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caused her lover, fall back with agonizing early period; and is said to have exhibited his power upon herself

. In the morning, she first fondness for his calling on the occasion of weeps for the pain she must cause, in the a print which the servant had given him, to evening, for that which she has caused. keep him quiet. Thus early initiated, 'he And this is not all; every day M. and house. He drew, read, and resolved; and,

found materials for his purpose in his father's Madame de Crivelin behold their child Reynolds “Discourses” attracting his attensinking beneath the unequal combat she tion, he became, before he was eighteen years sustains against herself-against her love- of age, an enthusiast in high Art, whose first against the misery she causes, and that which word was Raphael, and his second, Michael she feels within her own heart. This morn

Angelo. ing, when the physician called, he found her don, on the 14th of May, 1804 ; and entered

Thus irrevocably a painter, he left for Lonsuffering under a violent attack of fever, his name as a student of the Royal Academy, and there, now she is ill. This is nothing His skill and attention were soon noticed. in the eyes of the world—a mere nervous Prince Hoare introduced him to Fuseli-an indisposition, which, in a few days, will introduction which had something to do, perhave altogether disappeared ; and the Cri-haps, with the after errors and eccentricities velins are no less a happy family. And

of his character and style. Fuseli was fearless you, you, the very first, you must stamp same; Fuseli in painting was violent in action

and outspoken-and' Haydon became the your feet, and beat the walls with your and exaggerated in expression—and Haydon fists, because the pleasures of these happy was, at once, his admiring imitator. Thus inpeople importune, and afflict you. Do you juriously misled, he never recovered from the desire their pleasures, young man? Oh! lalse worship of 'his early faith; but, through at this very moment, how willingly would the whole course of a long and active career, they exchange their rich apartments, their drawing for the tranquil grandeur of Michael

mistook Fuseli's exaggeration of attitude and sumptuous equipages, and their millions, Angelo and Raphael. for your garret, your umbrella, and your

He was in his twenty-first year, when he eighteen hundred francs a year !"

sent, in 1807, his first work to the Royal Academy Exhibition. The title alone will show

the daring of the lad—“ Joseph and Mary restMR. B, R, HAYDON,

ing with our Saviour, after a Day's Journey on

the road to Egypt.” Anastasius Hope became BENJAMIN Robert Haydon, forty years a the purchaser; and thus urged on by the rewanderer in the wilderness of high Åri, fell by putation acquired by his first work, he stripped his own hand, in his own painting-room, on for a greater effort, and lay by for a year to Monday last. His health is said to have been vindicate the predilection of his friends. Nor good, but his mind had been unsettled for was his next work, his “Dentatus," an unsome time past; and his pecuniary affairs, worthy effort at such a time. The story was from the failure of his recent exhibition, very well told—the drawing, in parts, good-and much embarrassed. Sonething was done, it Lord Mulgrave (a patron of the Arts) had appears, to relieve the pressing nature of his bought it while it was as yet raw upon the necessities, as soon as they were known; and painter's easel. the generous aid afforded by Sir Robert Peel His next great work was the picture of (and at such a time) will be remembered, to “Christ's Entry into Jerusalem,”—begun in his honor, whenever the history of Mr. Hay- 1814, and shown to the public, for the first don's life is written at any length, or the Ca- time, in 1820, in an exhibition of his own in lamities of Artists shall be taken as a subject Bond-street.' He was proud of this picture, for some later D'Israeli to describe.

and perhaps with reason; though the circumMr. Haydon was born on the 26th January, stance of its remaining upon his hands may 1786, at Plymouth,—where his father was a have inspired his spoken predilections in its bookseller of good reputation. He was edu- favor. He re-exhibited it in 1829, -and with cated at Plymouth Grammar School; and some pomp of description in the catalogue. afterwards removed to Plympton, ere his “It has not been nursed,” he says, “in warm education was completed in the same gram- galleries and fine lights; but has been lying mar school in which Sir Joshua Reynolds ac- about in dust and darkness, in cellars and quired all the scholastic knowledge he ever warehouses, for eight years; and yet every received. Haydon, in after-life, was fond of one will admit its color is uninjured and the referring to this circumstance ; nor unwilling, surface uncracked. The reason is, the only indeed, to have it said, that his father, who vehicle used was fine linseed oil, unmixed drew a little himself, had given him the Scrip- with any other material; and no juice or vartural name in the thought that, as Plympton nish of any description has been put on its had sent a Sir Joshua into the world, Ply- surface. I never varnished but two pictures mouth might send her Sir Benjamin, to fol-. Romeo and Juliet' and 'Dentatus'—and they low.

both are cracked.' Three of the heads in this The boy evinced a love for Art at a very picture will attract attention-Wordsworth,

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Hazlitt, and Keats; an odd combination,- | least four copies-one for Sir Robert Peel, a but all Haydon's doings differed from those of second for the Duke of Devonshire, a third for other people.

the Duke of Sutherland, and the fourth for we Still undaunted in his pursuits—and with forget whom. This is a suggestive picture; the large picture of Christ upon his hands- coarse in its execution, but well conceived. It he began a second, “ Christ in the Garden," has been engraved,--and was popular as an and a third in the same high walk, called engraving; but a second picture of the same “ Christ rejected." Contests of all kinds were character,“ The Duke on the Field of Waterwelcome to his nature;

and he engaged in a loo," was a poor companion. His last works controversy about the Elgin Marbles--wrote were “Curtius leaping into the Gulf,"_" Uriel with spirit and vehemence--attracted atten- and Satan,”—and the pictures which formed tion, and lost friends. He now (May 1821) his recent Exhibition at the Egyptian Hall. married. New difficulties beset him; and He had been working at a picture of “Alfred people became afraid to employ a painter so and the Trial by Jury," on ihe morning of his turbulent in spirit, and so monstrous in the death. size of the canvas he selected for his pictures. Haydon's history is a sad lesson; and, proHis debts increasing, he became an inmate, for perly told, will be of greater service to artists a time, of the King's Bench Prison. Here, he than his pictures can. He was too much of an was a witness of the celebrated Mock Election enthusiast~100 haughty-too vain-and too which took place there in July, 1827 ;--and, much like poor James Barry, to succeed. His struck with the picturesque character of the treatment of Sir George Beaumont was foolscene, he embodied it on canvas, and found a ish in the extreme. Beaumont had given him purchaser for it, at 500 guineas, in King a commission for a picture from “ Macbeth," George IV. He had friends to assist him, at of a certain size, and for a certain position in this time; and, once more at ease, he began a his room. Haydon, then a young man, ac. picture of “ Eucles"--a subscription being set cepted the commission, with thanks,--and beon foot to take it off his hands by a public gan a picture three time the size appointed. rasle. Sir Walter Scoti interested himself in ) Remonstrance was ineffectual. Genius knew the subscription; and mentions, in his Diary, no fetters--and wonders were to be wrought. that he had sat to Haydon for his portrait

. When the work was done, great was Haydon's “ He is certainly a clever fellow," he says, astonishment at finding that Beaumont was “ but too enthusiastic,--which distress seems not delighted with him for exceeding his comto have cured in some degree. His wife, a mission, and painting a picture for which his pretiy woman, looked happy to see me--and patron had no room. But peace to his faults ! that is something. Yet it was very little I With more of care and less of enthusiasm, he could do to help them."

might have achieved a reputation less likely to The success of the “Mock Election”--the be impaired than the same he fancied he had work, he tells us, of four months--justified an- won from a future generation competent to unother attempt in the same line; and he com- derstand the solid principles of his style. For. menced a second picture, called "Chairing gotten, however, he cannot be. His “Lecthe Members—a scene from the Mock Elec- tures” will assist in securing his name; and tion.” This he exhibited at the Bazaar in if they are found insufficient, Wordsworth has Bond-street, in 1829; and found a purchaser, helped him 10 an immortality :al 300 guineas, in Mr. Francis, of Exeter. Another picture of the same period was his

To B. R. Haydon, Esq. 5. Pharaoh dismissing Moses, at the dead of the night, alter the Passover”--bought, we High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art believe, by Mr. Hunter, an East India 'mer-(Whether the instrument of words she use, chant, for the sum of 500 guineas. "I gave, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) when very young," he has been heard to say, Demands the service of a mind and heart, "early indications of a spirit inimical to the Though sensitive, yet in their weaker part creasing, with his family, he took to portrait- While the whole world seems adverse to desert. supremacy of portrait:"-but, his wants in- Heroically fashioned—to infuse

Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, painting for a time, and advertised his price And oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may, for a whole-length to be 150 guineas. People Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress, refused to sit, however; and his additions to Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, the portrait branch of his art were few or none. And in the soul admit of no decay,

The Great Banquet at Guildhall, at the Brook no continuance of weak-mindednesspassing of the Reform Bill, was the next sub- Great is the glory, for the strife is hard ! ject of magnitude that engaged Mr. Haydon's

Atheneum. attention. He brooded over it for a long period of time-and made

a sad jumble of a scene in itself a jumble. The perspective, we remember, was very bad. Another picture of

BooK-KEEPING -A friend who has suffered the period was his “Napoleon musing at St. largely by lending books, begs us to state that the Helena ;** of which he painted, we believe, at reason people never return borrowed books is

, that it is so much easier to retain the volumes * Published in the Eclectic Magazine. than what is in them.

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From the balmy sweets, uncloyed,

(Restless till her task be done,) Now the busy bee's employed

Sipping dew before the sun.

Trickling through the creviced rock,

Where the limpid stream distils, Sweet refreshment waits the flock,

When 'tis sun-drove from the hills.

Colin, for the promised corn,

(Ere the harvest hopes are ripe,) Anxious, bears the huntsman's horn,

Boldly sounding, drown his pipe.

They tell me that the birds, whose notes

Fall rich, and sweet, and full,-
That these I listen to and love,

Are not all beautiful!
They tell me that the gayest flowers

Which sunshine ever brings
Are not the ones I know so well,

But strange and scentless things! My little brother leads me forth

To where the violets grow;
His gentle, light, yet careful step,

And tiny hand I know.
My mother's voice is soft and sweet,

Like music on my ear;
The very atmosphere seems love,

When these to me are near.
My father twines his arms around,

And draws me to his breast,
To kiss the poor blind helpless girl,

He says he loves the best.
'Tis then I ponder unknown things,

It may be-weep or sigh,
And think how glorious it must be

To meet Affection's eye!

Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng,

On the white emblossomed spray! Nature's universal song

Echoes to the rising day.

From the Literary Gazette.

SONNET TO YOUTH.

MORNING.

BY ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.

Swiftly from the mountain's brow

Shadows, nursed by Night, retire ; And the peeping sunbeam, now

Paints with gold the village spire. Philomel forsakes the thorn,

Plaintive where she prates at night; And the lark, to meet the Morn,

Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.

Why should the young despair, or turn aside,

As tbrough lost fortitude, from seeking good ?
Take courage, Youth ! pursue the paths pur-

sued By all who virtue love: truth be thy guide. What though with much temptation straitly tried

Temptations have been and may be withstood; 'Tis better to subdue than be subdued, O'er self to triumph is man's proper pride. Why should the young despond ?--they have not

felt The soul grow stern, the world become a void; Sweet influences still their hearts can melt: Theirs too are treasures they have ne'er em

ployed; Science and thought with them bave never dwelt. How much of life remains to be enjoyed !

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POETRY.

569 Call forth in man his noblest

powers ;

I hate the harsh noise of the cymbal and drum, Therefore I hold my head erect,

I hate the loud sounds from the timbrel that And, amid life's severest hours,

come; Stand steadfost in my self-respect.

The nightingale's song in the silence of night,

And ihe lark's and the linnet's when sunshine is I thank thee, God, that I must toil !

bright, Yon ermined slave of lineage high,

Are sweeter and softer, and mingle so well The game-law lord who owns the soil

With all the clear echoes of mountuin and dell, Is not so free a man as I !

That they seem to my sense earth's true music
He wears the fetters of his clan;

to be :
Wealth, birth, and rank have hedged him in ; Oh! a Steed and the Desert for me!
I heed but this, that I am MAN,
And to the great in mind akin !

Then give me the date-tree that shadows our
Thank God, that like the mountain-oak

tents, My lot is with the storms of life;

And the wld flowers that fill all the air with Strength grows from out the tempest's shock;

their scents, And patience in the daily strife.

And the pure well of water that springs 'neath The horny hand, the furrowed brow,

the trees Degrade not howe'er sloth may deem ;

Where the wife of my youth, with our boy on 'Tis this degrades—to cringe and bow,

her knees,
And ape the vice we disesteem.

Sings welcoming songs as at nightfall I seek
For the light of my life in the smile on her

cheek.
Thank God for toil, for hardship, whence
Come courage, patience, hardihuod,

Away with your towns, where no freedom can
And for that sad experience

A Steed and the Desert for me !
Which leaves our bosoms flesh and blood;
Which leaves us tears for others' woe!

Brother in toil respect thyself;
And let thy steadfast virtues show

That man is nobler far than pelf!

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The roses have fragrance in cities, 'tis true,
Saloons may be sprinkled with essences too ;
But the dew-drops that fall 'neath the stars and
By Nature are fraught with a fir richer boon
Of scent and of hue; for no art can bestow
Their native endowments of perfume or glow.
My rosebuds I pluck mid green bowers from the
Oh! a Steed and the Desert for me!

!

Thou must go forth alone, my soul !

To meet thy God above :
But shrink not-he has said, my soul !

He is a God of love.
His rod and staff shall comfort thee

Across the dreary road,
Till thou shalt join the blessed ones,

In Heaven's serene abode.

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