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wine. He swallows it, grinding his The prettiest little brick city, the wretched teeth, and aware that he pleasantest little park to ride in, the will be unwell in consequence. He neatest comfortable people walking knows he is to have a dirty bed, and about, the canals not unsweet, and what he is to expect there. He pops busy and picturesque with old-world out the candle. He sinks into those life. Rows upon rows of houses, dingy sheets. He delivers over his built with the neatest little bricks, body to the nightly tormentors, he pays with windows fresh painted, and talí an exorbitant bill, and he writes down doors polished and carved to a nicety. “Lion Noir, bad, dirty, dear.” Next What a pleasant spacious garden oui day the commission sets out for Arras, inn has, all sparkling with autumn we will say, and they begin again: flowers, and bedizened with statues ! “ Le Cochon d'Or,'' “Le Cochon / At the end is a row of trees, and a d'Argent," "Le Cochon Noir ”— and summer-house, over the canal, where that is poor Boots's inn, of course. you might go and smoke a pipe with What a life that poor man must lead! Mynheer Van Dunch, and quite What horrors of dinners he has to go cheerfully catch the ague. Yesterday, through! What a hide he must have! as we passed, they were making hay, And yet not impervious; for unless and stacking it in a barge which was he is bitten, how is he to be able to lying by the meadow, handy. Round warn others ?
on second about Kensington Palace there are thoughts, you will perceive that he houses, roofs, chimneys, and bricks ought to have a very delicate skin. like these. I feel that a Dutchman is The monsters ought to troop to him a man and a brother. It is eagerly, and bite him instantaneously ny to read the newspaper, one can unand freely, so that he may be able to derstand it somehow. Sure it is the warn all future handbook buyers of neatest, gayest little city scores and their danger. I fancy this man de- hundreds of mansions looking like voting himself to danger, to dirt, to Cheyne Walk, or the ladies' schools bad dinners, to sour wine, to damp about Chiswick and Hackney. beds, to midnight agonies, to extortionate bills. I admire him, I thank LE GROS Lor. — To a few lucky him. Think of this champion, who men the chance befalls of reaching devotes his body for us — this daunt- fame at once, and (if it is of any profit less gladiator going to do battle alone morituro) retaining the admiration of in the darkness, with no other armor the world. Did poor Oliver, when than a light helmet of cotton, and a he was at Leyden yonder, ever think lorica of calico. I pity and honor that he should paint a little picture him. Go, Sparticus! Go, devoted which should secure him the applause
to bleed, to groan, to suffer - and pity of all Europe for a century and smile in silence as the wild beasts after ? He and Sterne drew the assail thee !
twenty thousand prize of fame. The How did I come into this talk? I latter had splendid instalments during protest it was the word inn set me his lifetime. The ladies pressed off - and here is one, the “ Hôtel round him; the wits admired him, de Belle Vue,” at the Hague, as com- the fashion hailed the successor of fortable, as handsome, as `cheerful, as Rabelais. Goldsmith's little gem any I ever took mine ease in. And was hardly so valued until later days. thé Bavarian beer, my dear friend, Their works still form the wonder how good and brisk and light it is! and delight of the lovers of English Take another glass – it refreshes and art; and the pictures of the Vicar does not stupefy — and then we will and Uncle Toby are among the massally out, and see the town and the terpieces of our English school. park and the pictures.
Here in the Hague Gallery is Paul
Potter's pale, eager face, and yonder | lian's triumph. The procédé was peu is the magnificent work by which the délicat ?
En usez vous, mon cher young fellow achieved his fame. monsieur! (The marquis says the How did you, so young, come to
“ Macaba' is delicious.) What a paint so well?
What hidden power splendor of color there is in that lay in that weakly lad that enabled cloud! What a richness, what a him to achieve such a wonderful vic- freedom of handling, and what a tory? Could little Mozart, when he marvellous precision! I trod upon was five years old, tell you how he your Excellency's corn? - a thou, came to play those wonderful sonatas ? sand pardons. His Excellency grins Potter was gone out of the world be- and declares that he rather likes to fore he was thirty, but left this pro- have his corns trodden on. Were digy (and I know not how many you ever very angry with Soultmore specimens of his genius and skill) about that Murillo which we have behind him. The details of this ad- bought? The veteran loved that mirable picture are as curious as the picture because it saved the life of a effect is admirable and complete. fellow-creature the fellow-creature The weather being unsettled, and who hid it, and whom the Duke inclouds and sunshine in the gusty sky, tended to hang unless the picture was we saw in our little tour numberless forthcoming. Paul Potters — the meadows streaked We gave several thousand pounds with sunshine and spotted with the for it - how many thousand ? About cattle, the city twinkling in the dis- its merit is a question of taste which tance, the thunder-clouds glooming we will not here argue. overhead. Napoleon carried off the choose to place Murillo in the first picture (vide Murray) amongst the class of painters, founding his claim spoils of his bow and spear to decorate upon these Virgin altar-pieces, I am his triumph of the Louvre. If I were your humble servant. Tom Moore a conquering prince, I would have painted altar-pieces as well as Milton, this picture certainly, and the Raphael and warbled Sacred Songs and Loves “Madonna” from Dresden, and the of the Angels after his fashion. I Titian “ Assumption” from Venice, wonder did Watteau ever try histori. and that matchless Rembrandt of the cal subjects ? 'And as for Greuze, “ Dissection.' The prostrate nations you know that his heads will fetch would howl with rage as my gen- | 1,0001., 1,500.., 2,0001., as much as darmes took off the pictures, nicely a Sêvres “cabaret” of Rose du Barri. packed, and addressed to“ Mr. the If cost price is to be your criterion of Director of my Imperial Palace of worth, what shall we say to that little the Louvre, at Paris. This side up. receipt for 10l. for the copyright of permost. The Austrians, Prussians, “ Paradise Lost,” which used to hang Saxons, Italians, &c., should be free to in old Mr. Rogers's room? When come and visit my capital, and bleat living painters, as frequently happens with tears before the pictures torn from in our days, see their pictures sold at their native cities." Their ambassa- auctions for four or five times the dors would meekly remonstrate, and sums which they originally received, with faded grins make allusions to are they enraged or elated? A hunthe feeling of despair occasioned by dred years ago the state of the picthe absence of the beloved works of ture-market was different : that dreaart. Bah! I would offer them a ry old Italian stock was much higher pinch of snuff out of my box as I than at present; Rembrandt himself, a walked along my gallery, with their close man, was known to be in diffiExcellencies cringing after me. culties. If ghosts are fond of money Zenobia was a fine woman and a still, what a wrath his must be at queen, but she had to walk in Aure- I the present value of his works!
The Hague Rembrandt is the | Having beheld it you have lived in the greatest and grandest of all his pieces year 1648, and celebrated the treaty to my mind. Some of the heads are of Munster. You have shaken the as sweetly and lightly painted as hands of the Dutch Guardsmen, Gainsborough; the faces not ugly, eaten from their platters, drunk their but delicate and high-bred; the ex- Rhenish, heard their jokes, as they quisite gray tones are charming to wagged their jolly beards. The Ammark and study; the heads not sterdam Catalogue discourses thus plastered, but painted with a free, about it: – a model catalogue : it liquid brush: the result, one of the gives you the prices paid, the signagreat victories won by this consum- tures of the painters, a succinct demate chief, and left for the wonder scription of the work. and delight of succeeding ages. “This masterpiece represents a
The humblest volunteer in the banquet of the civic gnard, which ranks of art, who has served a cam- took place on the 18th June, 1648, in paign or two ever so ingloriously, has the great hall of the St. Joris Doele, at least this good fortune of under- on the Singel at Amsterdam, to celestanding, or fancying he is able to brate the conclusion of the Peace at understand, how the battle has been Munster. The thirty-five figures fought, and how the engaged general composing the picture are all porwon it. This is the Rhinelander's traits. most brilliant achievement victory “The Captain WITSE’is placed at along the whole line. “ The Night- the head of the table, and attracts our watch” at Amsterdam is magnificent attention first. He is dressed in in parts, but on the side to the spec- black velvet, his breast covered with tator's right, smoky and dim. “The a cuirass, on his head a broad-brimmed Five Masters of the Drapers” is black hat with white plumes. wonderful for depth, strength, bright. He is comfortably seated on a chair ness, massive power. What words of black oak, with a velvet cushion, are these to express a picture! to and holds in his left hand, supported describe a description ! I once saw on his knee, a magnificent drinkinga moon riding in the sky serenely, horn, surrounded by a St. George attended by her sparkling maids of destroying the dragon, and ornamenthonor, and a little lady said, with an ed with olive-leaves. The captain's air of great satisfaction, " I must features express cordiality and goodsketch it.” Ah, my dear lady, if with humor; he is grasping the hand of an H. B., a Bristol board, and a bit · Lieutenant VAN WAVERN' seated of india-rubber, you can sketch the near him, in a habit of dark gray, starry firmament' on high, and the with lace and buttons of gold, lacemoon in her glory, I make you my collar and wristbands, his feet crossed, compliment! I can't sketch “ The with boots of yellow leather, with Five Drapers” with any ink or pen large tops, and gold spurs, on his at present at command – but can head a black hat and dark-brown look with all my eyes, and be thank- plumes. Behind him, at the centre ful to have seen such a masterpiece. of the picture, is the standard-bearer,
They say he was a moody, ill-con- 'JACOB BANNING,' in an easy martial ditioned man, the old tenant of the attitude, hat in hand, his right hand mill. What does he think of the on his chair, his right leg on his left “Vander Helst " which hangs oppo- knee. He holds the flag of blue silk, site his “ Night-watch," and which in which the Virgin is embroidered is one of the great pictures of the (such a silk! such a flag! such a world? It is not painted by so great piece of painting !) emblematic of the a man as Rembrandt; but there it is town of Amsterdam. The banner
to see it is an event of your life. I covers his shoulder, and he looks to
wards the spectator frankly and com- | such another. If you do, do pray placently.
remember to paint the hands of the “ The man behind him is probably figures as they are here depicted ; one of the sergeants. His head is they are as wonderful portraits as bare. He wears a cuirass, and yellow the faces. None of your slim Van gloves, gray stockings, and boots with Dyck elegances, which have done large tops, and kneecaps of cloth. He duty at the cuffs of so many doublets; has a napkin on his knees, and in his but each man with a hand for hinhand a piece of ham, a slice of bread, self, as with a face for himself. I and a knife. The old man behind is blushed for the coarseness of one probably . WILLIAM THE DRUMMER.' of the chiefs in this great company, He has his hat in his right hand, and that fellow behind “ WILLIAM THE in his left a gold-footed wineglass, DRUMMER,” splendidly attired, sitfilled with white wine. He wears a ting full in the face of the public; red scarf, and a black satin doublet, and holding a pork-bone in his hand. with little slashes of yellow silk. Be- Suppose “ The Saturday Review” hind the drummer, two matchlock- critic were to come suddenly on this
are seated at the end of the picture ? Ah! what a shock it would table. One in a large black habit, a give that noble nature! Why is that napkin on his knee, a hausse-col of knuckle of pork not painted out ? at iron, and a linen scarf and collar. any rate, why is not a little fringe of He is eating with his knife. The lace painted round it ? or a cut pink other holds a long glass of white paper? or couldn't a smelling-bottle wine. Four musketeers, with differ- be painted in instead, with a crest ent shaped hats, are behind these, and a gold top, or a cambric pocketone holding a glass, the three others handkerchief, in lieu of the horrid pig, with their guns on their shoulders. with a pink coronet in the corner? or Other guests are placed between the suppose you covered the man's hand personage who is giving the toast and (which is very coarse and strong), the standard-bearer. One with his and gave him the decency of a kid hat off, and his hand uplifted, is talk- glove? But a piece of pork in a ing to another. The second is carv- naked hand? Onerves and eau de ing a fowl. A third holds a silver Cologne, hide it, hide it! plate ; and another, in the back- In spite of this lamentable coarseground, a silver flagon, from which ness, my noble sergeant, give me thy he fills a cup. The corner behind hand as nature made it! A great, the captain is filled by two seated and famous, and noble handiwork I personages, one of whom is peeling have seen here. Not the greatest an orange. Two others are standing, picture in the world — not a work of armed with halberts, of whom one the highest genius - but a performholds a plumed hat. Behind him are ance so great, various, and admirother three individuals, one of them able, so shrewd of humor, so wise holding a pewter pot, on which the of observation, so honest and comname Poock,' the landlord of the plete of expression, that to have seen * Hotel Doele,' is engraved. At it has been a delight, and to remember the back, a maid-servant is coming in it will be a pleasure for days to come. with a pasty, crowned with a turkey. Well done, Bartholomeus Vander Most of the guests are listening to the Helst! Brave, meritorious, victoricaptain. From an open window in ous, happy Bartholomew, to whom it the distance, the façades of two has been given to produce a masterhouses are seen, surmounted by stone piece ! figures of sheep.”
May I take off my hat and pay a There, now you know all about it : respectful compliment to Jan Steen, now you can go home and paint just | Esq.? He is a glorious composer.
His humor is as frank as Fielding's. " Vathek," or a nightmare. At one Look at his own figure sitting in the end of that old, cold, glassy, glittering, window-sill yonder, and roaring with ghostly, marble hall there stands a laughter! What a twinkle in the throne, on which a white marble king eyes ! what a mouth it is for a song, ought to sit with his white legs or a joke, or a noggin! I think the gleaming down into the white marble composition in some of Jan's pictures below, and his white eyes looking at a amounts to the sublime, and look at great white marble Atlas, who bears them with the same delight and ad- on his icy shoulders a blue globe as miration which I have felt before big as the full moon. If he were not works of the very highest style. This a genie, and enchanted, and with a gallery is admirable
- and the city strength altogether hyperatlantean, in which the gallery is, is perhaps he would drop the moon with a shriek even more wonderful and curious to
on to the white marble floor, and it behold than the gallery.
would splitter into perdition. And The first landing at Calais (or, I the palace would rock, and heave, suppose, on any foreign shore) – the and tumble ; and the waters would first sight of an Eastern city - the rise, rise, rise; and the gables sink, first view of Venice — and this of sink, sink; and the barges would Amsterdam, are among the delightful rise up to the chimneys; and the shocks which I have had as a travel water-souchee fishes would flap over ler. Amsterdam is as good as Ven- the Boompjes, where the pigeons and ice, with a superadded humor and storks used to perch; and the Amster, grotesqueness, which gives the sight- and the Rotter, and the Saar, and
the most singular zest and the Op, and all the dams of Holpleasure. A run through Pekin I land, would burst, and the Zuyder could hardly fancy to be more odd, Zee roll over the dykes; and you strange, and yet familiar. This rush, would wake out of your dream, and and crowd, and prodigious vitality; find yourself sitting in your armthis immense swarm of life; these chair. busy waters, crowding barges, swing- Was it a dream? it seems like one. ing drawbridges, piled ancient gables, Have we been to Holland ? have we spacious markets teeming with peo- heard the chimes at midnight at Anple; that ever-wonderful Jews' quar- twerp ? Were we really away for a ter; that dear old world of painting week, or have I been sitting up in the and the past, yet alive, and throbbing, room dozing, before this stale old and palpable — actual, and yet pass- desk? Here's the desk; yes. But, ing before you swiftly and strangely if it has been a dream, how could as a dream! Of the many journeys have learned to hum that tune out of of this Roundabout life, that drive Dinorah? Ah, is it that tune, or mythrough Amsterdam is to be specially self that I am humming? If it was a and gratefully remembered. You dream, how comes this yellow NOTICE have never seen the palace of Amster- DES TABLEAUX DU MUSÉE D'AMdam, my dear sir ? Why, there's a marble hall in that palace that will MONOGRAMMES before me, and this frighten you as much as any hall in signature of the gallant
Bartholomeusbanden Heldt faith;647.