small picture of Acteon, belonging to can be no difficulty in foretelling the The celebrated painting of Moses touching the Rock, by Murillo, which is placed in one of the hospitals in Se-ing was the tragedy of Hamlet; and M. Stefano Barezzi, of Milan, has discovered a process for transposing paintings in fresco from one wall to another without injuring them. He covers the picture with a prepared canvass, which detaches the whole of the painting from the wall. The canvass is then applied to another wall, to which the picture attaches without the least trait being lost. M. Barezzi is now engaged in removing a large picture of Marco d'Oggione, in the Church and afforded a rich treat to a very crowded and elegant audience. On Wednesday night, Mr. Young appeared in another of his favourite characters-Rolla, in Pizarro. This play has been one of the most successful of its kind ever produced on the stage; there were, however, many circumstances which tended to give it popularity when first produced, the most important of which were the political situations in which the countrywas placed, and which the dramatist turned to very good advantage in the sentiments which he conveyed through. the play. With the exception of John Kemble, the Peruvian hero never had a better representative than in Mr. Young, and he sustained it on Wednesday with as much effect as we ever witnessed. In his scenes with Cora and Elvira, he was particularly happy, and in the last act, the manly indignation which he felt at the perfidy of the Spanish commander, his noble efforts to save the child, and the manner in which he restored it to Cora, elicited the loudest acclamations. Mrs. Fancit as Elvira, and Miss Foote as Cora, gave much interest to their characters; and of Yates, and the Blind-inan of Blanthe Alonzo of Abbott, the Las Casas chard, were all highly respectable. In the farce of the Irish Widow, fnot played for the last twenty years), which followed, a young lady made her first appearance, on any stage, in the della Pace, at Rome, and it is hoped three seasons ago. His re-appearance character of the Widow Brady. This that by this process he will be able to The Drama. young lady is a neat petite figure, with an agreeable and animated countenance. Her voice is rather too feeble for so large a house; and we suspect she would be more at home in a less bustling character. She was, however, well received, and the farce, with the aid of Farren in Kecksey; Emery in Whittle; and Connor in Sir Patrick, went off with much applause. called forth the warmest transports of joy ; the acclamations, loud and long, continued from all parts of the house, and the pit simultaneously rose, waving hats and handkerchiefs in DRURY LANE.-The new farce of congratulations of his return. Mr. Monsieur Tonson, which is from the Young, we are happy to say, looks expen of Mr. Moncrief, having under-tremely well, and though it was scarcegone some judicious curtailments, con-ly to be expected that he should have Among the new engagements at this tinues to be played every evening improved, yet we do not think his pow-theatre, we find the name of Mr. with applause. The monotony, how-ers have suffered any diminution during Drinkwater Meadows, who is a comic ever, which reigns at this theatre, can- his absence. He displayed all that performer of considerable promise, and not last long, unless the manager pre-energy, acuteness, and discrimination, of great provincial celebrity. fers empty benches, with a triffing ex- which so peculiarly mark bis portrait penditure, to active exertions and good of Hamlet; in the soliloquies he dishouses. It was, we believe, intended played his declamatory talents to great that the Coronation should not have advantage; and in many parts, particubeen exhibited after Monday last, but larly the closet scene, he was powerfully it still continues; Mr. Elliston proba-effective. Mr. Young is a very equal bly thinking it as attractive as any performer; he does not startle bis authing he has at present to offer in its dience by sudden bursts, but wins their stead. We trust that the parsimonious system on which the management of this theatre is conducted, will not be continued much longer; if it is, there applause by his chasteness of style and HAYMARKET.-The success of Mr. Kenney's new comedy of Matchbreaking (for it is decidedly successful) appears to us quite a phenomenon in the history of the drama. We stated our objections to it in our last, which have not been removed, in witnessing the comedy a second and a third time. With an improbable story, trite septiments, party feelings, and a total absence of wit, this comedy, by a sort of harmony in its incidents, keeps the in terest of the audience on the alert to will not, he trusts, be deemed an idle The comedy was, on Wednesday night, preceded by Tom Thumb, in which J. Russell played the character of King Arthur, admirably; indeed, we have seldom seen this actor to more advantage. We cannot say much in praise of Taylenre's Lord Grizzle; there was too much buffoonery in it. Literature and Science. The alabaster sarcophagus, found in the newly discovered tomb, at Thebes, was deposited in the British Museum on Wednesday last, by order of Mr. Salt, his Majesty's Consul-General in Egypt. contained the two countries of CyrenaiTM ca and Marmorica. The former was called Pentapolis, from the five great cities which it contained; one of which was Berenice, or Hesperis, now Bernic, the spot where the celebrated gar dens of the Hesperides are generally supposed to have existed. Not far distant was Barce or Baca, and Ptolemais, now Tolometa. To the east of the extreme northern point of the coast, called Thycus Promontorium, now Cape Rasat, was Apollania, now Marza Susa, or Sosush, formerly the port of Cyrene, that city being situated on a little island; it was founded by Battus, who led thither a Lacedæmonian colony from Thera, one of the Cyclades; and the kingdom was afterwards bequeathed to the Roinans by the last of the Ptolomies, surnamed Apton, and was forined by that nation into a province with Crete. The expedition will explore the vestiges of it, which are supposed still to remain under the name of Curin; to the east of this stood the fifth city of ancient Cyrenaica, called Darnie, now Derne. ENGLISH OPERA HOUSE.- This New Expeditions to Africa.-His house closed for the season on Thurs- Majesty, who takes every opportunity day night. Although no manager of promoting the interests of science ever presented more novelties in the and of art, expressed his desire, a short time, every one of which were success-time since, that an expedition should ful, yet we fear the season has been far be formed to explore certain parts of from being a profitable one. The fever Africa, which border upon Egypt. in which the town was kept in the ear-The idea was suggested in consequence ly part of the season by the coronation, of the successful researches of M. Bel- South of Marmarica, (before menwas unfavourable to the drama; and zoni in the latter country; but the ob- tioned,) which our countrymen will the production of the pageant at the ject of the present expedition is of a visit, and in the midst of the sands of two great theatres, one of which has different character from the pursuits Libyan desert, was a small and beaubeen open all the time, presented a no- of that gentleman, inasmuch as it is tiful spot, refreshed by streams and velty too attractive for the chaste per- the discovery, not of the ponderous luxuriant with verdure, in which stood formances of the English Opera to cope monuments of Egyptian labour, but the temple, so celebrated in antiquity, with. We must, however, confess, that of the remains of Greek and Romanof Jupiter Ammon, said to have been the neglect of this theatre is neither edifices, which it is conjectured are founded by Bacchus, in gratitude to creditable to English taste nor to Eng-scattered in different parts of Libya, his father Jupiter, who appeared to fish feeling. The encroachments of the larger houses were alluded to in the farewell address, which was well delivered by Mr. Bartley. It is as follows: ́ Ladies and Gentlemen,—Our short season is this evening brought to a close. The aggressions of the larger establishments have this year reached their climax, since Drury Lane Theatre has continued open during the whole of the limited period allotted to our performances, and thereby deprived us even of the slender harvest which, on former occasions, we had been allowed to reap. How far the wisdom of government may deem it fit to allow of these gradual encroachments on the summer theatres, or may condescend to take an interest in those public amusements, is beyond our power at present to ascertain; though, under all the circumstances, we may be allowed to indulge a reasonable hope of speedy and effectual relief. a country which those celebrated na- The gentleman who has been chosen by government, with the approbation of his Majesty, to superintend this expedition, is Mr. Beechey, many years secretary to Mr. Salt, the English consul to Egypt, and the constant companion to M. Belzoni, in his late indefatigable researches. The lords of the Admiralty have also afforded every assistance in their power to advance the object of this expedition, by fitting out a small vessel with a complement of men, and entrusting the command to Lieutenant Hoppner, who was engaged under Captain Parry in the last northern expedition, and from whose The proprietor, Ladies and Gentle-drawings were executed the engravings men, begs leave to offer, through me, his that embellish the account of that grateful acknowledgments for the share of patronage he has received. It has been voyage. far greater than, under the oppressive difficulties he has had to contend with, he could reasonably have hoped for; and it him, when perishing with thirst, in the form of a ram, and shewed him a fountain. Here was the Fons Solis, whose waters were cold at noon and hot at night. Here also the celebrated ancient Oracle, so difficult of access through the Libyan Deserts, and which was consulted by Alexander the Great after a memorable and dané gerous journey, the token of which, transmitted to posterity, is the ram's horn upon the head of that conqueror, on numerous medals. The expedition will, in all probability, be engaged three or four years. Another expedition is about to proceed to the interior of Africa, on that hitherto fatal enterprize, the discovery of the course and termination of the River Niger. It consists of Dr, Woodney, Lieut. Clapperton, of the royal navy, and Lieut. Denman, of the army. They will proceed from Tripoli to Mourzook, and thence enLibya, the country about to be ex-deavour to reach Tombuctoo or Bor plored by our adventurous country- nou. men, is that which in ancient times Discoveries in Egypt.-A young Englishman of the name of Wadding-hallowed heart; these Christian conco- The Bee. 1 Dr. Donne was allowed to be one of the most witty and eloquent divines of his day. Whether, as Chaucer says, of selfish priests 'He sette his benefice to hire, And lette his shepe acombred in the mire, met with for many years!'- Who are these, my lord?' said the doctor, My ribs,' replied his lordship, ⚫ which I have not felt for many years until now.' A Frenchman very gravely observed, that if Adam had had the good sense to have purchased the office of king's se cretary, we should all have been nobles. Taxing Costs. Each lawyer's bill must see the taxing master.) And thus, in country style, made this objec But first he wished to have some explanation, tion: 'I'm coom, you zee, to pay your small account, ་ This six and eight-pence, therefore, is here charged, or not, I do not pretend to say. But know Immediately after the execution of Louis XVI. a Venetian democrat, on hearing that Monsieur had assumed the title of Louis XVIII waited on his majesty, and commenced his address of congratulation in the following cou-fear any one. plet: "Thou unhappy King of no land, More wretched than the King of Poland.' The admirers of fine writing, and particularly of that new species of beauty called Alliteration, now so much used by orators, will be pleased with the following character of a young lady, from an old Newcastle Journal: Died in the flower of her age, Miss Mary Harrison, daughter of the late Mr. Thomas Harrison, of Wheldon Bridge House.-If boundless benevolence be the basis of beatitude, and harmless humility the harbinger of a I am your's, UP TO SNUFF' Maxims of George I.-Never to forsake a friend; to endeavour to do justice to every person; and not to A whimsical couplet from the writer of it to a Welsh squire, who had promised a hare: 'Tell me, thou son of great Cadwallader! Hast sent the hare? or hast thou swallowed her.' As a whimsical couplet, this can be Lord North, during a severe illness, (Tis customary, and should be enlarged,) J. P. 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EVERY circumstance that transpires relating to the character and conduct of the Northamptonshire Peasant, tends to justify the assertion of a critic in the Quarterly Review, that he furnishes one of the most striking instances of patient and persevering talent, existing and enduring in the most forlorn and Casterton and went to Pickworth, a ham "At the latter end of the year I left seemingly hopeless condition, that lite- let, which seems by its large stretch of rature has at any time exhibited.' The old foundations and ruins to have been a two volumes before us, though pro- town of some magnitude in past times, duced under circumstances of less dif- though it is now nothing more than a half ficulty than his first production, have solitude of huts, and odd farm-houses, still been written at intervals spatched scattered about, some furlongs asunder: from the labours of husbandry, to miles further, from beginning to end. the marks of the ruins may be traced two which he is still doomed, to maintain Here, by hard working, day and night, his afflicted parents and his wife and I at last got my one pound saved, for the child. It may be asked, has the know-printing of the proposals, which I never ledge of his genius and his miseries obtained nothing for him? Yes; a few noble individuals have come to his aid, the Marquis of Exeter allows him an annuity of fifteen guineas per annum, and Earl Spencer one of ten pounds, Earl Fitzwilliam has presented him with 100l. and his publishers have added another 1001. to it. These sums, with some smaller contributions, altogether yield him forty-five pounds a-year; a sum which, though insufficient for the support of his family, must afford him considerable relief, and for which he seems truly grateful. When, about eighteen months ago, we noticed Clare's first work, we gave some account of his life; his struggles to obtain a smattering of education by the few halfpence which he earned by extra-labour as a plough-boy; when two months' labour were required to pay for one month's schooling; and three years of toil did nothing more for him than to enable him to read the Bible. We stated the rapture with which he hailed the purchase of Thomson's Seasons, the very thoughts of which produced the first effort of his muse. In the introduction to the vo VOL. III. Price 6d. lumes before us, there are some further I sat beneath the shelter of a woodland tiou. All his Prospectuses were distributed, but, alas! he could only obtain the names of seven subscribers. Que of these subscribers, however, was the means of recommending Clare to better patrons, and had the honour of RR-40 first introducing his talents to the knowledge of the world. While all the prospect round beams fair to view, Like a sweet opening flower with its unsullied dew. Ah, often brushing through the dripping grass, Has he been seen to catch this early charm, List'ning the "love song" of the healthy lass Passing with milk-pail on her well-turn'd arm; Or meeting objects from the rousing farm; The jingling plough-teams driving down the steep, Waggon and cart - and shepherd-dogs' alarm, Raising the bleatings of unfolding sheep, As o'er the mountain top the red sun `gins to peep. 'Nor could the day's decline escape his gaze; He lov'd the closing as the rising day, And oft would stand to catch the setting rays, When we saw two new volumes of poems, by Clare, announced, within so short a period since his first collection was published, we acknowledge we were afraid that his friends were drawing too freely on his genius, and forcing him before the public somewhat too hastily; we must, however, confess, that this is not the case, and numerous as are the pieces in these volumes, there are scarcely any that we would have wished to be withheld. The whole of these poems, with the exception of about a dozen pieces (some of which are his earliest productions, have been written since his former volume went to press. The principal poem, the Village Minstrel,' was begun in the autumo of 1819, and finished soon after the former volume made its appearance. Clare is himself the hero of his poem, and paints, with glowing vi gour, the misery in which he then was, and his anxiety for his future fate. It And shut the lovely scene, and bade all nature is a fine picture of rural life, and the author luxuriates in his love of natural objects and his description of rustic sports and village scenes, notwithstanding the melancholy reflections and forbodings with which they are accompanied. A few stanzas will justify our remark. The author is describing his own feelings and character: Whose last beams stole not unperceiv'd away; When, hesitating like a stag at bay, The bright unwearied sun seem'd loth to drop, Till chaos' night-hounds hurried him away, And drove him headlong from the mountain. top, stop.' 'It might be curious here to hint the lad, How in his earliest days he did appear; Mean was the dress in which the boy was clad, His friends so poor, and clothes excessive dear, They oft were foil'd to rig him once a year; And housewife's care in many a patch was seen; Much industry 'gainst want did persevere : His friends tried all to keep him neat and clean, Though care has often fail'd, and shatter'd he has been. Yet oft fair prospects cheer'd his parent's dreams, Who had on Lubin founded many a joy; But pinching waut soon baffled all their schemes, And dragg'd him from the school a hopeless To keep the little toil could not destroy; And oft with books spare hours he would beguile, And blunder oft with joy round Crusoe's lonely isle.' The description of harvest homeits sports-the amusements of the village feast, are full of truth and nature, and intermingled with passages of great beauty and the most delicate sentiment of which the following is a pleasing instance:-: O rural love! as spotless as the dove's; And go a forger of that sacred name; Far from the wedded lord and haughty dame This boon of heavenly happiness retires, Not felon-like law-bound, but wedded in desires.' There is much force in the author's lament for those restraints, which the hands of power are putting on the pleasures of the humble peasant; he contrasts, with much feeling and regret, the state of the village green ere— civil wars 'gainst nature's peace combin'd, And desolation struck her deadly blows,' 'When ploughs destroy'd the green, when groves of willows fell.' But he shall speak for himself :— "There once were springs, when daisies' sil ver studs Like sheets of snow on every pasture spread; There once were summers, when the crowflower buds Like golden sunbeams brightest lustre shed; And trees grew once that shelter'd Lubin's head; There once were brooks sweet whimpering down the vale: The brooks no more-kingcup and daisy fled; Their last fallen tree the naked moors bewail, And scarce a bush is left to tell the mournful tale. 'Yon shaggy tufts, and many a rushy knot Existing still in spite of spade and plough, As seeming fond and loth to leave the spot, Tell where was once the green-brown fallows now, Where Lubin often turns a sadden'd brow, Marks the stopt brook, and mourns oppression's power; And thinks how once he waded in each slough, To crop the yellow "horse-blob's" early flower, Or catch the "miller's-thumb" in summer's sultry hour. 'There once were days, the woodman knows it well, When shades e'en echoed with the singing thrush; There once were hours, the ploughman's tale. can tell, When morning's beauty wore its carliest blush. How woodlarks carol'd from each stumpy bush; Lubin himself has mark'd them soar and sing: The thorns are gone, the wondlark's song is hush, Spring more resembles winter now than spring, The, shades are banish'd all-the birds have took to wing. There once were lanes in nature's freedom dropt, There once were paths that every valley wound, Inclosure came, and every path wes stopt; Each tyrant fix'd his sign where paths were found, To hint a trespass now who cross'd the ground: Justice is made to speak as they command; The high road now must be each stinted bound; |