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Our Yankee made a fair start, and had nearly com- Pagan point of view, and insists that the hispleted his toilet, when he suddenly spied a tooth-brush tory of Assyria will soon be as well known as panion had left open on the washstand. Upon these he the history of England. We give every credit pounced, and having made a liberal use of them, flung to Mr. Bosanquet for his zeal; but before we them back into the case, and sat down upon the only commit the sacred historians to an identity chair the room contained, in order to gratify his curiosity with Colonel Rawlinson's interpretations, it by watching how his sleeping partner went through the would be well to wait until some formed opinion same process.
Sir A - greatly annoyed by the fellow's assurance, has been arrived at by the learned men of got out of bed, and placing the washhand basin on the Europe as to the truth of the gallant Colonel's Hoor, put his feet into the water, and commenced scrub- translations. At present there is a very general bing his toe-nails with the desecrated tooth-brush. Jonathan watched his movements for a few seconds in silent idea that Colonel Rawlinson knows nothing horror ; at length, unable to contain himself, he ex
whatever of the Assyrian language, and that claimed
his versions of the really ancient inscriptions “Well, stranger ! that's the dirtiest use I ever see a are nothing more than rash guesses. tooth-brush put to, any how."
The translations are, of course, very nume" I saw it put to a dirtier just now," said Sir Avery coolly. *“ I always use that brush for cleaning my rous, for the publishers get them at a very toes."
cheap rate. One of the most noticeable is that The Yankee turned very green, and fled to the deck, of M. de Saulcy's “Narrative a Journey but his nausea was not sea-sickness.
round the Dead Sea, and in the Bible Lands." This is not only a nasty story, but it is so old, Those who can do so should read this book in so well known, and so popular among Trans- its original language; for although Count de atlantic travellers, that we have heard at least Warren's translation is very tolerably executed, half a dozen men tell it, and each constituted much of the freshness of his descriptions evahimself the witty hero of the anecdote.
porates in the change of idiom. Perhaps the "A Cruise in the Ægean," by Mr. Walter following account of the Dead Sea may be Watson, is a book we recommend to any new to some of our readers. bachelor who, at the commencement of the next autumn, may be meditating where he shall descended, this strange sea, which all writers describe as
From the summit of the mountain which we have just spend a couple of months. It contains just presenting the most dismal aspect, appeared to us as a that practical information which is useful to a splendid lake, glittering in the sunshine, with its blue tourist; does not disdain to enter upon a con
waves gently breaking on the sands of the softest beach. sideration of pounds, shillings, and pence; and which enlivened the shore. We guessed at once that
Through the transparent water appeared a white tint will be a very interesting companion in a this appearance was owing to the salt crystallized under “P. & 0.” or “Austrian Lloyd's” steam- the water, and, when near, we find that our conjecture boat. It is occasionally a little ambitious in is right. Are we now to be convinced that no living the descriptive style, but it contains sound use
thing can exist on the shores of the Dead Sea, as has
been so often repeated? We ascertain the contrary fact ful facts, that will save money, time, and the very moment we touch the shore. A floek of wild patience.
ducks rises before us, and settles on the water out of gunTo the tourists who are just returned from shot, where they begin sporting and diving with perfect Ireland, and have its scenery fresh in memory; selves on the gravelly
beach rooks are flying and scream
As we advance, beautiful insects shew themwe recommend a capital little book, called ing among the rent cliffs of the steep hills which border “ Lake Lore; or an Antiquarian Guide to some the lake. Where, then, are those poisonous vapours of the ruins and recollections of Killarney." which carry death to all who venture to approach them? There is a great deal of learning and research Where? In the writings of the poets who have emphatiin this guide-book on a new plan, and a fund cally described what they have never seen. We are not
yet five minutes treading the shores of the Dead Sea, of amusement brought together in a very un- and already all that has been said of it appears as mere pretending manner. We cannot express any creations of the fancy: Let us, then, proceed fearlessly warm admiration of A. B. R.'s metrical le- forward ; for if any thing is to be dreaded here certainly
it is not the pestilential influence of the finest and the gends; but every page of his prose gives some
most imposing lake in the world." new point of interest to spots that have long been fixed in our memory.
This work is really so valuable to the student Several writers follow in the wake of the of Biblical antiquities, that we regret the pubRev. Mr. Foster and others, in the somewhat lisher should not have thought it worth while dangerous task of bringing all the facts of to go to the expense of an Index, in order to modern discovery into exact correspondence make its contents accessible. A cheap transwith the records of Bible History. Of these, lation in one volume, with a good Index, the principal is Mr. J. W. Bosanquet, who, in would deserve, and would obtain, a very large a work called “The Fall of Nineveh and the sale. Reign of Sennacherib historically and chrono- Another translation is Miss Frederica Brelogically considered," attacks Niebuhr for mer's “ Impressions of America," which would having taken his ideas of chronology from a probably have had a very extensive popularity had it appeared in a shilling volume, with amazement; and we see it, but that worthless infidel but which is scarcely worth purchasing in did not, &c. &c. the expensive three-volume form in which it is We shall not commit ourselves to any now produced. Gibbon spoke of the “ Dublin opinion as to the erudition displayed in these Pirates” of his great work as “at once his essays, for, in truth, we have not yet had time friends and his enemies;" and there can be little to test it. As a mere matter of scholarship we doubt that Miss Bremer owes her wide popu- may perhaps deal more copiously with the larity among us very much to the cheap price Cardinal upon some future occasion. at which her tales were distributed by the “ The Adventures of a Gentleman in Search pirates of Paternoster Row. We hope she of the Church of England” is of course a will gain in purse what she loses in fame. controversial squib. An individual comes back Come we now to the Essayists.
from the colonies, and looks about for the good We are not sure that we do right in classing old Church; tumbles among a low-Church under this head Professor Creasy's announced family, and is stunned by the eloquence and exposition of the British Constitution. _A energy of their favourite exciter; is puzzled by school-book on this subject is wanted. De- the learning and alarmed by the tendencies of lolme is become an absurdity; Blackstone's the very gentlemanlike and profound Tractarian, Commentaries on English law are too ex- Mr. Rubric; and at last tinds, as he supposes, tensive, both in their subject and in their treat- the real old Church in a country village, prement; Mr. Hallam's Constitutional History sided over by a country pastor. of England is not digestible enough for child- “Church Experience, by the Reverend C. B. hood; Mr. Bowyer's Commentaries on the Pearson, is a religious pamphlet that must be Constitution is an elaborate, learned work for considered as somewhat of the High Church men to study. But we want a book for boys. school, since it recommends daily service and We have not yet seen the Professor's " Text intoning the Liturgy. But the author also Book," but we have every confidence, from recommends an alteration in the Liturgy, so as what he has done before, that this will be to render the morning service shorter by the worthy of his reputation, and equal to his pur- suppression of frequent repetitions. He morepose.
over requires an improved education for the There is an opportunity for a brilliant article clergy, a greater number for the service of lost lost, for ever, by that swashing-band popular parishes, and an order of itinerant or rule of the New QUARTERLY REVIEW, which home Missionary priests. ostracises all controversy other than literary. “ Hebrew Politics in the Time of Sargon Why might we not prove that Cardinal Wise- and Sennacherib” is a book we shall be cauman was St. Augustine, or Dunstan, or Thomas tious how we meddle with. Mr. Edward à Becket? or why might we not prove that he Sırachey undertakes an inquiry into the hisis a failure, unequal to the occasion-according torical meaning and purpose of the prophecies to our fancy or convictions? Well, we refrain; of Isaiah, and brings these historical meanings and we only dare remark upon the author of to bear on the social and political life of Engthese essays*, that although a cardinal and a land. All the really sane portion of our readers bishop, he, upon the very head and front of - but, alas ! how small a proportion of manevery volume, reserves to himself the right of kind are really sane- - will already understand translation. Of the style of the essays we shall what sort of book this is. Perhaps, however, choose a little specinien-one which must be it will be as well to do here, as they do in cerfavourable to the author, because no Christian tain inquiries at the Gray's-Inn Coffee-house, can refuse to go with bim in the general scope that is to say, allow the subject matter of the of his argument. If any should differ from inquiry to speak for himself. “Why," asks bim, it must be a mere question of taste and Mr. Strachey, “should Hebrew history alone style:
depart from the law of all other histories, that When Jesus was brought before Herod, he wished to the earlier events must be read in the light of see him perform a miracle, and Jesus refused to gratify the later, which are their necessary develophis insolent curiosity. What fitting miracle could he ments? Why should prophecy be honoured have wrought under such circumstances? He might by making it out to be a mere verbal soothas St. Paul did Elymas; and it would have been a just saying ? Let us entreat the reader—the Chrisjudgment, as well as a true sign. (Wherein the Cardinal tian reader, and student of the Hebrew proappears to differ from the Sariour.] Yet a sign was phets, to dread neither of these bugbears, but wrought before him, and a wonder that made angels weep
to see and to reflect for himself, in the firm belief that reason and faith are ever in harmony,
and that neither can ever be rightly possessed * “ Essays on various subjects." By his Eminence Cardinal Wiseman. 3 Vols. 8vo. London : Dolinan.
to the exclusion or neglect of the other. If 1853.
the English poet of the 19th century claim
a vision and a faculty divine for his readers that every one of her anecdotes falls upon the as well as himself, we need not hesitate to ear like a grave intimation of the death of good recognise a like power in ourselves for the Queen Anne. better understanding Isaiah.” (p. 106.) As The novels are not very numerous. The we of the New QUARTERLY are conscious of best are the shortest. Mr. Gwynn's “Silas no special inspiration, we of course feel a Barnstarke" will be found reviewed hereafter. proper humility before such a teacher. It is, “Cranford,” by the Author of Mary Barton, however, perhaps right to record, for the in- well deserved a special article, and would have formation of Colonel Rawlinson, that Mr. received one, but that it has already been Strachey is of opinion that “the monuments printed in “Household Words,” and may be we have from Assyria are couched in the very presumed to be extensively read and thoplainest and simplest language;" and it is also roughly known. Should, however, any of our proper to allow Mr. Strachey to state the pur- novel-loving readers have missed this volume, pose of his work in his own words— To we recommend them to send for it, and we are ascertain whether an English squire could find sure they will thank us for introducing them in the Bible any political instruction which to Captain Brown and Miss Matty. We should might avail him at Union boards and County be very glad if we could point out some negelections, and in his relation with the parson lected novel of undiscovered power and interest. and the magistrate, was my purpose when I Alas, they are all of the usual common-place. began the study of the writings of Isaiah many Even Comte de Jarnac's “ Electra” is but a years since.” Country squires should not be- jumble of impossibilities: however, let the come speculative upon prophecy—else they reader turn to the separate reviews, and see whe
ther he can derive any promise from them. We have a second volume of Lord Ingestre's Mr. Dickens' “Bleak House," which we “Meliora, or, Better Times to come.” It have occasionally mentioned during its proconsists of twenty-one articles, descriptive of gress, is now completed. It is scarcely a subthe evils existent in the condition of the work- ject for elaborate review in the New QUARing-classes. Such men as Sidney Godolphin, TERLY. In the first place, it is now twenty Osborne, Montagu Gore, and Dr. Guy, are months' old. Again, it has been read by prothe chief contributors; and Glasgow sewers, bably every one who ever will read it; for the Paris lodging-houses, and the evils of alms- trick of writing, which sustains the interest of giving, are the chief subjects. The working- these number-published novels, renders them classes themselves also contribute their papers; difficult to master in a finished form. “Bleak and we must say, that if the foolish people, House” will not add greatly to the reputation who delude themselves that they are doing of“ Boz;" but there are scenes in the fortunes God service when they give a drunken beggar å of poor Lady Dedlock equal to any thing the penny, would read Dr. Guy's article, and act author has previously achieved; and we are upon it, they would get rid of the guilt of not without a hope that Mr. Dickens' onmaintaining a class of ruffians and reprobates, slaught upon the Court of Chancery may be who, without their aid, would be obliged to remembered by the wide public whom he become, if not honest, at least industrious.
It should not be forgotten that there Mr. James Hannay's “Sketches in Ultra are still in that Court suits more than thirty Marine” would deserve our notice if they were years old, and, notwithstanding all the sonew. The volumes, however, are but a reprint called reforms, these suits seem to be as far of articles that have appeared in the United from ultimate decision as ever. Service Magazine, some of them so long as There are, of course, multitudes of American five or six years ago. In their collected form reprints such as“Fern Leaves from Fanny's Portthey are now dedicated to Mr. Thackeray, and folio,” so fantastically feminine in its title and are not very unlike, in their style, to that au- contents: and “ The Old House by the River,” thor's Cornhill to Cairo”- lacking, of course, by the Author of the “Owl Creek Letters," a that quiet, subdued spirit of fun, and that oily series of stories of a mediocre cast, but which satire, which are Thackeray's own, and which, have that general degree of interest that atthough compounded of many imitations, are, taches to all wild tales of daring wherein wild in their compound state, inimitable.
beasts and American forests hold prominent Miss Catherine Sinclair, who plumes herself place. There are also many such pièces de upon the authorship of“ Beatrice” and “Mo- circonstances as “ The Industrial Movement in dern Accomplishments,” with a long sequel of Ireland” which is a very Irish account of the et ceteras, has written a little book called Cork Exhibition. But we think we have now “ London Homes." We wish this lady would mentioned, either in rapid review here, or more edit an edition of “ Joe Miller" at once, and so fully elsewhere, every little chick of the quarter make a clean breast of it. We do assure her that has had strength enough to break its shell.
HAYDON AND HIS CONTEMPORARIES. Life of Benjamin Robert Haydon, Historical Painter, from his Autobiography and Journals.
Edited and Compiled by Tom Taylor, of the Inner Temple, Esq. 3 vols. Longmans. 1853. The time for an appeal on behalf of Benjamin « Resolved - That we are the saints." Robert Haydon has been ill chosen. The pre- Haydon had adopted a similar curt process of sent age has small toleration for the eccentrici. reasoning: He would have put itties of genius. There is no objection to a little “Resolved-That every thing is permitted to peculiarity of costume; but the world expects a man of genius. that the tailor has been paid. You may turn “ Resolved – That I am a man of genius.”. down your shirt collar and shave your fore- Having settled both these propositions entirely head, if it so please you; but society will not to his own satisfaction, Haydon started forth tolerate the bleat of an unpaid laundress, and with all the single-mindedness of an apostle, the County Court will espouse the cause of the making it a duty to disregard all human ties, unremunerated barber. You may borrow money and careless of what suffering he inflicted or if you will; but your man of business will re- endured so long as he preached his new reliquire security, just as in the case of an ordinary gion—“There is but one school of art, and mortal, and your friend will expect to be as Haydon is its master." His father, a poor punctually repaid as if you had not an ounce of bookseller, worn down with sickness, and going genius in your composition. Madness and back in the world, looked to his son for help; genius are no longer thought to be so nearly his mother, poor creature, depended upon her allied as they were in the times of Democritus son for solace and protection. But the boy and of Dryden: even a poet must pay his wife “would be a painter," chafed under their op her housekeeping money, or his neighbours position, insulted the bookseller's customers, shame upon him.
scorned the shop, preferred to be a burden upon The world has become thoroughly con- the old age of his parents, and started for vinced that the highest powers are quite con
London. sistent with all the household virtues. The A life thus begun in renunciation of the most law of Philip the Emperor is become the edict sacred duties had its natural series of events, and of modern society—“Poetæ nullâ immunitate its not unnatural conclusion. It was a constant donantur.” As to that bona pars which war with every one who would not believe in
Haydon. It was a constant course of vicNon ungues ponere curat Non barbam ; secreta petit loca; balnea vitat
timizing every one who could be persuaded to
believe in Haydon. It was a career of imputhe British public is content to shun them as dent assumption, importunate mendicancy, unbad company. A modern man of genius is mitigated selfishness, and heartless fraud. He almost invariably a quiet-looking person, who contributed to the ruin of his father and to the makes close bargains with his publisher, has a misery of his mother ; he robbed honest tradesbalance at his banker's, and insures his life; men; he fleeced and insulted his humble he is seldom late for dinner, serves upon juries friends; he passed his days in writing begging and parochial offices to avoid fines, and goes to letters to the rich and in staving off the just bed as soon as he can persuade his daughters demands of the poor; he consumed his nights to leave off dancing. Such was Scott, such in querulous complaints to his Maker, which was Wordsworth, such emphatically was
were rather the whine of the beggar than the Southey ; despite his miserable failings, such prayer of the Christian (and which may all be in many respects was Moore, for he never summed up in one formula—“ Pray God give borrowed in society, and he employed all the Benjamin Haydon 30001. a year"); he swinspare moments of his life in creating a sort of dled his pupils by inducing them to sign bills; literary life insurance for the benefit of his and having, by these and other means, exfamily. Such are the men who live among us, tracted from the pockets of his countrymen a and who will live after us—historians, novelists, larger sum than was necessary to maintain painters, and poets, if any of the last there be.
himself and family in opulence—having twice Benjamin Haydon was precisely the con- passed through the Insolvent Court, and attitutrary of all this. It is commonly said, and dinized on each occasion, without shame or consometimes believed, that the Barebones Parlia- trition, as a great man borne down by misforment entered upon the journals a syllogistic tune, he forsook his duties as a father, as he had resolution, the major and minor whereof were abandoned those of a son, and died a suicide. thus expressed :
It is a relief to be able to add, this Haydon “Resolved—That the Lord hath delivered was not a man of genius. His works, like all things to the saints.
those of Angelica Kauffman and Benjamin
West, afflict the beholder with a sense of am- of 's ears was, and my vather told un reddish, and your bitious mediocrity. His best picture is the grandvather went home and peinted on a vine ver“Judgment of Solomon,” which was recently confusion at this incomprehensible anecdote. "I zee."
He then chuckled inwardly, enjoying my allowed a place in the British Institution, where, he added, “ Mr. Hoare zays you're studying anatomy: we presume, it was received rather as a curiosity that's no use: Sir Josbua didn't know it, why should than a masterpiece. His“Raising of Lazarus” you want to know what he didn't?” “ But Michel Ap
gelo did, sir.” “Michel Angelo! What's he tu du here! is more properly placed upon the staircase of You must peint pertraits here!" This roused me, and the Bazaar in Oxford Street. That the man I said, clinching my mouth, “ But I won't.” “Won't!" has worked hard at his art can be seen at once; screamed the little man, " but you must: your vather that there is some merit in the conception will good income, and will maintain me for three years."
isn't a monied man, is he?” “No, sir; but he has a be readily conceded; that the colouring is not “Will he P hee'd better make 'ee maintain yeezelf!" very bad will also be allowed; but genius! A beautiful specimen of a brother artist, thought I. there is not a spark nor a flash to vivify these “Shall I bring you my drawings, sir !"" " Ees, you sprawling exaggerations.
may,” said he, and I took my leave.
I was not disconcerted. He looked too much at my Yet Haydon was a man of very considerable head, I thought, to be indifferent. “I'll let him see if talent, and people will read his book who will he shall stop me,” and off I walked to Opie, who lived never care to look at his paintings. The por. in Berners Street. I was shewn into a clean gallery traits he draws with his pen are much better minute down came a coarse-looking intellectual man. than those he painted. His energy was un- He read my letter, eyed me quietly, and said, “ You are conquerable, and forced him into all societies. studying anatomy: master it. Were I your age I would His belief in himself was so sincere, that he do the same.” My heart bounded at this. I said, “I thought the meanest act, if done for Benjamin bave just come from Mr. Northcote, and he says I am
“Never mind what he says," said Opie, Haydon's advantage, was a creditable action.
"he doesu't know it himself, and would be very glad to He never felt humiliated. He would sit next keep you as ignorant.” I could have hugged Opie. a man at dinner whom he had never seen · My father, sir, wishes me to ask you if you think I before, talk with him for an hour, and write ought to be a pupil to any particular man." I saw a
different thought cross his mind directly, as, with an him a note next day to ask him to lend him ten
eagerness I did not like, he replied, “ Certainly; it will pounds. Yet he would meet the same man shorten your road. It is the only way." After this I afterwards without a blush, praise his love of took my leave, and mused the whole day on what Northart if he had lent him the money, and perhaps cided
in my mind that on these points both were wrong. scold him if he had refused it. He had not an The next day I took my drawings to Northcote, who, as idea of the sensitiveness which accompanies he looked at them, laughed like an imp, and, as soon as real genius, so he pushed himself well in society, he recovered, said, “ Yee'll make a good engraver in
deed." saw everybody, talked to every body, and described every body in his diary.
I saw through his motive, and, as I closed my book,
said, “Do you think, sir, that I ought to be a pupil to These sketches commence with his first ar- any body pri "No," said Northcote ; "who is to teach rival in London in 1804. Of course the ambi- 'ee here? It'll be throwing your vatber's money tious student was anxious to become known to
away." "Mr. Opie, sir, says 1 ought to be." " Hee
zays zo, does he ? ha, ha, ba; he wants your father's the notables of his art.
I came to the conclusion that what Opie said of NORTHCOTE AND OPIE. Prince Hoare called on me. I explained to him my was equally just and true, so took my leave, making up
Northcote's anatomy and Northcote of Opie's avarice principles, and shewed him my drawings. He was much
my mind to go on as I had begun, in spite of Northinterested in my ardour, and told me I was right, and
cote, and not to be a pupil in spite of Opie, and so I not to be dissuaded from my plan. I flushed at the
wrote home. thought of dissuasion.
He gave me letters to Northcote and to Opie. North- His next visit was to cote being a Plymouth man, I felt a strong desire to see him first.
I went. He lived at 39 Argyle Street. I was shewn I walked away with my drawings up Wardour Street first into a dirty gallery, then up stairs into a dirtier I remembered that Berners Street bad a golden lion on painting-room, and there, under a bigh window, with the right corner house, and blundered on till, without the light shining full on his bald grey head, stood a knowing how or remembering why, I found myself at diminutive wizened figure in an old blue striped dress. Fuseli s door. I deliberated a minute or two, and at ing-gown, his spectacles pushed up on bis forehead. last, making up my mind to see the enchanter, I jerked Looking keenly at me with his little shining eyes, he up the knocker so nervously that it stuck in the air. I opened the letter, read it, and, with the broadest Devon looked at it so much as to say, “Is this fairP” and then dialect, said, “So you mayne tu bee a peinter, doo-eep drove it down with such a devil of a blow that the door what zort 'of peinter P" "Historical painter, sir.” rang again. The maid came rushing up in astonish: "Heestorical peinter! why yee'll starve with a buodle ment. "I followed her into a gallery or show-room, of straw under yeer bead !” He then put his spectacles enough to frighten any body at twilight. Galvanized down and read the note, again put them up, looked devils-malicious witches brewing their incantationsmaliciously at me, and said, “I remember yeer vather Satan bridging chaos, and springing upwards like : aux yeer grandvather tu: he used tu peint." "So I have pyramid of fire-Lady Macbeth-Paolo and Francesca heard, sir.” “Ees; he peinted an elephant once for a -Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly-humour, patl.os, terror, tiger, and he asked my vather what colour the indzine blood and murder, met one at every look! I expected