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hall, and every little antechamber, were filled - utter many a jest. He has represented the every one wished to participate in the gala, family in two bas-reliefs; in one of them are the which concluded with a banquet and a dance, mother, her two daughters, and the youngest in which Thorwaldsen led a Polonaise. The son, with the artist himself; in the other, the other entertainment was given in the Students' father and his two eldest sons. Every circle in Club, into which he was received as an honorary society sought to draw Thorwaldsen within it; member. During the banquet here, the growing he was to be seen in every large company, at Museum was apostrophized in a cantata by H. every entertainment, and every evening at the P. Holst, and the lower part of the Hall opening, theatre beside Oelenschlager. As a young man, the Museum was seen as it would be when com- he had scarcely possessed the imposing beauty pleted. Speeches and songs followed each other of his later years; and combined with this dignialternately. However this homage and enthu- ty there was a gentleness and placidity, which siasm might gratify him, it became at length was peculiarly prepossessing to strangers who oppressive. Admiration was the air he daily approached him for the first time. His atelier breathed, and yet he thought so little of it! was daily visited, and he therefore felt himself When he was drawn to his dwelling by the peo more at ease at Nysö. The family accompanied ple, he was unconscious of it, and said, “We are him in 1841, when he again visited Italy. The going quickly!” As he was coming one even- whole journey through Berlin, Dresden, Frank. ing from church, at Rothschild, and the streets fort, the Rhine country, and Munich, was a conwere illuminated in his honor, he remarked, tinued triumph. An acre of ground might have “ There must be a wedding here to-night!" been covered with the poems addressed to the

Near to the bay of Prästo, surrounded by fêted artist. The winter was spent in Rome wooded hills, lies Nysö, the estate of the Barony with Baron Stampe, and all Danes found there of Stampenburg, a place which Thorwaldsen a home to which they might resort. The followhas rendered famous in Denmark. The opening year saw Thorwaldsen again in Denmark, strand - the fine beech forests - even the little and at his beloved Nysö. On Christmas-eve be country town amongst its orchards, a few hun-modelled a beautiful bas-relief — “ Christmas dred yards from the grounds, render the spot Joy in Heaven," which Oelenschlager has conseworth visiting, for the sake of its genuine Danish crated by a poem. The last birth-day which he aspect. Here Thorwaldsen found his best home outlived, was celebrated here by the performance in Denmark ; to this spot he seemed to cling; of a vaudeville, written by Heiberg, to which his here a number of his later bas-reliefs and statues friends were invited; but the pleasantest hour were produced. Baron Stampe possesses one

was in the morning, when the family, and the of the noblest natures; his hospitality and the author of these pages, who had written a comic affectionate attention of his wife, made for Thor- poem, still wet upon the paper, assembled before waldsen a happier bome than any other in the the artist's door, and with a fire-tongs, a drum, world. The energetic character of the baroness and a bottle, rubbed with a cork, for accompaexcited his activity; she tended him with a niment, sang it as a morning greeting. Thordaughter's care, and forestalled every wish. On waldsen, laughing, opened the door in his dresshis first visit to Nysö, she arranged an excursion ing-gown, waved his black Raffaele cap, took a to the chalk cliffs of Möens; and during the days fire-tongs himself

, and accompanied us, dancing that were spent there, a little atelier was erected about, and crying out with the others “hurrah !" in the Garden at Nyső, close to the canal, which A beautiful bas-relief, the “Genius of Poetry," half surrounds the principal building. In this, was just completed — the same which Thorwaldand in a little corner room of the first floor, sen, on the last day of his life, dedicated to looking towards the garden, the greater part of Oehlenschlager, saying, “ That might be a medal Thorwaldsen's later works have been executed for thee.” the · March to Golgotha,' the ‘Entrance into

On Sunday, the 24th of March, a party of Jerusalem,'. > Rebecca at the Well,' his own por- friends were assembled at Baron Stampe's

. trait statue, and the busts of Oelenschlager and Thorwaldsen was unusually gay, told stories for Holberg. The Baroness Stampe bore him com- their amusement, and spoke of the journey to pany, helped him, and read aloud to him from Italy which he proposed making in the course of Holberg's works. Excursions were arranged, the summer. At the theatre, Halm's tragedy of and in the evenings they played at his favorite Griselda was to be performed for the first time. game, a lottery; when, with a bag of numbers Tragedy, indeed, was not his favorite dramatic in his hand, he would become quite excited, and style, but comedy, especially the comedies of dersen. The words of the songs performed were by must see, and it had become almost a habit to

Holberg; but it was something new, which he Heiberg, Overskou, Hertz, and Christian Winther; and the address by Claussen.

spend the evenings at the theatre. The over

ture had commenced. On entering, he shook ors; next came nearly eight hundred students — hands with some friends, took his accustomed after these, the Icelanders — then artists of all seat, rose again to let some one pass, sat down classes, who changed places alternately - and again, bowed his head, and expired. The then the body; after it, the Crown Prince, with music continued. The person next him thought the members of the Academy, the military, perhe had fainted; he was carried out, but he was sons in office, and citizens. numbered among the dead.

All the windows, walls, trees, and even many The intelligence ran through the town like an roofs were crowded. What a silence! See! all electric flash; his room at Charlottenburg was heads are bared, as the bier approaches - the crowded; the Baroness Stampe was deeply af flower-decked bier, with palm branches strewn fected. A few days before she had lost a dear on it - with Thorwaldsen's statue resting on sister; the heart of a child lamented the great Hope. Amongst the many garlands on the pall, artist.* It was found on examination that his two are worthy of note. The queen herself has death had been caused by an organic complaint woven one of the loveliest flowers of the season; of the heart, which would have occasioned drop the other is of silver -- the children of several sy. Few have been so happily released by schools in the town have each contributed a sudden death : Thorwaldsen was fortunate even mite from their pocket-money towards it. See! in death. His countenance retained its usual in all the windows, ladies clad in mourning expression — like a noble bust the great artist flowers are showered down — bouquets fall upon lay, in his long white drapery, with a fresh lau the bier — all the church-bells ring. It is a solrel wreath around his brow. He died at the emn procession; the people accompany the king commencement of Passion week.

of artists! Never will that moment be forgotten. He lay in an open coffin in the sculpture hall As the bier reached the church door, the last of of the Academy; tapers burned in the candela- its followers left the chamber of mourning. The bras. It was exactly fifty-one years, the previ- choir performed a funeral march (composed by ous day, since he had received, on the same spot, Hurtman), deep and impressive, as though the the medal of the Academy.

dead themselves were joining in the ranks, led The funeral oration was spoken, and the by the tones resounding from the organ and artists bade farewell to the great master

trumpets. The king met the bier, and fell into

the file of mourners in the church hung with “With bitter, bitter tears, We bear the pride of Denmark to the grave." I

black, where Christ and his apostles stood in the

glimmering light. A cantata echoed from voices The Crown Prince, as president of the Acade- and organs; the last chorus sounded.* Then my, followed nearest the bier. It stopped again followed an oration by Provost Tryde, and the in the court, and from the atelier resounded a mourning festival concluded with a

“ Schlaf Latin Miserere. The procession began. It wohl,” from the students, who had formed a was a gray day; not a sunbeam shone. The circle round the bier. Thus ended, upon earth, corporation, in civic costume, all with crape the triumphant course of Bertel Thorwaldsen's round their bats, had formed in ranks, arm in glorious life. The life of no artist has been arm; and where the long line ended, came the richer in the sunshine of fortune and renown people - even ragged boys — holding each oth than this. The nobly born were proud to weler by the hand, and making a chain - a chain come him in their circle — him, decked with of peace.

Near the church of Notre Dame, the orders, courted by princes, world-famous. The procession of students began. It left the house citizen knew that he was born in his own sphere of mourning at half-past one o'clock, and reached

sprung from his strong race; and he raised the church at a quarter before three. It was led his head proudly towards him, regarding his by two artists, at the head of a number of sail-honor and good fortune as his own, seeing in

him one chosen of God. * In his will, dated December 5th, 1838, he desires that all the objects of art in his possession should be

Even by his death, he seemed to bring good given 10 the place of his birth, Copenhagen; that the fortune to the poor. In “ Nyboder,” | where Museum should bear his name, and leaves 25,000 Thorwaldsen was well known, and where they rhihl towards it. Konferenzrath, Kollin, Justizraih Thiele, the Professors Claussen, Schouw, and Bissen, knew that his father had belonged to their class, with a number of the magistracy of Copenhagen, were and worked in the dockyard, they took, as numnamed executors. The completion of his works was entrusted to the sculptor Bissen, as well as the artistic

bers in the lottery, the figures of his age, and superintendence of the Museum, the expense to be the days of his birth and death; and these acdefrayed from the funds of the Museum. † It was delivered by Pro!essor Claussen.

* The queen, the crown princess, and several ladies 1 A poem hy H. P. Holst.

of the royal household, had placed themselves on one It was performed by the Italian opera-singers ; the of the lower benches, near the coffin. music was composed and arranged by the Capelmeis † A quarter of Copenhagen, built by Christian IV., ter Perate.

inhabited by sailors.

tually came up to them no small proof of his | His works are to be placed in the rooms decoratgreatness.

ed in the style of Pompeii, which surround the The melancholy news of his death spread court. His arrival in the Roads, and his funeral throughout the country. Through all countries, – the two striking occurrences of his life — are funeral songs resounded. Mourning festivals to be represented in painting under the winwere held in Berlin and Rome. On the Danish dows; * and above, on the ceiling of the Museum, stage, where his soul had departed, a festival the Goddess of Victory, “ Holds her flying car, was held ; the place where he had sat, was dec- and lingers with him to the end." orated with crape and laurel wreaths, and a po For centuries shall pilgrims flock to Denmark em, by Heiberg, was recited, recording the man - not attracted by our cheerful green island, ner of his death and his greatness.* In the sa with its fresh beech forests — but to see these loon of the Academy, “ the Student's Society” works and this grave. The stranger will seek held a festival, in commemoration of him, with another spot - the little space at Nyső where cantatas by Hertz and Hartmann, an oration the atelier stands where the tree bends its by Holst, and poems by Ploug and Oelenschlager

. branches towards the lonely swan that he used The fame of Thorwaldsen resounded in words to feed. It, too, has bowed its head and died; and music.

but in “ The Swan Song of Eternity” resounds The mason-work of the tomb bad just been the name of Thorwaldsen. It echoes in England completed the day before Thorwaldsen's death. from the statues of " Jason ” and “ Byron ” — in He wished to rest in the court of the Museum, Switzerland from his ** Dying Lion "- in Rothand had asked as his monument a marble railing, schild from the form of Christian the Fourth.” and a few rose-trees and flowers. The whole It finds an echo in every breast where art has building, with the rich treasures which he pre- kindled its holy flame. sented to his country, is become one monument.

- Dublin University Magazine.

EXPLORING EXPEDITION TO THE DEAD SEA.

We mentioned last week that an Expedition, or beneath its surface.” Fish cannot swim in its was reported as about to sail all the way from waters, nor birds fly over them. The fruits that America in search of the Dead Sea; and if grow on its bank are "fair to the eye” but turn found, to explore its waters and coast - that is, to ashes on the lips. Rivers flow into it that in the language of Captain Cuttle, “when never come out again, yet make no increase of found” to “take a note of it." The think its waters. Naked, perpendicular crags that shut seemed unlikely — but was true; for the party it in from the world are its physical accident, have sailed under the command of Lieut. Lynch: and earthquakes its moral. Black and sulphure

and some of his countrymen want very much ous exhalations are said to issue from its waters; to know what it means. So do we.

Lieut. and huge masses of bitumen, flung mysteriously Lynch has tried to inform them in a letter ad- up, float on its surface - suggesting an unspeakdressed to the New York Herald ; — but has able origin. There is a hole in its middle which made out a case of greater mystery than ever. has no bottom, “indicated by incessant bubbles To hear Lieut. Lynch, one would suppose that and an agitated surface : ” — and this Lieut. he was volunteering, like the knights of the ro- Lynch - though he allows that it may possibly mance time, to break some spell of horrid en be the crater of a submerged volcano, and form chantment, -- and would need a ship load of a subterraneous aqueduct with the ocean - eviexorcisms and a magic armor to carry him safe- dently suspects of leading to a more unmentionly through his perilous enterprise. It would able place. It is probably the road by which a seem that the ingenious navigator is going forth certain amphibious Personage travels “to visit to look for Sodom and Gomorrah in a sea of his snug little farm of the earth.” The configuwhich wonders have been told that might daunt ration of the shores of this dreary sea, it seems, a heart less stout than his own. It has “no liv- is unknown - and its very extent is a problem. ing thing,” he avers, “ upon its shore, or above One great temptation to the valor of our modern

knight-errant is, that the only person who ever * The poet's wife, the distinguished Danish actress, Madame Heiberg, recited the poem, after which

tried to pierce this mystery before himself perPelenschlager's master-piece, the tragedy, “ Hakon ished in the attempt. — This is quite in the Jarl,” was performed. Their majesties, the king and queen, and all the spectators, wore mourning on that * The decorations have been entrusted to the painter, evening.

Constantine Hansen.

romance style. The final object of Lieut. Lynch | Lynch — though he probably contemplates, in is to refute the infidel philosophers:- and he support of his argument, going down to Gomorstates his expectations of getting personally a rah in a diving-bell. The correspondent of the sight of the “cities of the plain.” A correspond Boston Post has the cruelty to mock at the ent of the Boston Post gives a text from Châ- phantoms with which Lieut. Lynch has peopled teaubriand which comes fearfully in aid of some “the Sea of the Wilderness.” He coolly deof the suggestions of Lieutenant Lynch. That clares bis belief that the expedition is not danpoet speaks of “ a dismal sound proceeding from gerous — and offers, if Lieut Lynch invite him, this lake of death like the stifled clamors of the to accompany that officer as a slight diversion on people engulphed in its waters!” — and the his own way to Japan. The correspondent in same writer adds to the miracles attributed to question is wrong. The spirits of the region are this silent sea that it bears on its surface the already in motion to daunt Lieut. Lynch. Veheavier metals. — That is a chance in favor of suvius, as we have already said, has got up his Lieut. Lynch. The correspondent last alluded fires in the path of the expedition. But Lieut. has no objection to Lieut. Lynch's “having his Lynch has put on the welded armor of superstifling" at private cost — but cannot be made to tion and faith ; — and would, we believe, not be understand why he should have a national ship warned back from his burlesque “Voyage of to seek discoveries in the Lake Asphaltites. Discovery” though the Mediterranean burned We presume that no such profane intention as with fire, and its eastern coast teemed with that of spoil to be recovered from the ruins of windmills” all turning in a tempest. — Athethe Vale of Siddim can be entertained by Lieut. | naum.

COLLECTANEA.

MICHAEL ANGELO TITMARSH AND A BROTH

ER ARTIST.

to him at Rome, after the death of their father, the Reverend Miles Rumbold.”

“George while at Rome painted • Caractacus;' “I knew both these gentlemen at Rome, a picture of . Non Angli sed Angeli,' of course ; when George wore a velvet doublet and a beard a picture of Alfred in the Neat-herd's Cottage,' down to his chest, and used to talk about high seventy-two feet by forty-eight; (an idea of the art at the Café Greco. How it smelled of gigantic size and Michael-Angelesque proporsmoke, that velveteen doublet of his, with which tions of this picture may be formed, when I his stringy red beard was likewise perfumed 1 state that the mere muffin, of which the outcast It was in his studio that I had the honor to be king is spoiling the baking, is two feet three in introduced to his sister, the fair Miss Clara; she diameter); and the deaths of Socrates, of Rehad a large casque with a red horse-hair plume mus, and of the Christians under Nero respec(I thought it had been a wisp of her brother's tively. I shall never forget how lovely Clara beard at first), and held a tin-headed spear in looked in white muslin, with her hair down, in her hand, representing a Roman warrior in the this latter picture, giving herself up to a ferogreat picture of Caractacus George was painting cious Carnifex (for which Bob Gaunter the - a piece sixty-four feet by eighteen. The architect sat), and refusing to listen to the Roman warrior blushed to be discovered in that mild suggestions of an insinuating Flamen; attitude: the tin-headed spear trembled in the which character was a gross caricature of mywhitest arm in the world. So she put it down, self. and taking off the helmet also, went and sat in a “None of George's pictures sold. He has far corner of the studio, mending George's enough to tapestry Trafalgar Square. He has stockings; whilst we smoked a couple of pipes, painted since he came back to England • The and talked about Raphael being a good deal Aaying of Marsyas ;' "The smothering of the overrated.

little boys in the Tower;' "A plague scene “I think he is; and have never disguised my during the great pestilence;' Ugolino on the opinion about the • Transfiguration. And all seventh day after he was deprived of victuals,' the time we talked, there were Clara's eyes &c. For although these pictures have great looking lucidly out from the dark corner in merit, and the writhings of Marsyas, the convulwhich she was sitting, working away at the sions of the little prince, the look of agony of St. stockings. The lucky fellow! They were in a Lawrence on the gridiron, &c., are quite true to dreadful state of bad repair when she came out | nature, yet the subject somehow are not agreea

LORD ELDON.

ble; and if he had not a small patrimony, my even profound conversation. He would even friend George would starve.” — Our Street. say at times that a man can work better in cer.

tain states of bodily ailment — not those, of course, of acute suffering; and I have found him, while actually in this uncomfortable condition,

composing poems and prose essays, in which no Many were the squibs in prose and verse of one, surely, could discover a trace of this cirwhich the Fabius of Chancellors was the subject. cumstance of their birth. — “ Letters by W. Von To one by Sir George Rose a happy retort was

Humboldt." made by Lord Eldon.

“My most valued and witty friend, Sir George Rose, when at the bar, having the note-book of

TITLES. the regular reporter of Lord Eldon's decisions put into his hand with a request that he would Whenever we see the prefix of “ Honorable" take a note for him of any decision which should to such names as -, &c., our deep-rooted be given, entered in it the following lines as a aversion to the use of these honorary and unfull record of all that was material which had meaning appellatives is still more firmly fixed. occurred during the day:

Gen. Charles Lee spoke like a republican, and Mr. Leach

a man of sense also, when, in a letter to Patrick Made a speech,

Henry, then Governor of Virginia, he said: Angry, neat, but wrong:

“For my own part, I would as lief they would Mr. Hart,

put ratsbane in my mouth, as the excellency,' On the other part,

with which I am crammed. How much more Was heavy, dull, and long:

true dignity was there in the simplicity of adMr. Parker

dress among the Romans :- Marcus Tullius Made the case darker,

Cicero, Decimo Bruto Imperatori, or Caius MarWhich was dark enough without:

cello Consuli, than .to his excellency Major GenMr. Cooke

eral Noodle,' or to the honorable John Doodle.' Cited his book,

My objections are perhaps trivial and whimsical; And the Chancellor said "I DOUBT."

but, for my soul, I cannot help stating them. If, This jeu d'esprit, flying about Westminster Hall, therefore, I should address a letter to you, withreached the Chancellor, who was very much out the excellency' tacked, you must not esamused with it, not withstanding the allusion to teem it a mark of personal or official disrespect, his doubting propensity. Soon after, Mr. Rose but the reverse.” Exchange paper. having to argue before him a very untenable proposition, he gave his opinion very gravely, and with infinite grace and felicity thus concluded :-*For these reasons the judgment must

FANCIFUL TITLES. be against your clients; and here, Mr. Rose, the Chancellor DOES NOT DOUBT.'”

A variety of French novel-writers, even the ablest, frequently choose very singular titles for

their works, - apparently because they think SCHILLER'S USE OF BODILY SUFFERING.

such eccentricity is necessary to secure them

attention. At this moment works are in course I have often been acquainted with persons, of publication called • The Club of the Damned,' both men and women, in whom this condition The Bloody Shoestrings,' — My Father's (of constant bodily suffering) was habitual, and Shirt,' — The Blue-faced Knight,' — and . The who had not even a single probable hope of ever Nose.' Modern French poets, too, have the getting free from it, unless by death. To this funniest ideas and expressions imaginable. Withclass especially Schiller belonged. He suffered in the last few days the following tit-bits bare much, suffered constantly, and knew, too, that appeared in “poems ” which have the pretension (as was actually the case) these perpetual pains to be serious : .“ A sound as when the moon were gradually drawing him nearer to death. sneezes.” — " It looked like a ray of honey !" Yet of him it might truly be said that he kept - " The agitated steel,” for the ringing of a bell. his sickness imprisoned within the limits of his “ Heaven coughed,” for it thundered. body, for at whatever hour you might visit him, “Great man! thou art not a simple ceiling -in whatever state you might find him, his mind thou art the sky!” — “ Heaven - God's blue was always cheerful and tranquil, and ready for carpet !” .“ Those tender fowls with heavenly friendly intercourse, and for interesting and wings -- angels.” — Edinburgh Register.

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