits three other good year, again, Mr. Maclise did not exhibit; works, of which we shall speak in future this year he has supplied, in his · Peter the notices. Great, one of the most important pictures “Mr. Augustus Egg's picture of “Esof the season. Peter, working with his mond's Return after the Battle of Wynencompanions in the Deptford Dockyard, is del' attracted constant admiration at the visited by William the Third. The rough private view. Its quiet fullness of thought Muscovite, who is intent on modeling, not is remarkable. The figures of Beatrice only a ship, but an empire-vigorous and and Esmond, faultless in conception, are, youthful, with rugged locks, a fearless without one trace of exaggeration, perfect look, bare arms, of which the veins are full in expression with recent labor, and limbs spread abroad “Mr. David Roberts has sent three pic-contrasts significantly, as young Russia, tures: two of church interiors-one of with the King of England, who stands with them a fine Interior of the Duomo at Mihis limbs all in a line, erect, gloved tightly, lan'-and a square in Rome, the · Piazza frilled, wigged, and no longer young. Navona ;' by these works he is very well Close to the hand of the half-barbarous represented. Peter are the luxuries of the flesh, which “Mr. Millais exhibits three pictures, and were essential to his happiness— the fruits, appears in them to better advantage than the wine, the actresses, the dwarf, and he did in the works contributed last year. monkey; but while there is all that kind His News from Home represents a young of life surrounding him, there is expressed Highlander on duty in a trench before throughout the whole picture his appetite Sebastopol, shouldering bis musket while and passion for the science of the west. he treads among the shot and shell that The marvelous execution of the details in tell the danger of his post, and reads a this work does not strike the eye so soon as letter from home with a softened look upon its complete expression of a thought. Mr. his face that wins the heart as one observes Maclise furnishes, also, this year, a special it. The Sir Isambras at the Ford, too, is a attraction to the North Room, in the picture full of good expression. The grayshape of forty-two noble designs in out- haired knight in heavy mail, who rides the line, illustrative of the Story of the Con- good horse Lancival across the stream, quest.

with a barefooted girl before him and a “ Over Mr. Maclise’s ‘Peter' hangs a barefooted boy behind, the girl clasped in grand study of deer upon a misty peak, the armor, the boy clasping it, is so “Scene in Braemar, the chief work for this painted that one may sit and dream before year of Sir Edwin Landseer, and one of the the work. The third picture, that of the best works he has exhibited. The other con- Escape of a Heretic-of a girl saved by her tributions of this painter are a study of a lover from an auto-da-, we like least of * Rough and Ready' pony, and a bit of dog- the three at a first glance, but the attitude of shelter and protection in the lover, who receive the New York approval of a singer is become to the girl a haven and a for- as final. And this is not wonderful ; for tress, is conceived most skillfully.

either we do not believe in our own opin“Of Mr. Creswick's fresh and airy En- ions, or we feel that we do not know enough glish landscapes there are three, and there to make them. are four pictures by Mr. Redgrave. Mr. From Our Window we looked into the Witherington sends also four landscapes, Academy of Music, here in New York, and two of which are especially worthy of his beheld the melancholy failure of Signor name. Among Mr. Cooke's pictures is a Jacopi, whose portrait had illuminated the very real bit of the English coast, a Crab shop windows. “ Dry up, Jacobs !" was and Lobster Shore.

the dreadful fiat laughed down from the • Attention is caught very surely by Mr. terrible gods in the gallery. The gods Dyce's little picture of Titian preparing to knew Mr. Charles Jacobs, in Chatham make his First Essay in Coloringwith street, and would not tolerate any Signor juices of flowers ; the artist-spirit and de- Jacopi, in Irving Place. It was a just termined purpose of the boy speak here judgment of the gods ; but how could they plainly enough out of his face.

inflict it? The tortures of the old martyrs “Mr. Cope's large picture of the Pilgrim were mild in the comparison. Fathers quitting the Dutch coast for New Madame Cora de Wilhorst with her sbrill England demands more attention than we and uninteresting, but flexible and trained have yet given to it. We now simply voice, has sailed for Italy to study and, place it upon record among notable things let us hope, to succeed. She seems reof the season. His little domestic scene of solved upon success; and hearty resoluMorning Games at Breakfast-time is to be tion always deserves it. But Europe will seen at a glance, and liked of course.

not care a straw what we thought of her. “But at the head of the domestic pic- She has a great deal more reputation in tures of the year we must place Mr. Faëd's New York than ever Parodi had in LonFirst Break in the Family. The mail coach don. And yet when Parodi was brought has gone by a moorland cottage, and has here, she was to be a triumph because Lonborne “our bonnie young Willie awa'." don bad approved her. How long will it Mother and father, grandmother, a sister be before London applauds because New budding into womanhood, and younger York approves? We cannot even control ones, with the dog in front, who is half Boston yet, and Philadelphia sets up a disposed to run after his vanished play- prima donna of its own, and does not care fellow-all have come forth to gaze until how coldly we smile upon Gazzaniga. the coach is out of sight. The grouping, This will continue just as long as the the expression given to each person in the foreign estimate is a judgment of intellilittle moorland family, has been exquisitely gence based upon certain canons of art. felt by the painter. One sentiment per- In Europe people know that there are vades every corner of the canvas, even to great limitations to every art and artist. the perplexity of the hen who has all her In America we forget that Jenny Lind is, chickens with her except one, which is on after all, no miracle but only a woman the other side of a gate, and cries because who sings, and so we are disappointed. it can't get over.

We had Bosio and we thought her a “ All notice of the portraits we defer, very pretty singer. Bosio went to Europe, only indulging ourselves with a mention and Europe instantly knew that there were of Mr. Grant's Marquis of Lansdowne. Of only a very few living women who sang the sterling character of several of the better, and ranked her accordingly. pictures, wbich have not been named in the But whatever our knowledge or judgpreceding sketch, we can give no better ment may be, there is no doubt that we evidence than by saying that among them like to hear of good singers as well as to is Mr. Leslie's Sir Roger de Coverley at hear them. Whoever sings with brilliant Church."

success anywhere, will hereafter look to an American career as, pecuniarily, the

most important of all. The artists laugh It seems impossible for America to make at us; but they find a hundred cents in a musical fame. Paris and London will not

every one of our dollars.

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