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sent tale we have Count Arnold de Mon. | We notice one or two typographical tarbas, a type of the pleasure-loving French blemishes that somewhat interfere with the noble, haughtily regarding his peasant en pleasure of reading this book, which is other. tourage as existing only for his convenience wise very well and neatly got up. and at his pleasure. We have the 'fierce demagogue, Coupe-Tete, fierce in words, not deeds; and his sister, the ardent Amazon citoyenne, Leonie, alias “the Wolverine.' A WOMAN Hater. By Charles R As a foil to this representative of the | Montreal: Dawson Brothers, 1877. ferocious feminine element which played so prominent a part in that terrible crisis, we Mr. Charles Reade has served a sufficiently have the sweet, blooming, loving Rosine, long apprenticeship to the writer's craft to with all the heroic endurance of a devoted enable him to avoid many of the faults that woman hid under her girlish confiding soft often make shipwreck of the hopes of less ness. It is with no small satisfaction that experienced novelists. "A Woman Hater' we see her delivered from the machinations may therefore be safely pronounced to be of the reckless Count, and saved for her lively and exciting, and to have enough plot brave, honest, peasant lover, Pierre. This (that 'salt' which alone prevents putrefac. little idyll, indeed, forms the only bright tion) to keep the reader in a proper state of streak in the otherwise sombre woof of the anxiety. Add to all this the fact that, like story. The author is evidently an enthusi- | most of Mr. Reade's novels, it has a definite astic admirer of the beautiful and unfortunate social purpose, in support of which the Marie Antoinette, to whom, whatever may author deals some 'swashing blows,' and we have been her feminine faults, we must shall be fain to admit (though we may doubt grant the virtues of courage and devotion ; the esthetic propriety of fiction being laden so we have glimpses of the ill-fated Queen with social moralities) that this is a book and her good-natured, well-meaning, but | above the average. irresolute husband, at the crisis of their The particular cause of the oppressed history, which are probably as faithful as which Mr. Reade, speaking with the voice of most historical novels succeed in giving. one Dr. Rhoda Gale, champions upon this As we have implied, the style is vivid and occasion, is that of female medical students : lively, and the action well-sustained ; and and, by the strength of the arguments he though there are no profound studies of puts in his character's mouth, it can easily character, no psychological analysis, no be seen that he is no half-hearted advocate of introduction of the higher problems which a despised and distrusted, but steadily aggresdid not then apparently much trouble men's sive, movement. We must recommend any · thoughts, we close the book with the feeling | one who still thinks it more immodest for a that it is a pleasantly told story, well con- . few women to study anatomy so as to enable ceived and executed, and with a good deal them to cure their fellow-women, than it is of historical vraisemblance, though in the for every woman in the world to be driven to very faithfulness of its portraiture the scenes | consult a physician of the other sex, to care. through which it leads us are sometimes fully peruse the portion of this work in which repulsive enough. The following is a good the virago,' Dr. Gale, holds forth at conspecimen of the author's happiest and most siderable length upon the subject, picturesque style :
The · Woman Hater' himself, Harring. • The opening of the States General, the ton Vizard, hardly deserves the name. He convocation of that deliberative assembly is a cynic of a tolerably old type, old at least which Louis himself hoped was to prove the in novelists' pages, who is always saying salvation of his kingdom, had been fixed for hard things about women and doing them the fourth of May. A severe and tedious | the kindest turns imaginable. The very winter was over at last. Spring, that burst | idea of a real unadulterated woman hater on France as she must have burst on Para being found at Homburg with a lovely sister, dise, bloomed fresh and radiant, like a girl a Airting cousin, and a pragmatic aunt opening into womanhood, all hopes and (which is, in fact, the very position our hero smiles. The white cloud floated in a pure occupies at the commencement of the tale), blue sky, the breeze stirred and fluttered is sufficiently absurd to show the impropriety through a wealth of leaves that had not yet of the name. lost their tender green, birds soared in the In short, all of Mr. Reade's characters air or sang in thicket, and fishwomen, appear, in the hurry of the acting, to deviate gathering in angry groups, shrieked, raved, considerably from the ideal character he and swore, tossing their bare brown arms, intended to give them, Zoe, the lovely and calling down curses from the peaceful sister, is described as a young high-minded heavens on all that was pure and noble and woman, not hardened by the world, so averse bright and beautiful here below,'
I to deceit that her eloquent blood would
mantle in her cheeks from pinky" up to is fairly free of him. And this is a pure, 'crimson' at the slightest, or no provoca delicate-minded English lady of birth and tion. Yet Zoe is always surprising us. breeding ? Pshaw, Mr. Reade, you must This model young Englishwoman falls in know better, though you do make Fanny let love with one Severne, a most contemptible Severne kiss her hand again and again in a scoundrel, who lies gratuitously, uses foul crowded railway carriage, 'with warm but and excited language before her, is eaten up respectful devotion, which she minded no by avarice, forges clumsily, and apparently more than marble.' forgets all about it, for, without taking any On the whole, younger writers need not trouble to meet his felonious paper at despair of success when they find a veteran maturity, he quietly stops on at Vizard's like Charles Reade make such blunders as house, to whom he had disposed of his these. It would, in fact, be hard for a tyro • Aimsies,' until the inevitable discovery is to find a much more vulgar style than his is. made and he is kicked out. This is stupid • It is a case,' and that's a fact,' are enough for a most accomplished rogue and samples of his classical English. Vizard swindler, as he is supposed to be.' But the keeps a printed list of five fellows' who modest Zoe! Seeing Severne at the public were killed or crippled by careless women, gaming table after a quarrel, she'dropped her which is an absurdity; and he speaks to a aunt's arm, and began to creep up like a lady of men with stomachs in their young cat after a bird, taking a step and bosoms, which is rather nastier than it is then a long pause, still with her eye fixed on witty. He is so sentimental that when a him.' This arch, but cat-like advance' drop or two of blood falls from the wounded doesn't make her blush at all, but we should temple of the woman he loves, upon his think the hardened old aunt might have done clothes, he folds up the entire suit and ties it so for her. Par parenthese we might remark up in a silk handkerchief, leading us to supthat nearly all the characters get feline in pose that either the suit was very small or their movements throughout the book. Miss the kerchief very big. But this runs in Gale, M.D., avows herself 'cat-like' at p. the family, for Zoe carefully irons and puts 97; Fanny Dover, the firting cousin, away an old spoiled dress she had got watches Severne ‘like a cat a mouse. The drenched in during her wooing. All the transparently simple-minded Zoe and the women are called “La.' Old nurse Judge more worldly Fanny 'open very cat-like' is · La Judge,' and the doctress, •La Gale,' (peculiar English that) upon Severne in a | which is decidedly uncalled for. But to train, that is to say, in pursuance of a pre wind up this string of gems (for we have no arranged plan, one of them plays on his room for the serio-comic rescue from a mad feelings while the other watches from behind bull, which we really thought fiction writers her book 'every lineament of his face,' had done with), we must mention the delicate Even a steady English waiting-man catches way Rhoda has of showing her sympathy for the infection and retires cat-like' at p. 92; a friend, by laying a pair of wet eyes on her and Lord Uxmoor, Zoe's alternative lover, shoulder.' After that one would like a glass experiences great difficulty when the female of wine, but hardly such as ran through Galen (that is a joke, as Mr. Reade would Ashmead's veins, like oil charged with not be above pointing out) pumps him with electricity and elixir vitæ.' “insidious questions, cat-like retreats and cat-like returns.' But to leave this domesticated animal, never more useful than in Mr. Reade's hands, nor more palpably en. Joan: A Tale. By Rhoda Broughton. New dowed with nine lives, let us return to Zoe. York: D. Appleton & Co. She is, as we learned, intensely modest, but Severne socn kisses her hand, and his rapid Given a high-bred, noble-looking girl, with style of wooing quickly makes him master of ripely, dewily red lips, a milk-white throat, the situation. When he disappears to the back and a willowy form, and an amorous guardsground, Zoe speedily consoles herself with man, five foot eleven in his shooting boots,
Milor,' but on the same evening re-plights with wicked grey eyes, who has not her troth to the first love, who sneaks back got it on his conscience that he ever in all and sees her in her aunt's garden. When it his life missed an opportunity of squeezing a is clearly perceptible, even to her weak brain, woman's hand,' with Miss Broughton to set that she cannot possibly marry Severne, who the puppets dallying, and we know beyond a turns out to be married already '(a fault not peradventure what the upshot will be. The so easily condoned as persistent lying, amorous guardsman of the killing eye and forgery, and violent assaults on unoffending the ready hand will fall desperately in love ladies), she is very good and quiet till she with the girl with the milk-white throat; and books Lord Uxmoor again, and it is not till the girl with the milk-white throat will fall Severne really dies that we can believe she | even more desperately in love with the amorous guardsman. Having said thus much, the tawdriness and coarseness of her surand added that the hero's name is Anthony roundings produce in her, are described with Wolferstan, and the heroine's Joan Dering, truth and power, if with some exaggeration. we have already disclosed three-fourths of Miss Broughton has a strong dramatic inthe plot of Miss Broughton's latest novel, stinct, and a really remarkable gift of and the remaining fourth need not detain us drawing, with a few rapid strokes of her long. As might have been prophesied be. facile brush, characters so real and lifelike forehand, the course of true love does not that one seems to know them personally. run smooth. In Miss Broughton's novels it The aunt, vulgar but warm-hearted; Diana, never does. The hero's mother is opposed to blunt, outspoken, and honest; Bell, senti. the marriage, and succeeds in inducing Joan mental, snobbish, and amorous; are all to break off the engagement by disclosing to capital sketches; and even more amusing, her, in a powerfully written scene, the fact alas ! is Joan's rival, Lalage. The four dogs, that her father had been guilty of forgery. | Regy, Algy, Charlie, and Mr. Brown, too, Wolferstan is manly enough not to allow the are drawn (evidently from life) with wonderknowledge of this fact (indeed, he appears to ful humour and skill, and serve to give quite have been acquainted with it all along) a characteristic flavour to the book. The prove any hindrance to his suit; but Joan's descriptions of natural scenery are another determination not to injure her lover's posi very pleasant feature, being evidently the tion and prospects in tife by allowing him to outcome of a genuine love of nature, the link his destiny with that of a forger's | ocean especially daughter, is not to be shaken. Wolferstan The work would not be Miss Broughton's goes off in despair, becomes entangled in the if it were altogether free from grave faults. meshes of an old flame, Lalage Beauchamp There is the occasional coarseness and (after whom he had once walked round the slanginess from which she seems unable to room on his knees), and marries her out of rid herself entirely. A sense of humour is an hand. Eventually Lalage dies of apoplexy, | excellent gift, but Miss Broughton's somecaused apparently by too great devotion to times runs away with her; there is hardly a the pleasures of the table, and the reader is situation, no matter how serious or senti. left to surmise that the hero and heroine are mental, to which she cannot see a ridiculous at last united and live happily ever afterward. side. The gift is so rare in feminine authors,
The details of the plot thus sketched are however, as almost to condone the errors of filled in with even more than Miss Brough-| taste into which it sometimes leads this ton's accustomed cleverness; and the work remarkably clever writer. is, we think, the best the author has yet turned out. Joan herself is altogether charming-quite the most high-minded and lovable girl. in the gallery of Miss Broughton's heroines. It has been objected, indeed,
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SIR,-So it seems that a new era in art- glum smudginess ;' that Mr. D. is so good criticism has dawned upon Toronto. Let us | that he worries us by not being better'-one of rejoice, if it prove a true one. It is just the his pictures is 'warm, true, and artistic,' but very thing that we have been looking for, if we another is ‘all aglow with the hot breath of the could only find it. The 'would-be-critics of Sahara;' that Mr. F. has a 'very pretty quiet Toronto journalism,'we are told, have betrayed scene, charmingly given, but without idealiza'extreme ignorance.' They have run up to tion or power;' that Mr. G. 'has, perhaps, seed in a weak head of 'adjectives. They | more power and vigor than any other artist in have been more prone to praise than to blame. Canada', but that 'in many of his sketches he The public must be taught what to "condemn.' has been betrayed into a crude, hasty, and al. Something more in this way: 'This imperti most nonsensical scrimmage of colors ;' that nent fellow, would you believe it, has had the Mr. H. 'can paint well in some respects, but impudence to paint a bad picture; come up we do not like his style;' that Mr. I. has done here, you sir, and take a stinging rap on the 'much excellent work,' but has given 'groknuckles. Our new-comer lays a heavy in tesque prominence,' etc; that Mr. J. has dictment; how do his own credentials stand? 'much excellent work mixed with some that is Are they quite satisfactory? Well, we are disappointing. Now, all this is really very almost afraid, hardly. His method is a little clever tickling. It is said that in some countoo much in the vein of the celebrated Mr. tries they inflict a torture which consists in McGrawler, who held that the whole art of tickling the victim to death. And it is not so criticism consisted in 'tickling. There must bad an imitation to say that a man has be some 'slashing' and 'plastering,' to be 'undoubtedly great powers, but they carry him sure, but they spoke for themselves, and any | no further than 'glum smudginess;' or that whipster like Paul Clifford could do them. | power and vigor, greater perhaps than in any The only real difficulty was to tickle with skill; other artist, end in a 'nonsensical scrimmage.' that is, to wrap up in a maze of words one of | It is all very ingenious, but perhaps just a shade these two propositions : This work would be monotonous. Give us a little more plastering, very good if it were not very bad; or, it would or let the critic carry out his canon of condembe very bad if it were not very good. Accord- | nation, and slash a little, by way of relief. ingly we find that, while Mr. A.—and Mr. A. But then, you see, it is safe. There is no alone-is plastered-pretty thick, no doubt proving or disproving these things, and they Mr. B. has some 'capital little studies,' but imply knowledge, at any rate. It is not every ‘his largest picture is a mistake in color, draw- critic that has the advantage of acquaintance ing, and everything;' that Mr. C. has ‘un- | with the art and mystery of painting-how it is that you can make part of a piece of flat have sound and intimate knowledge of art; no paper or canvas appear twenty miles off ; or mere 'smudge' and 'scrimmage' of words; no light up a dull room with seeming sunshine tricks easily caught up. It may be acquired how should he? The difficulty is to toe the and practical, or intuitive—we find that somemark without overstepping it. Now, 'glum times—but it must be free from all prejudict smudginess' and 'nonsensical scrimmage are and bias, and have broad sympathies. Then perhaps just a wee bit beyond it. They are a it will go at once to the head and the heart. leetle over forcible. We may fancy the unfor- Till we have that, we have nothing. I fear we tunate artists to whom they are applied, | may perhaps have to wait long enough. wincing, unless they are behind the curtain of
Yours, &c., criticism; and, in any case, the public know
D. FOWLER. no better. It may possibly seriously interfere Amherstburg with their bread and butter. Who can tell? These are the sort of expressions that stick. [To a remark made once to a very popular 'My dear,' says Bella to Jack, 'I wouldn't buy | and very able preacher that his sermons, inthat picture of X's, if I were you; I saw in the stead of bringing peace to his hearers, produced paper that it was smudge or scrimmage or amongst many of them acute irritation, the something: I don't like scrimmagy smudge.' answer was, “It is exactly those sermons which Lawyers, doctors, and ministers of religion, make men angry that are most needed?' There for that matter, must get their bread and but is a great deal of truth in the remark, and it ter. Does every critic think it his duty to partly applies to all criticism. We do not, point out where they break down? Does however, mean to apply it to the case before Sunday's sermon appear in Monday's journal us, for we wish to accept Mr. Fowler's comwith black marks against it? Why are these | ments rather in the spirit in which he meant to unlucky artists alone to be laid upon the rack? write them than in the spirit in which he has No, let those among us who can honestly take written them. Our criticism, whatever it may upon ourselves to do it, tell the public where have been worth, was written, not so much for they may safely admire, and leave the rest to the artists themselves as for the general public, taste and choice. Say that a worse painting and consequently its style was more general goes before a better. What then? The worse than technical. Mr. Fowler may take excepman requires the encouragement more.
tion to our expressions, which seem to be at And now our critic cannot complain, surely, the same time too vague and too incisive to if we turn the tables upon him for a moment. suit his taste, but we do not admit the justice I will not pay him so bad a compliment as to of his insinuation, that we wrote either with suppose that, while he deals blows, he is not prejudice and bias, or commented with undue prepared to take them. The public must be severity on the works in the Exhibition. On taught 'what to condemn.' We may chance the one hand Mr. Fowler seems to invite critito get at some test of his knowledge of art. cism, on the other he deprecates it because, if He speaks frequently of style—the 'genre not favorable, it may interfere with the artist's style,' the 'cactus and gladiolus style,' and so bread and butter. Criticism, except in extreme on. Style is a very important and very sig cases of imposture and presumption, ought to nificant term in the language of art. The be kindly and sympathetic, but we doubt if it style of Rubens or the style of Rembrandt ought to be watered in deference to the ad means a great deal. The style in which a misericordiam bread-and-butter argument. As picture is painted may determine a grave far as clergymen are concerned, it would, we question of value. Will our critic please let have no doubt, have a very beneficial effect me ask him, what is style? I will land him on on their compositions, if they more frequently open ground. I will tell him what it is not. than is now the case had to listen to the critiIt is neither genre nor cactus and gladiolus. ! cisms of a candid friend upon their sermons, Genre is a class of subject. Cactus and glad- | However, we cannot follow Mr. Fowler, or enter iolus defines nothing that I know of. And into a controversy with him in the MAGAZINE; what class of subject then is genre? I was but we will endeavour to remember next year under the impression that 'a girl offering a to speak, at least of his pictures, with irrecherry to her canary' was genre, but it seems proachable technicality; and, if on the one hand not. Here again I ask for information.
we feel bound to warn the public what not to I am almost afraid that we must try back admire or condone, we will let it be shewnon the 'would-be critics' of the Toronto press, indeed, we did not imagine anyone ever or beyond them, and make a fresh start-a sort | doubted it—that we have broad sympathies' of pre-Raphaelite start in criticism. We must with the artists themselves.-ED. C. M.]