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looking through a telescope at the a Dutch vessel,--the arrowy course of vessels in the river: they are a silent, a wherry,—are all beheld and thought contemplative race, made so, it may over with an unchangeable profunbe, by the eternal and higher noise of dity and a deathless silence. "It apthe sea, which has unfitted them for pears to me that words are of no the lighter voices of their kind. But use by the water side. The only from this general character for re- object that calls up an extraordinary serve and retirement let me exempt expression of surprise or distaste on honest Master Ball, as comely a man the mahogany line of visages along as ever wore checked shirt,-as con- the railing, is the aquatic innovaversational a man as ever piped all tion of a steam-boat ;--that elevates hands,-as cheerful a man as ever the bristles of twenty or thirty pair brake biscuit, or damped a tobacco- of rugged old eyebrows, and crumtinted tooth with a tumbler of cold ples up so many dark brown cheeks grog. He is, if I mistake not, the till they look like a row of biffens.-boatswain of one of the long rooms, But not a word passes. The longand sits there as jolly as though he rapid-smoking machine goes ratshould never be old; smiling on all tling by, convulsing the river, and comers, and looking over two shining agitating the lesser craft :--but much bronzed cheeks with the most easy as it offends the eyes of the oldest and winning assurance in the world. sailors, it is passed and passes in a Mrs. Morton well remarked, that he dignified silence. I was much amuslooked as if he would give sickness ed, and nudged my good friends on no more quarter than the enemy. His each side to share in my amusement, forehead shone insufferably bright, by watching one hale old man, with and quite dazzled the eyes of the a peculiar and shrewd cock of his tribeholder ; and his hands were cross- coruered beaver, probing, with his ed over the lower button of his gimlet eye, the rusty hole in the bot. waistcoat, which fastened as convex tom of a worn-out skiff. He stood a little garment as ever bent round a sideways, peering into it with all the comfortable body. Agnes thought sagacity of the pragpie's marrowbone the forehead was like that of Mr.
survey-now ogling it on this side Morton ; but we all negatived her now contemplating it on that,--and opinion, and left her to the solitary appearing to see in it something far possession of it; which, however, deeper than our poor optics could diswoman-like, she tenaciously held. He looked closer and closer, But I know not how it is, I am and twined his glossy antiquated
, I getting out of order, and am de- fingers upon the small of his back, scribing a character with which, at and pursed his under lip, -and gave present, I have clearly no business. his head a more intense twist, till I
The terrace that runs along the really thought the hole might not be whole range of the building, between a mere hole, and that I ought not, it and the water, is pleasantly si- as Mr. Puff says, to be “too sure tuated, but, as it does not much that he was a beef-eater.” Five miabound with pensioners, it is by no nutes elapsed, but the inquisition was means a striking attraction in my not over ;-indeed, it deepened and eyes. But in the walk below it, at deepened, and just as I was satisfied the edge of the water, narrow, incon- the scrutiny was ripening to a purvenient, and thronging with water- pose, and that the old man was armen, sailors, and other bronzed men,- riving at his conclusion,' he suddenly we all delighted to walk. There do the dispersed all our expectations by maimed and weather-tried tenants of loosening his hands, giving the silver the place saunter out their indolent buckle of his right leg an easy elevaand late holiday of existence. There tion into the sun, and, whistling aff do they sit for hours, like Crabbe's the last notes of some ricketty tune, Peter Ghrimes, but without his crimes, he left us with an empty stare at ourlooking upon the flood. There do selves, the building, and the river. they lean,—there stand,—there re- And this is, with these charming old cline,—there sidle about. The pass- men, an incident-a sample of life. ing of a packet,—the slow drifting of a Thus do they dwell, thus exist in domerchantman,--the heavy slumber of ing nothing with more industrious
exactness than any other kind of idlers remarks, well described by Sir Rich. in the world.
Steele. And as his language cannot By the kindness of one of Mr. Mor- fail to be more satisfactory than ton's friends, who holds some place “any thing that I can say upon it," of trust in the Hospital, we were con- I have borrowed an old copy of ducted to the chapel, one of the most that dull essayist, and transcribe for beautiful places of worship I ever be you part of the passage, as follows:held, but possessing, perhaps, too In the middle of the ceiling is a very much of architectural splendour for large oval frame, painted and carved in the sincerity and serenity of devo- imitation of gold, with a great thickness tion. It had not the unobtrusive quiet rising in the inside to throw up the figures of the little Oratory of Warwick Cas- to the greater height; the oval is fastened tle: but the gothic style is to my to a great soffite adorned with roses, in feelings always more associated with imitation of copper. The whole is supportthe sacred earnestness of prayer. Aed by eight gigantic figures of slaves, four steady, sober pensioner, with a white on each side, as though they were carved in willow wand in his hand, marshalled
stone. us up to the extreme end of the interior, and pointing to a huge painting
Each end of the ceiling is raised in per. by West, over the communion table, spective, with a balustrade and elliptic arbegan his daily labour of descrip- ches, supported by groups of stone figures, tion. The Preservation of St. Paul which form a gallery of the whole breadth ject for an old sailor to enlarge upon; the upper hall
, is seen, in perspective, the from Shipwreck must be a brave sub- of the hall; in the middle of which gal
lery (as though on the stocks,) going into and accordingly, our guide lifted up tafferill of the Blenheim man-of-wa., with his voice and spake. He pointed out all her galleries, port-holes open, &c., to the mariners,—the sea,-the vessel; one side of which is a figure of Victory flyand nothing that I can say will afford ing, with spoils taken from the enemy, you an idea of the deep rugged vi- and putting them on board the English gour of his voice. When he came to man-of-war. Before the ships is a figure a word with an R in it,-it rattled in representing the city of London, with the his mouth like a loose sail in a stiff arms, sword, and cap of maintenance, supwind; and his laborious expulsion of ported by Thame and Isis, with the other sound resembled the exertions at- her; the river Tyne pouring forth sacks of
small rivers offering up their treasures to tendant upon working a boat against coals. In the gallery, on each side of the a heavy sea. He resolutely adhered to ship, are the Arts and Sciences that relate his own mode of pronunciation, which to Navigation, with the great Archimedes, made good havoc with many stout many old philosophers consulting the comwords, that had stood the storms of pass, &c. other tongues ;—but so like the mo- At the other end, as you return out of notonous tones of the sea was this the Hall, is a gallery in the same manner, his delivery of sound, that I could in the middle of which is a stern of a beauhave closed my eyes and fancied my- tiful galley, filled with Spanish trophies; self sitting near the mainmast, with under which is the Humber with his pigs all the world of ropes and booms into her, with other lesser rivers
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of lead ; the Severn with the Avon falling creaking and rattling around me. The north end of the gallery is the famous Tycho picture is a clever picture, but it has Brahe, that noble Danish knight, and great all the hardness and stiffness peculiar ornament of his profession and human nato West. The pulpit is not at all ture. Near him is Copernicus, with his Py. suited to the purity of the chapel. thagorean system in his hand : next to him The ceiling is extremely rich. “At is an old mathematician, holding a large the entrance there is an inner portico table, and on it are described two principal supported on beautiful columns of figures of the incomparable Sir Isaac Newwhite marble, which caught the heart ton, on which many extraordinary things in of Agnes, and was not displeasing to that art are built. On the other end of the the severer eyes of her aunt and gallery, to the south, is the learned Mr.
Flamstead, Reg. Astron. Profess., with his myself. The Painted Hall faces the chapel, Flamstead's hand is a large scroll of paper,
ingenious disciple, Mr. T. Weston. In Mr. and is, to be sure, sufficiently splen- on which is drawn the great eclipse of the did :—the ceiling is, as a very clever Sun that happened in April, 1715; near little account of Greenwich Hospital him is an old man with a pendulum, count
ing the seconds of time, as Mr. Flamstead its last and eternal cabin, and how makes his observations, with his great glorious was the wood of which it mural arch and tube, on the descent of the was constructed, it is affecting little Moon on the Severn; which at certain to say that it inspires gentle, and times forms such a roll of the tides, as the proud, and melancholy thoughts. sailors corruptly call the Hygre, instead of
The kitchen, and the dinner room, the Eagre, and is very dangerous to all ships in its way. This is also expressed by with their homely furniture and peaserivers tumbling down, by the moon's influ- soup atmosphere, are refreshing to beence, into the Severn. In this gallery are hold, provided you have not állayed more arts and sciences relating to Naviga- the cravings of your appetite; and tion.
the cleanliness observable around is
the pleasantest provocative of hunger Mr. Flamstead looks down, with his in the world. When we passed ingenious disciple, in a way to awe through these rooms, the scouring all sublunary objects. The mixture was going on, and there was a thoof gods, rivers, virtues, fame, king, rough sloppiness apparent over everyqueen, and Tycho Brahe, is sufficient, thing. The bread-room had a dely various to hit the taste of the most lightful wheaten odour, which took dainty admirer of variety. I do not, my senses mightily. Agnes, as she however, see in this description any peeped with her pretty face through account of the portrait of the first the grating at the imprisoned loaves, pensioner, the original man of blue, heaved a sigh as though she pitied the Adam of Greenwich Hospital, the confinement of even a half-quarwhom death turned out of his water- tern !-so much like a prison did this side Paradise :- I see no mention of huge pantry look, and so ready was him, although the little stunted boat- her pity for any thing that reminded swain pointed him out in the ceiling, her of a prison. and dared us to get to any part of the We took a survey of the rooms, in hall without encountering the eyes of which were the little cabins of this this seaman in the shrouds. I think, happy crew, all as smart and neat as however, in spite of this, that he was the peaceful hearts and golden leisure blind. At the end of the hall are the of their tenants could make them. portraits of George I. and his family, Each pensioner appeared to have all little well-wigged princes, and for. brought with him the hammock from midable princesses, doubtless very his favourite vessel ; and the clean sistaring likenesses. Sir James Thorn- lence of the long apartments seemed hill figures away also himself, in a one perpetual sabbath. On entering, splendid suit, and enclouded in a wig – there sat our good friend Ball, of inestimable curl. “ The whole of reading near the window, with his this celebrated work was not com- comely blue legs crossed placidly pleted till 1727; and cost 6,635l. be- over each other, and his bright old ing after the rate of sl. per yard for eyes twinkling with a roguish joy the ceiling, and il. per yard for the peculiar to himself
. He did not rise sides.” This appears to me, Russell, up,-neither did he lay aside his voto be very cheap workmanship, and lume-Robinson Crusoe, or Philip might well be adopted by private fa- Quarll it might be,—but he looked milies. The sides of the hall have re- archly upon us, and answered our presentations of fluted columns, which, queries with an honest merriment that as the boatswain says, you would made me wish myself an old baldbelieve were carved ;--they are all as headed sailor of some sixty years of smooth as this wall.” Mrs. Morton age, sitting in a long room at Greenengraved a smile upon his copper vi- wich Hospital, and answering three sage, by examining closely, and very inquisitive visitors without a care as generously still professing a disbe to what queries were put to me. The lief;—he drew his willow wand across little cabins, or bed-rooms, are small, it, winked at me, and re-assured her and decked after the taste of the prothat it was nothing but painted.” prietors :-here you shall see a flamLord Nelson's car stands in one cor- ing ship,—there a picture of Nelson, ner, and when it is remembered how done on glass, with desperate blue great were the remains which it bore, coats, and alarming yellow breeches, through a grateful weeping people, to and sold by those foreign pedlars at
a price which almost persuades one tire you with the minute details, that they must have stolen the co- which you will read in the agreeable lours, or pilfered the pictures ready and intelligent little pamphlet, sold franied and glazed.
at the hospital (a copy of which I We were shown into some of the now send you).-We sauntered into rooms of state, and were hurried the park, and buried ourselves for from portrait to portrait in cruel some hours in the green solitude of haste. In one room we beheld Cap- that solemn and peaceful retreat. tain Spearing, the marvellous gentle. The rich trees, spreading and mingman that lived seven days in a coal- ling their ample foliage-the soft verpit without food, and afterwards dure of the grass—the deep and silent married and had nine children, as he dells--the lofty and green eminences by his own ingenious and entertain- (commanding a view of the mighty ing narrative avoucheth. The be- city, and its spacious living river), lief among the sailors, however, is, all well and wondrously contrasted that a Robin Redbreast brought him with the scene we had been witnessfood, but I do not altogether side ing, and disposed our hearts to feel with the pensioners in this creed. brimmed with peace and grateful He looked so well and neat in joy, and gently to marvel“ why there his light flaxen wig, though up- was misery in a world so fair !” I wards of ninety, as I was told, that shall never forget Mrs. Morton's I had serious thoughts of trying a voice, musical and eloquent in that coal-pit myself, and could well en- blessed place, and Agnes letting her dure the Robin Redbreast's victuals sweet nature breathe itself in unto survive so well and flourish so restrained freedom. We returned to merrily.
town, and recounted to Mr. Morton, Age, indeed, in this matchless late into the night, the wonders we building, is as verdant and pleasant had seen! as youth elsewhere. You see white Forgive this letter of fearful length; hairs in every direction--but no white not often will I so err ; but the More faces. The venerable chaplain, whom tons are described, and you will not I saw, had a cheerful vivacity, and have that description to undergo a sprightly vein of conversation, quite again. Miss Prudence had seen Mr. captivating and instructive; and I the tragedian, and was proam very sincere in wishing, Russell, foundly pensive :--Tom was tired to that you and I could have a cozey death, and slept in his chair a sort dish of tea with him, and a long chat of dog-sleep, learned, I believe, at over the early governors and the the strife he had been witnessing:golden days of Greenwich Hospital. Farewell.—Love to all the Powells
I have given you, my good friend, -not forgetting yourself, my dear a very imperfect and hasty sketch of Russell. Your’s faithfully, this great charity; but I'would not Albany. EDWARD HERBERT,
LETTER TO CORNELIUS VAN VINKBOOMS, ESQ.
ON THE EXETER EXHIBITION OF PAINTING8.
Exeter, 16 Oct. 1821. Dear Mr. Van Vinkbooms,
city. As you are a sort of fostere I am an old man and a lover of father to the fine arts, and look after old pictures, and I take the privilege the sister Muses with a careful and of age to address you with that mark- parental eye, I am quite sure that ed affection which you will not dis- you will regard any advancement of like, when you know that I read your their influence and welfare as so dogmas the first among the articles much achieved by your constant lain the LONDON MAGAZINE, and that bours in their behalf; and I therefore I learn enough from them to set me venture, for nearly the first time in up as a connossieur in this western my life (having only written papera on political economy in a country works; but let me not undervalue newspaper, which, however, were the sanction of his name to an underreadily inserted on my merely paying taking in the bud, as I may poetically the common price of an advertise- call it. Sir Stafford Northcote (a ment), to address these few lines to relation of the great Northcote the inform you that Painting hath set painter, I presume,) indeed, discouher blessed foot in the west - that raged the attempt at first, as I am she is rising like a sun in this quarter informed, but on seeing that others (which, let alone its not being the thought it practicable, he begged east, is the truest and most apposite that one of his pictures might be infigure that I can adopt). The mists serted in the room, and his name in of ignorance are rolling away towards the catalogue. There appears to be the distant villages, and we are be- a cowardly feeling of the way, and not ginning to break forth with a splen- a march at once to success! The best dour which will rival the proud lustre works— indeed I may say almost of Plymouth (the birth-place of Sir the only works worth seeing, are Joshua Reynolds and Eastlake) and from the collection of a Mr. W. Kenthe enlightened glories of Birming- dall,-a worthy and intelligent gentleham (the birth-place of no one). man of these parts, who has contri
It has long been considered, dear buted with a liberal hand. There Mr. Cornelius, a desideratum, or, an- are a few, a very few, fine portraits, by glicè, a thing to be desired, that Opie, Northcote, and Owen ;-parExeter should add to its agreeable ticularly one of Northcote's own fine theatre (that theatre from which the sensible head !--And a very rich, ripe, great Mr. Kean was selected), to its old landscape, A Flemish Revel, by public assemblies, and its architec- Ostade and Teniers (worth the price tural riches,-an institution for the of admission and catalogue in itself), encouragement of the fine arts; and which I look at again and again withat length, partly by the exertions of out tiring, and which I point out to a respectable tradesman of the name my children as a warm, glowing, fruitof Cole (a dealer in drawings and ful specimen of the old masters. You looking-glasses), and chiefly by the will be glad to hear that the fine arts instantaneous exertions of the nobi, (to take up my first figure) are dawnlity and gentry of Devon-such an ing in the west-and I rejoice, that I institution has been formed. Appli- am one of the first to announce to cation having been made to the prin- you such gratifying intelligence. cipal persons of wealth and taste in Pray encourage us, Mr. Van Vinkthe county for the loan of their pictures, booms!—Pray tell Mr. Cole that he to form an exhibition, for the delight, is a laudable person--pray impress glory, and instruction of the inhabit- upon the nobility and gentry of ants of Exeter, the Earl of Morley, Devon, that by taking a lukewarm Sir Thomas Ackland, Lord Clifford, interest in this important work they Mr. Bielfield, and others, with a most are letting slip an opportunity of praiseworthy alacrity, supplied a few doing a great service to their county. of their paintings towards forwarding Up with your voice, Mr. Van Vinkthe plan; and with many disappoint- booms, up with it, and awaken this ments, and under considerable dis- slumbering enthusiasm of Devonshire advantages, a small and interesting men! Halloo! to the heart of Sir exhibition has been opened. I my- Thomas Ackland! Speak aloud into self furnished my solitary little land- the ears of the Earl of Egremont, scape, leaving a great yellow stain and spare not! Thunder into the on the white pannel of my best draw- mind of Mr. Dickenson ! Call out, ing-room, to bear testimony of my and waken to the watch, Mr. W. A. zeal in the cause. Certain it is, Mr. Harris ! The sister Muses are now Cornelius, that more might have been likely to obtain a seat here; and I done ; for it is not to be supposed, trust, I do trust, Mr. Cornelius will that Sir Thomas Ackland's best pic- give them his vote, which, in the electure is the faded portrait of one of tion for fame, is a plumper! his ancestors by Sir Joshua Reynolds; I am, dear Mr. Van Vinkbooms, or that his collection is so limited,
Your's extremely, as to afford no more than four trifling