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they, the tout ensemble is grand, is nuble; yet Il
THE VILLAGE GROCER. though even bere is more of the caricature, || This is also a rural housewife, but quite of a more of the grotesque than in many of his different species from the specimen in our works, still does it bring to our ideas the re last Number, and wbich it is the opinion of membrance of Raphael and Poussin, haunting, the French connoisseurs is by no means equal as it were, the chamber of the artist.
to that already given. This, in fact, is noPoussin himself has never drawn a finer | thing but the jolly shopkeeper, or buckster, head, a head with more expression, more with all the manuers of the counter; aud finished, or more classic than the head of the il here, in addition to the difference of expressick woman; even a plysician would not be sion, the head itself is much inferior to the deceived, nor would be require to feel the other, for the eyes are grey, without life or pulse before he could decide upon the disorder. I brilliancy, and the shades of tbe countenance Raphael has never shone more brilliant in his l are too faint and too judecisive even for an drapery, or in its costume; never has he com interior light. The hands also are too witherposed any thing more elegant than the disha ed, although delicate in their form, and the bilie of the female, never has he skeiched an right hand is the worst drawn. The outlines attitude which preserves better the dignity of and angles of motion are too abrupt, too acute; the character. Poussin has never drawn a the blue apron is laboriously finished; the figure whose expression accords better with the llinen is lightly drawn, and well finished; antique, nor more natural, more toucbing than and the short gown is full and round-about that of the young female who presses her lips enough, but of a stuff whose species is doulotto the band of her dying mother. Raphaelful. has never produced a figure of adolescence ! The old woman who sits is a better figure ; more finely slender, or more elegant, than that she seems to reckog up the remainder of her of this magnificent empiric, called in when all money before she lays down the crown piece regular prescription is given over as avail 1, which is in her left band. Tbis expression is ing. Poussin has no where a shadowing of well.caught by the profile; the lower lip cal. expression more exquisitely felt than that of
ery felt than that ofculates : and her linen head-dress is thrown in the maid-servant, who is anxious to prevent in a demi-tint which displays great judgment, ber mistress froin seeing her extreme danger, l This head is indeed a copy from that of the and wbo by a glance of her eye endeavours to old woman in the picture of the Fainily, al. check the grief which the young and sensitive li ready given; but then its general tone is less daughter cannot conccal. Rembrandt has highly finished, and its shadows are by no never produced effects of light more true, I means so transparent. Her gown seems to be more strikingly correct, than that of the day- la changeable stuff, but then it is not silky beams which enter through the window, and enough to ascertain precisely of what kind. are gradually lost as they recede towards the The right hand also is too small; and the back ground. The ablest painter of inani- little boy behind this old woman has bandsunie mate objecis has never produced the various features, but rather ideal. The whole tone of details of furniture inore highly finished, or the apartments, and of the back ground in better drawn, than the marble vessel with particular, is strictly in unison with the subpurple tints, containing a porcelain vase, orject. In the details of this piece we eannot the bronzes wbich form the handles. The pass by a package of crumpled paper whose inlaid Aoor is a lesson of perspective; and the execution appears trilling, but which has mutual reflection and shade of the various ob drawn forth all the skill of Gerard Duw. jects are a study of colouring for the artist.! A ve:se of common earthenware, and of a Whether we blame or praise, we go from the very red colour, rests upon the fore-ground, detail to a general view, we return again frun and has been placed there with great skill by a general view to the detail; liere then we the artist. Without this blotch of red all the bave only to say that the tout ensemble has all rest of the piece would he too deeply coloured; the wisdom, all the art of a great master, it seeins to prepare and to lead the eye by its whilst the detail is as precious as that of impression, and to conduct it gradually to artis:s who had never attempied any other the background of the picture. A basket mode of painting
which hangs in the window, is a chef a'@urte As a contrast to this high finished work, of patience; the shadow of each separate twig we next give
is distinctly traced upon tbe wall.
GRAUAJI OF BALGOWAN,
SONG OF THE FAIRIES TO THE SEA
BY THE LATE MISS SEWARD.
(glowing, Every nymph, that sportive lares
Hasten, and our norrice join,
Ere the gaudy morning shine! From Scotia's fam'd land, where his forefathers flourislid,
Rising from the foamy wave, And still wliere true valour and genius arc
Lustantly your aid we crave, To fight for his country, with zeal overflowing,
Come, and trip, like our gay band, A way to the wars wont brave Graham of Bal.
Traceless on the amber saud. gowan!
Haste, or we must hence away,
Yet an hour, and all is day.
Al your bidding, from our feet
Shail the occan monsters fleet;
Sea rettle and sting fish glide The hero and patriot in Graham of Balgowau!
Back upon the refluent tide.
Haste, the dawu has streak'd the cloud, For often, at midnight, the camp-cloak bis Hark! the village cock has crow'd. cov'ring,
Se, the clouds of night retire, While Spirits benignant around him were hov'r
Hesper gleams with languid fire; He stole the repose which to Nature was
Quickly then our rerel join, owing,
The blush of morn is on the brine. To study their welfare who duell at Bagowan! ||
Lviterers! we must hence away,
Yonder breaks the orb of day.
TO A PRIMROSE.
SWEET, modest fou'ret, that, beneath the How Britons can triumph, led on by Balgowau! | thorn, Whole legions were routed; their confidence
Unfold'st tly beauties in the lonely dell, shaken;
I meet thy fragrance in the breeze of morn, Guns, banners, and gen'rals, and squadrons
In wilds where solitude and sileuce dwell. And those who escap'd, with a sigh, are be- | Though garden flowers a richer tint display, stowing
ll They oft demand the planter's nicest care; The meed of renown on the troops of Balgowan! || Whilst thou appear`st beneath some shelt'ring
[air. lo must'ring our force, when the battle is over,
Mid April's lingering frosts and piercing Affection bewails some lost friend or fond lover;
jiow like the rustic Poet's lot is thine! But Fame's golden trumpet sball never cease Whom vature taught the simple song to The names of the herves who vied with Bal
Doom'd in oblivion's darkest shades to pine,
praise. * Balgowan, in Perthshire, is the patrimo. || So in some pathless desart thou art thrown, mialiolieritance of Lieutenant-General Thomas To shed thy sweet perfume, and fade unGraham, the Hero of Barrosa.
TO THE MEMORY OF MATILDA || To help a poor forlorn you could not fail, I was wont with emotion
If mercy boasts a seat within your breast. To own the soft power,
'Twas Henry made me prostitution's prey, This season imparts to the soul;
He did in friendship's mask my heart subdue: Now pensive I gaze,
'Twas lie, ungrateful man, who pav'd the way Its influence seenis gone,
To future scenes which honour shrinks to And its charms can no longer controul.
view. Sure the sun shines as bright,
How shall I paint those joys which now are And the birds sing as gay,
pasi ? Why heaves thus he sighs from my heart? Or how my murder'd parent's love relate? 'Tis the sighs of regret,
'Till Henry came my virtuous mind to blastDear Matilda for thee,
'Til Henry made me feel their direst hate. Aad the sorrow I feel thus to part.
My tender mother, who, with fond delight, Not a leaf or a blossom
View'd mein life's decline, her pleasing care, Expanding to view,
Soon clos'd her aged eyes in endless night, But dearest Matilda appears;
And breath'd for my reclaim her ferveni And my sympathy mourns
pray’r. For the loss of my friend,
My father, too, bereav'd of wife and child, Cut off in the bud of her years.
A prey to racking torments soon became; How fondly I looked
By madvess seiz'd, by frenzy driv'n wild, For the intercourse sweet,
In latest breath, curs'd bis puor Anna's When thy age to maturity grew;
name. But 'tis selfish to wish
In humblest tones, your pity then I crave, Thee, dear girl, back again,
My wants compel me thus to pray relief; Siuce the change is a blessing to you.
Soon shall I friendless seek the silent grave To each friend ibou wert dear,
That grave where ends both misery and And thy virtues well known,
grief. Or my pen on thy praise long should dwell, Thougla vain is such praise
THE TEAR. For a spirit so bless'd,
1. On beds of snow the moon, beam slept, , Dear Matilda, for ever farewell!
And chilly was the midnight gloom,
When by the damp grave Ellen wept-
Steel maid! it was her Lindor's tomb! With acbing heart, your pity, Sir, I crave, ll A warm tear gush'd, the wintry air
My wan's compel me thus to pray relief; l Congeal'd it as it fluw'd away: Soon shall I friendless scek the silent grave,
Ali night it lay an ice-drop there, That grave where ends both nuisery and grief. | At morn it glitter'd in ibe ray! These clothes my state to passers by proclaim, I. An angel, wand'ring from her sphere, These haggard looks in unison appear;
Who saw this bright, this frozen gem,
To dew-ey'd Pily bronglit the tear,
HERE may the red rose and the waite, • And fortune haild him as her favour'd child. To shade the linet's west unite; Scarcely my lips the piteous tale began,
May beart's ease open with the light, Scarce bad I dard lus bounty to implore,
And sunshine banish mildews quite. When lo! the minion of this cruel man, [door. May Health on ev'ry rose-leaf ling
With sternuess, bade me quit his master's The sweetest blessings she can bring; Oh! pray your charity to me impart,
May bees be busy on the wing; For the keen blast assails my weakeu'd frame;
Aud may the robin all day sing. Console, ere 'tis to late, this breaking heart, And may at night euch alley green
Which soon will leave of Amna but the name. ll That winds around this magic scene, Should I repeat the soft seductive tale
By Fairy elves be kept so clean, That Henry urgd to inar my future rest, That not a single thorn be seen.
EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.
No. 1.-WALKING DRESS.
should, otherwise this would be the precise
point, wbeu ease aud elegance, nature and proA pelisse of pale piok sarspet, lined with
priety, are all combined to contribute to the white, and ornamented with rich silk Bran. |
grace and loveliness of the female person. denburg triminings of correspondent pink, or
We scarcely ever remember that in any sea. pale brown ; a high standing ruff round the throat; a Persian mantle of pale blue, or
son white was so uuiversally prevailing as at white, thrown over the dress. A basket hat t be present; it is not exclusively confined to of straw, ornamented will, a demi-wreath of the under garb, for we have observed several half blown roses. Shoes of blue kid; gloves
pelisses, manlles, cloaks, tippets, and spensers
innumerable in white sarsnet, trimmed with of York tait.
broad Mechlin lace; and for the higher order of
the promenade nuthing can be more elegantiy No. 2.-PARISIAN BALL DRESS.
bewitcbing, though scarcely more attractive, A frock of white crape, ornamented with
than the pelisse of a dark bút bright green white satin in a leaf patieru, the bottom of the
sarsnet unconfined, and negligently flowing dress trimmed with pale French roses and a
back so as to display a bigb dress vieing with plaiting of green and root-coloured ribband
the lily in whiteness, and worn with a cottage mixed; short bell sleeves; Persian fringed
boquet of white chip, tied with white. Small sash; long white kid gloves; stockings much
sarsuet cloaks, sloped to a point in front, and embroidered; the hair plaited, and twisted with
trimmed with broad black lace, are very prea double row of pearls.
vailing, as are lace cloaks of a like form, witla a small tippet of sarsnet worn underneath. Sbort sarsnet pelisses trimmed with lace, or
long pelisses of the most transparent muslin GENERAL OBSERVATIONS
lived with pale pink or blue sarsnet, spensere
in musliu lined are likewise very general. ON
Crape mantlets reaching only to the point of FASHION AND DRESS.
the elbow, bound and trimmed witb satin rib
band, with satin turban caps oruamented with Nothing can be a stronger proof that there ll a lung white willow featber, are elegantly apis a way of setting off native beauty with easel propriate for the evening select promenade. and innocence, which will charm without the l Within these few days gipsy hats bave apdanger of turning outward ornaments into peared, they are extremely becoining to a light folly and extravagance, than the present model airy figure: the slouched riding hats, with of dress affords; Dever were ladies so simply I pointed rims in front, are much worn, but beattired, so divested of all the unnecessary trap coming too general, they have among a few pings of finery, as at the present day, and select fashionables given place tu the gipsy when did they appear half so lovely, so allrac bonnets with dome crowns; but nothing can tive? Fashion is always aiming at perfection, li supersede the coltage hoonet, either in straw, but never finds it, or never stops where it chip, or saliu, organeated with a white ostricb