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within his reach-not a caricaturist, tion, such as Gilray was too sensible a but a painter.
fellow to dream of aspiring after. And yet it is no trifle to be a good It is, I cannot help saying, a thoucaricaturist. Forbid the thought, ye sand pities that Cruikshank did not shades of Bunbury and Gilray !-for- publish his first livraison of the" Points bid it, even thou, if thou be still in of Humour” two or three years ago ; the land of the living, Good Dighton! for, if he had done so, in addition to —forbid it, charming, laughter-mo- the high character it must have gained ving Rowlandson ! Bunbury was a for him in England, it would, in all great genius, and would have been a probability, have been the means of great caricaturist, had he been pos- putting several hundred pounds of sessed of art at all in proportion to his good Scotch cash into his fob. There imagination. But he could not draw can scarcely be a doubt, that the disnot he. As far as faces went, he tinguished connoisseurs, who took in was at home and admirable; and, even hand to have the cupola of the New as to the figure, provided he was al- Advocates' Library here in Edinburgh lowed the benefit of loose breeches, painted, would have turned their paand capacious coats, and grizzly wigs, ironizing eyes and liberal hands toand tobacco-smoke, he could get on wards George Cruikshank. The cawell enough. But this is not the ricature which they have procured for thing. The caricaturist should be able thejurisconsults of the Modern Athens, to represent everything; and then he is undoubtedly a very fair caricature. can represent what he chooses in a These nine buxom Muses, and Glorious very different style from that of a man Apollo, with his yellow head, are good whose ignorance, not his choice, limits in their way. Old Homer, with his fianthe sphere of his representation. Row- nel petticoat and fuddled physiognomy, landson, again, is a considerable dab and Robin Burns, sitting at his knee, at drawing; but, somehow or other, his in corduroy breeches, velveteen waistvein is ultra-his field is not comedy, coat, and a spotted handkerchief, form but farce--buffoonery—and this will a meritorious group-and so do Sopot do with the English temperament, crates, in his tunic, and Dr Paley, in except for merely temporary purposes. his gown and cassock; each of them The Rev. Brownlow North, (wor- throwing apparently a sly glance tothy of bearing that illustrious name, wards Miss Urania. There is GENIUS o Christopher,) is another capital in these juxtapositions—there is the caricaturist. His“ Ringing the bell,” very quintessence of wit. It is im“ the Boarding-School Miss return, possible not to smile at the thing. The ed,” “ the Skating Club," and some mixture of Roman togas and laced other pieces of that kind, are di- waistcoats, long beards and three-tied vine. But, like most amateurs, he periwigs, Athenian sandals and Sanwants science; and I suspect, after quhar hose, lonian lyres and Parisian all, that poor Gilray did more for his snuff-boxes, is certainly productive of best designs than the ctching of them. a truly comic effect. The deities on Gilray was in himself a host. He is the other side are almost as sublime as the first name on the list of Politi- those of Blarney Castle cal Caricaturists, strictly so called. “ All sitting naked in the open air.” George III., (honest man!) and Boney, So far as the affair goes, it is blameand Fox, and Sheridan, and Pitt, and less—and the artist and his patrons Windham, and Melville, and Gren are entitled to our tribute of apville, are his peculiar property. His plause. But I must still be of opifame will repose for ever on their broad nion, Ladies and Gentlemen, that, in bottoms. Cruikshank may, if he plea- the hands of a Cruikshank, such a ses, be a second Gilray; but, once subject would have received still greater more, this should not be his ambition. ornament. His fearless crayon would He is fitted for a higher walk. Let not have been restrained by certain him play Gilray, if he will, at leisure absurd punctilios, which seem to have hours-let him even pick up bis pocket checked the flow of genius in that money by Gilrayizing ; but let him nevertheless immortal piece. Since he give his days and his nights to labour was to jumble Mount Olympus, Mathat Gilray's shoulders were not meant rathon, and Maybole since he was to for ; and rear (for he may) a reputa- annihilate time and space he would
have gloried in pushing his privilege in his great picture of “The Entrance
him,- I cannot entertain the shadow
the annals of the world. This is known ? No-the assertion would be true; but we have still something to absurd. If, then, their real physiog- do. We still owe much to ourselves, nomies are long since obliterated from and to our children, and to our child the recollection of the human race, ren's children. Our finances are yet why did not this artist replace them labouring under the effects of those by likenesses of existing kindred spi- noblesacrifices, which duty, patriotism, rits-inheritors of the same divine ge- religion, and honour, so imperatively nius-masters of the same heavenly demanded at our unhesitating hands. arts—possessors, now and hereafter, And, to go further still, the spirit of of the same lofty fame? As Haydon, tumult and turbulence is yet abroad
in the world. It agitates either hemi- and whose performances, neverthesphere. In the sublime language of less, are monthly, weekly, daily and Milton, it. perplexes monarchs with hourly, received with hesitation by fear of change. British statesmen, in the bookseller-and with neglect by a word, whether we look to the east the book-buyer. Can these things be or to the west, to the north or to the new to any lady or gentleman who south, to India or to Persia, to Tur has cast an observant glance upon the key, to Greece, to Naples, to Spain, course of affairs in the present crisis ? to Portugal, to Wirtemberg, to Mexi- No--they are universally knownco, to Brazil, to Poyais, to Russia, to they are palpable—they are acknowFrance,—or to ill-fated, unhappy, dis- ledged truths. And what is to be united Ireland, -whichever way we the
consequence, if whenever Dr Soucast our eyes, I repeat it, we shall they publishes a quarto poem, and find that those persons in whom fate, nobody buys it, he is to apply to his fortune, or merit, have reposed the friend Mr Brougham to petition Parsway of the affairs of this great em liament for redress? What is Parliapire, have, as the saying is, their ment to do? Suppose Parliament buys hands full of business. England lost up one edition and makes a bonfire but the last year one of the first of of it, will not this munificence enher statesmen from excess of busi courage the poet to put forth another
The weight of business must quarto, equally bulky and equally unnot be unnecessarily increased the popular, in the Spring of 'the immepublic, burdens, too, must be dimi- diately succeeding year. What ?- Is nished. The tax on the carriage of the House of Commons to buy up stones coastways has been abolished this quarto too ?-Is the British Parthat on barilla has been re-established. liament to buy up the opera omnia of But this is not all. Improvement must Platonist Taylor?
- Are the public renot hesitate nor stumble in her majes= positories of this empire to be cramtic march. The spirit of Hume walks. med with Mr Macvey Napier's disEre long, as Mr Henry Cockburn sertation on the Scope and Tendency lately remarked to Lord Rosslynn, it of Bacon? Are the two Houses to take is to be hoped that this great man will in the supererogatory copies of the even thrust his hand into the pockets Edinburgh Review—and thereby make of the sinecurists of Scotland. And is up to its industrious compilers for that this a time for calling upon the legis- deficit of individual favour which belature of this mighty empire to em gins to throw a shade of disgrace upbarrass themselves with the capacious on the whole intellectual character of ness of canvas, the cost of casts, the the incomprehensible age in which we paucity of picture-purchasers, and the have had the misfortune to be born? waste and desert baldness of white Is the House of Lords to be compelled washed church-walls, destitute of gild to sustain the sinking pinions of a ed frames, and resplendent with no certain member of their own noble rapture-raising representations of Hi eyry? Are they to pass a bill, declaram, Habakkuk, and Holofernes? The ring that “ Christian, or the Island," supposition is monstrous, and will cer is as good a poem as
“ The Bride of tainly receive no sanction either from Abydos,” and inflicting the pains and therepresentatives of the British nation penalties of a high crime and misdein parliament assembled, or from the meanor upon all who took in the broDirector General.
chures of John Murray, and yet heApply the principle elsewhere, and sitate to take in the equally wellconsider for a moment what would be printed brochures of John Hunt? No the infallible result. Painters are not -De maximis non curat Prætor. We the only artists whose works fail at are a free people, we received the holy times to invest them with a lordly bequest of liberty from our forefaproportion of the perishable good thers, and we will hand it down una things of this sublunary and imper- tarnished to our posterity. It is the fect world. . There are poets—there sacred privilege of Britons to admire, are prosers too, who, in their own and therefore to purchase, just what opinion, bene meruerunt Reipublicæ, pietures, and what books, they choose. (far be it from us to assert that their That privilege is inborn and inalienopinion is wrong as to this matter,) able, and the minister who dares to
trench upon it, owes his head to the of the Scottish Regalia," a performblock, and his name to the execration ance which, if Mr Cruikshank is to of the world.
admit any designs but his own, apI propose in my next Lecture to pur- pears almost worthy of being transsue this subject, and to direct the at- ferred to copper for the use of the tention of my hearers, 1st, to the me- “ Points of Humour.” rits of Julio Romano, as a caricatu Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the rist ;-and, 2dly, to those of Mr Ged- honour to wish you, respectfully, a des, and, in particular, to his truly good evening ! excellent caricature of the “ Discovery
• The “ Points of Humour” are to appear in occasional Numbers. No. I. contains about a dozen etchings, and 50 pages of very well written letter-press. The work is published by C. Baldwyn, Newgate Street, London, and the price, per Number, is only 8s., which is dog-cheap, as things go.
NEW POETICAL TRANSLATIONS-WIFFEN-ROSE-GOWER. *
No branch of literature seems to a long while encountered a volume have been cultivated during the sea more entitled to the praise of ELEson that has just expired, with more GANCE. First of all, it is, as to exdistinguished success than that of poet- ternals, one of the most chaste and ical translation. So much, indeed, has beautiful specimens of typographical been done in this department, that art and embellishment that ever issued we find it quite inconsistent with our from the English press. And, what limits to draw the attention of our is of greater moment, the jewel is readers into the various meritorious quite worthy of the rich casket in works that have accumulated upon which it is placed. Mr Wiffen's own our table. We cannot, however, per- prose introduction is a model of that mit the month, which may be consi- species of composition, full, clear, yet dered as the last of the book-buying concise, and above all, entirely unafportion of the year, to pass away with fected. Of the poetical versions themout saying a few words concerning selves, we shall only say, that the Oiles each of three publications, which we and Lyrical Pieces are much superior think more especially entitled to the to the Eclogues; and that they are attention of the lovers of polite litera so just because Garcilasso's originals ture.
were in these cases more worthy of The first of these is a complete inspiring Mr Wiffen's muse. Our translation of the Poetical Works of translator is a perfect master of the Garcilasso De La Vega, by Mr J. H. language in which Garcilasso wrote ; Wiffen. It is strange enough to find and he renders him into English with an English Quaker attempting to trans- the ease, the gracefulness, and the fuse the beauties of one of the most majestic flow, of an English poet. stately and chivalric of Castilian Garcilasso was, as almost all the bards. Mr Wiffen, however, has con- great Spanish geniuses have been, a trived to lay aside his drab suit, and soldier; he was noble, brave, courto wear the lofty plume and embroid- teous, amorous, the mirror of Castiered mantle of the gallant Spaniard, lian honour and Castilian love; he as naturally as if he had never been died, after a life of enterprize, misforaccustomed to figure among humbler tune, and glory, at the early age of habiliments. We really have not for thirty; he is the Surrey, and more
1. The Works of Garcilaso de la Vega, surnamed the Prince of Castilian Poets, translated into English Verse ; with a Critical and Historical Essay on Spanish Poetry, and a Life of the Author. By J. H. W'iffen. London ; Hurst, Robinso and Co. 1823
2. The Orlando Furioso, translated into English Verse, from the Italian of Ludovico Ariosto ; with Notes. By William Stewart Rose. London ; Murray. 1823.
3. Faust ; a Drama. By Goethe. And Schiller's Song of the Bell; translated by Lord Francis Lieveson Gower. London ; Murray. 1823.
than the Surrey of Spanish letters. Consults not now, it can but kiss We should willingly allot many pages
The amorous lute's dissolving strings, to him and his worthy translator,
Which murmur forth a thousand things but, for the present, we must confine
Of banishment from bliss. ourselves to a couple of specimens.
6. The following Ode was addressed “ Through thee, my dearest friend and by Garcilasso to a young Neapolitan best lady, (called the Flower of ĠNIDO, Grows harsh, importunate, and grave; from the quarter of the city of Naples Myself have been his port of rest in which she lived,) at the time when
From shipwreck on the yawning wave ; a friend of the poet's was enamoured
Yet now so high his passions rave
Above lost reason's conquer'd laws, of her. Nothing, we apprehend, can
That not the traveller ere he slays be more perfectly elegant
The asp, its sting, as he my face
So dreads, or so abhors.
Should ne'er be signalized for s corn;
Else, tremble at the fate forlorn
The weeping Iphis from her gate,
Who, scoffing long, relenting late,
Was to a statue turn'd. 2. * Think not, think not, fair flower of
“ Whilst yet soft pity she repelled, It e'er should celebrate the scars,
Whilst yet she steel'd her heart in pride, Dust rais'd, blood shed, or laurels dyed, From her friezed window she beheid, Beneath the gonfalon of Mars,
Aghast, the lifeless suicide ;
Around his lily neck was tied
And purchased with a few short sighs
Which, late so rosy, warm, and fresh,
Now stagnates into stone.