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"The Keepsake,” and “Heath's Book sort of official report of the present condition of OF BEAUTY,” for 1846. Edited by the Countess all her sisters, telling how poor of Blessington. (Longman.)-It is now some

“Melpomene has had a hard fight for subsistence, years since the Countess of Blessington first and being harshly turned out of her own doors, bad swayed the double editorial sceptre of Mr. thrown herself into the New River Head, wben she Heath's two most popular annuals; and the was charitably taken out by the Shakspeare Humane manner in which this “ united kingdom” flou- Society, and carried into Sadler's Wells to be resus. rishes with perennial grace and vigour must bear , citated !" and how “Clio is the proprietress of a witness to the talent and taste evinced by the pictorial newspaper, and during the week sells cataversatile and gifted editress. For our own part, we logues at Madame Tussaud’s !" have an affectionate remembrance of the “an- “ The old brown Coat, an American Story," is nuals:” they are associated with early recollec- one of Captain Marryat's most clever and racy tions of Christmas and New Year's gifts, in those morsels. "A Night in the Palanquin," by girlish days when the highest of earthly enjoy- E. A. H. O., is a simple, “ o'er true” tale, full of ments was an interesting story, and we drew genuine pathos, and describing Indian scenery, heavy instalments on our eyesight (to be paid life, and manners with a power only to be ac, by-and-bye, no doubt), and often read by moon- quired from feeling, as well as observation and light rather than press our pillow, while uncer- personal experience. Few authors prove more tain if the heroine of one would die or-marry! certainly than this gifted initialist how much the In those days the annuals were small, meek- heart helps the head. “The Widow's Daughlooking things, and wore a sober and substan- ter,” by Mrs. Walker, is feelingly told; and tial suit of Morocco, instead of dazzling us in “Vincentio di Civitetta,” by Miss E. A. St. John, purple and scarlet : but it has been to us a mat- is one of the most powerful tales in the book. ter of painful regret to see our old favourites We are not certain if she be the daughter of the drop, one by one, into their silent graves, after well-known author, but if so, she has inherited a struggle for existence, too, in most cases. To no mean share of her father's talent. “The be sure, we cling the more fondly to those which Pawnee's Ransom,” by our own frequent conare spared; and rarely, indeed, have any vo- tributor, Georgina Munro, is one of the best lumes of this description appeared more worthy stories of American Indian life we have ever of regard and commendation than those before read. J. R., of Oxford, has furnished some us. We are going to make a bold remark, but vigorous poems, and Anna Savage, Mrs. F. B. we believe it to be a true one: if we are wrong, Scott, Grace Aguilar, Camilla Toulmin, B. Simthe error is one of the judgment, and we cannot monds, Lady E. Stuart Wortley, B. Disraeli, N. help it. We believe that these two books con Michell, Barry Cornwell, Lord John Manners, tain articles of as high literary merit as are to and a numerous list of etceteras, complete the be found in annuals bearing the date of their goodly band of contributors. “palmy days,” which ten or fifteen years ago In the “ Keepsake" we find a dramatic sketch were called. In many respects we even give the from the powerful pen of Eugene Sue, more preference to those for 1846, inasmuch as the English in sentiment than is commonly found articles are generally shorter than they used to from a French writer. Here, too, is an Irish be, and so far very much better adapted for the sketch, by Mrs. S. C. Hall, in her own felicitous purposes of a drawing-room table-book, to style. The Country Banker” is one of Mrs. which more than ten minutes at a time are very Abdy's sparkling stories. · A Ghost Story," seldom devoted--time enough to enjoy a spark- by Lady Blessington, displays a thorough knowling sketch, a brief story, a humorous anecdote ledge of human nature, and no small degree of pithily told, or even a beautiful poem of a page humour mingled with some pathos. The idea or two; and all of these are to be found here, of a first wife, to whom vows of eternal faith thickly scattered. We are sick of the parrot cry, have been breathed, returning to the home made " the annuals are not what they used to be !" happy by a second, is surely an admirable one; If they are not, then have the popular magazines would we had space to extract it entue : it would degenerated also; for we here behold a goodly be spoiled by mutilation. Some very beautiful band of most successful magazine writers, in ad- poetry, from the same pen, graces both books ; dition to many great writers of a different class. and an admirable fragment from the French chroNow, a great writer cannot write ill, not, we be- nicles, shines out with characteristic force in the lieve, were he to try. The light stroke of a giant “ Book of Beauty.” We could wish for more is mightier than a pigmy's greatest effort, and contributions from Miss Power ; the few verses accordingly we find much of real ore, and she gives us are so very charming, and her not tinsel, here. We doubt if Albert Smith prose sketch, “The Postman's Knock,” is so ever wrote a more humorous chapter than his truthful and touching. Anna Savage's poems "Struggles of Terpischore,” which includes a gain power every year; and the “ Keepsake"

And behold, that which is usually first regarded, we have not yet mentioned, namely, the artistic department! Among the “ Beauties,” two or three of the loveliest are those to which we find a tantalizing blank, or the vague clue of an initial. Well, no matter ; a fine portrait is dear to the lover of art, even if he know not the painter's living inspiration. “The Honourable Mrs.—"engraved by Robinson, after Kenny Meadows, is a gem of this description, full of grace, intelligence, and beauty. "The Lady Henrietta,” by Mote, after J. W. Wright, “Miss Lucy BM by Egleton, after a painting by Frith, “Lady Brooke,” and the “Misses MʻLeod,” keep up the title of the work; and

Donna Inez," engraved by Edwards, after Egg, has all the witching beauty of a Spanish dame. Certainly the mantilla was meant to add a grace to loveliness, and hide defects where they exist. Miss Power illustrates this portrait by some charming lines, of which we extract a

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contains so beautiful a one by Miss Garrow, that we are tempted to extract it entire:

“SHE IS NOT DEAD, BUT SLEEPETH.
"Spell-bound upon her couch of glittering sea,
Beneath her queenly-starred canopy,
Wan, still, and breathless lieth Italy,

The land of many woes.
Her records are but wonder-tales of yore;
Men taunt her with the mighty sons she bore-
The teeming nations breathe her name no more

Amid their freedom throes-
She, from whose lavish breast they drew the tide
Which form'd and fed the sinews of their pride
She, who outspread her royal robe to hide

Their infant nakedness-
She, who won forth their childhood shy and rude
From the deep tangles of the virgin wood ;
Tamed the fierce eye, and check'd the savage mood,

By precept and caress-
She to whose sacred torch as pilgrims came,
Poet and sage, and kindled at its flame,
The lonely beacon of a hallow'd name,

'Mid error's shifting sand-
She, the sweet singer, she the teacher wise,
The valiant, proud, and beautiful, now lies,
Theme for cold scorn, and venom'd pleasantries

To that unfeeling band,
Who use her for an hostelry, and dare
To thaw them in her sun, and drink her air,
While churlish guests, they quarrel with their fare,

Trampling the prostrate land-
She lies for dead; the sullen air around
Hangs motionless, save that with drowning sound
An aged priest, with eyes upon the ground

Mutters the death-prayer low;
And that sometimes her helpless children raise
A feeble wailing for the ancient days -
And that with rustlings faint the crown of bays

Drops piecemeal from her brow.
Yet often, as the hour of storm descends
On neighbour shores, and the strong change-wind

bends
Their loftiest glories, reed-like, to its ends,

Still may the world behold
A shudder creep along her limbs supine-
A gasping heave, a mournful, speechless sign,
O, mother! in that once strong heart of thine

The stream is not yet cold ;
Thou fair, enchanted queen, whom baleful lore
Would hold in chains of sleep for evermore ;
Alas! the age of simple trust is o'er :

No fated Paladin
Comes o'er thy mountain walls, arm'd cap-à-pie ;
Nor from the borders of thy tideless sea,
With the warm clasp of love to waken thee,

To woo thee, and to win.
Do thy sons murmur? Let not one or two
Allempt the work ten thousand hands should do !
What foe can house, where, hopeful, firm, and true,

Stirred by a single will,
The dwellers of the soil, day after day,
Seek, seize, loosen, upturn each lingering stay
Of tyranny, and round their homesteads slay

The fibrous roots of ill ?
Fling wide the doors ! and let the echoing strife,
The fresh, strong current of our northern life
Rush o'er her brow; this sluggish air is rife

With treacherous perfum'd rest.
Plot no more, or plot all. Who may defy
A nation link'd in vast conspiracy?
Who shall resist thy sons, oh Italy,

If once more freedom-blest?”

" Thou art come from a land where the sun ever

beameth, Where perfume and music hang rich on the air ; A glorious land, where, to breathe, even seemeth

Enjoyment sufficient to chase every care. " I read in those dark eyes a soul full of passion :

There's energy e'en in those tiny-clasp'd hands; Each feature, each trait is replete with expression,

Unlike the cold faces of northern lands." The illustrations to the “Keepsake"-of a miscellaneous class—are, to our taste, yet more beautiful and highly finished. “ Cortile Salviati," engraved by R. Wallis, after a painting by Lake Price, is one of those sunny Italian scenes which make us sigh for the balmy south, the land of song and of romance: and the “ Fête Champetre,” and “A Rustic Fair,” are eminently beautiful. “The Bell,” by A. T. Heath, after Edward Corbould (to which Miss E. Youаtt has written a touching story), and

Ianthe,” by the same artists, deserve equal commendation. “The Quarrel is in Stephanoff's happiest style; and “The Exchange,by Charles Heath, is a perfect gem for delicacy and expression. The frontispiece to the “ Keepsake” is an exquisite portrait of “ Victoria, Princess Royal,” engraved by J. Thompson, from a painting by Lucas, in the possession of her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent. We cannot close our notice, without transcribing to our pages the feeling verses inspired by this sweet and interesting picture : LINES ON THE PORTRAIT OF THE PRIN

CESS ROYAL.
(By the Countess of Blessington.)
“ Thou first-born! sent to joy and bless

Thy fair and youthful mother's breast,
When thy sweet face her lips did press,

And thou wert sootb'd by ber to rest,
No longer mighty Queen was sbe,

Intent on weighty cares of state :
Her ev'ry thought was bli'd by thee,

And by thy sire, her princely mate.

“ Thou art the bond of love as pure

abundant ruled pages for memoranda and cash As ever warnı'd a mortal heart;

account, almanac for 1846, and several highly Through years enduring and secure,

finished engravings, we have original poetry by Although she fills a Monarch's part. With the stern duties empire brings,

Frances Brown, Bernard Barton, and other

writers known to fame, and several poeins seAnd anxious thoughts for England's weal, Love o'er her destiny still Alings

lected from published sources with taste and Its charm, aud gnawing care can heal.

judgment; as for charades, enigmas, &c., these " And thou, fair child, in whose young face

are so numerous and so various, they would

take dull folks like ourselves the whole of the We love to trace thy royal line, Endow'd with all the winning grace

ensuing year to guess them, did we set ourselves That youth and innocence combine

so hopeless a task. Thou, first-born of our gracious Queen,

Art dear to every English breast ; And blessings flow when thou art seen,

SculptURE.-We have often had occasion to By truthful-loving lips exprest."

draw attention to Mr. Lough's exquisite producEssays BY THE Pupils at the College tions, and it has been our privilege within the OP THE DEAF AND DUMB, Rugby, War- past month to w, in the clay, a new work WICKSHIRE. (Longman).- This is a remark- which belongs to that high class of ideal art, in able little volume, and highly interesting from which he has made himself so eminently disthe circumstances under which it has been pro- tinguished. Those who remember his "lago, duced. We are informed that these essays were Ophelia, and Lady Macbeth, will rejoice to hear written just as they are here printed, without that he has added to them another Shakspere deliberation, in the presence of the visiters by creation. One of “Shakspere’s women,” Portia, whom the subjects were proposed; and, in our the high-souled and true, the gentle and obedient opinion, it would be unjust to measure them by daughter, yet the active, energetic wife, who any high standard of literary excellence. At the understands-rare knowledge !--that friendship same time, they present á curious and most and gratitude are things as high and sacred as gratifying evidence of the moral and intellectual love itself. It may be more so. The sculptor attainments possible by the afflicted deaf mutes. has chosen the moment wheri Bassanio is choosThe essays are above fifty in number, on various ing the casket, after Portia has said — subjects, such as Religion, Napoleon, Railroads,

“ If you do love me you will find me out." Patriotism, &c., &c., treated in styles sufficiently The finely chiselled features wear the expression opposite, to prove that very different minds have of a seraphic Faith, to which Hope lends a been employed in their production; indeed, as

human glory. Faith in the wisdom of her dead Mr. Bingham the compiler truly says, “the father's strange decree, but the stake is so great scale of intellect in them is as variously graduated that trembling Hope must reign there too. Even as in other persons.” Accordingly, we have the figure seems dilating with the sensation of among them writers matter-of-fact or imagina- the moment, while the beautiful hands-capable tive, lively and severe, reverential of the past

of such forceful expression by the skill of a or hopeful of the future. Not the least curious master--folding on each other, rest on the pipes observation to be made in these pages is the of an organ, the apt and poetical type of her frequent allusions to sound. What idea can

willthe deaf and dumb form of “a shout of victory," “Let music sound while he doth make his choice ; a coach “rattling through the town,” “a trum- Then, if he lose, he makes a swanlike end, pet peal,” the “ voices of Burke, Pitt, and Wil- Fading in music.” berforce," and many such phrases which are found ? There is something very touching in The presence of the caskets helps to tell the story, the essay on the question “Which is the greater and individualize the character at the first glance; loss, Sight or Hearing ?” (one we could scarcely but such adjuncts are little regarded by those have had the heart to put), in which the author who appreciate the wonderful power this great modestly submitting his ignorance of the bles- artist possesses of transfusing the ideal of charsing of the sense of hearing, yet evidently inclines acter into his works. In this we behold Portia to think his own affliction a greater one than at the moment which decides her destiny, but blindness. The essay on the subject proposed we know also that she is capable of all she unby Charles Dickens * An Author is somewhat dertakes, and see her as the wise young doctor, humourous, and the entire volume will be very the “ Daniel come to judgment.” More than gratifying to all who take an interest in the this, though less regarded, the high-hearted patient and philanthropic exertions of those who woman who, from that noble heart, forgives her are engaged in enlightening the mental darkness husband that he has parted with her ring, and of the deaf and dumb.

that he would have relinquished her to save his

friend. We should like to see a gallery of Fulcher's Ladies' MEMORANDUM Book. Shakspere characters by Mr. Lough (with his - With annuals and almanacs come pocket- Milton's Satan admitted among them, the greatbooks, of course, and certainly this contains est, we think, of all his grand achievements), the greatest amount of matter within the given and believe such marble commentaries on the compass of any we have yet seen; besides mighty Bard would be to the lovers of poetry and art, among the most acceptable the world “Good Night!” Poetry by Percy Bysshe has yet known. As Mr. Lough is, in some Shelley; the music composed by George J. O, respects, an artist far in advance of popular Allman. Prowse. style and taste, his works are those which The first of these is a pleasing serenade, in educate the eye and the understanding. which andante and allegretto time alternate with

very good effect. “The Sea Gull” is a spirited song, something in the style which Russell has

made popular, and worthier of better words MUSIC.

than the absurd and inflated bathos which we

are constrained to say are those to which the THE AMICABLE QUADRILLES.” “The composer has wedded his melody. Shelley and CITY OF LONDON QUADRILLES.” “The Scott, opposite as they may be to each other, Royal Polka.” Composed by George J. O. have respectively inspired productions of higher Allman. Lewis & Co.-Before we notice Mr. pretensions, and more elaborate execution, both Allman's ballads, we must say a word in recom- of which deserve a niche in the musical library. mendation of the above compositions, so appro- “Oh! I could weep,” is a recitative from a priate as the season for Christmas festivities and MS. opera, words and music both by Mr. the merry dance draws near. “The Amicable Allman. It is a subject which wins upon the Quadrilles,” and “The Royal Polka,” have ear, and the accompaniment is graceful and found favour with Adam's band, and have been effective. danced at her Majesty's state balls; and “ The THE PORTFOLIO, No. 2, “THOU ART NOT City of London" set deserve equal popularity. BY MY SIDE.” A series of vocal compositions The fourth and fifth figures, dedicated to the by Peter R. Nicholls and Reginald Hylton, city monsters Gog and Magog, are remarkably Ransford, Charles-street. spirited and lively. We congratulate the com- This is the second of a series which promises poser on the services he has rendered to Terp- to be a delightful acquisition to the amateur's sichore.

stock of vocal music. It is a charming plaintive “COME TO ME, Love.” “The Sea Gull.” melody in A major, wedded to words by Miss “Oh! I COULD WEEP.” Composed by George M. H. Acton, a young poetess whose graceful J. O. Allman. Lewis & Co.

productions must be familiar to our readers. "THE LONELY Isle!” The words from A phrase or two in the melody reminds us of an Sir W. Scott's “ Lady of the Lake.” Composed old favourite, “Friends depart,” but scarcely by George J. O. Allman. Leader and Cock. sufficiently to convict the composer of plagiarism.

AMUSEMENTS

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MONTH.

The healthier tone on the face of theatrical almost necessarily a direct imitation. But to affairs, noticed in our last number, has con- glance at the music and libretto of the productinued with a vigour that almost promises tion :- The music is from the pen of a composer fulfilment to the hope that it is not a flush / but lately known to the public, Mr. W. V. on the cheek, but is indeed engrafted in the Wallace; and the libretto is by the clever theasystem; and that this sudden recall of the le- trical poet, Mr. Edward Fitzball. The impresgitimate drama is not a delusive meteor-asion left on the mind, not of one, but of all who will-o'-the-wisp_floating over the decaying and have witnessed this opera, is, that both the poet corrupted mass, which has for a long series of and the composer have done their best to proyears been gathering, not only on the highways duce a bouquet of sweets, and their success so of dramatic art, but in every little bye-lane that far may be judged of, when it is said that the could give even the slightest encouragement to whole production is sweet, almost to cloying. the congregating of the disgraceful and destruc- The overture, on its first being produced, was tive injury; a light-a beacon to engage the listened to with profound attention, and at its best energies of a benighted public, who walk conclusion received an unanimous encore, which upon the unsound footing of fashionable taste : was acknowledged by the composer, who conbut to the “boards."

ducted on the occasion. The overture is a well

constructed composition, interweaving the prinDRURY LANE.

cipal themes of the opera; and had it been a The Fairy Oak has, as we prognosticated, little less noisy, and a little more perfectly exedied a sudden death; and a new opera, under cuted by the orchestra, it had approached very the title of Maritana, has usurped its place. Of nigh perfection among the works of its class. the plot of the opera, it will only be necessary There is, pervading the entire composition, a to observe that it is a repetition of a worn-out heaviness not altogether in character with the story, that has been before the public for many parts to which it is written; the music does not months, viz., that of Don Cæsar de Bazan. Of agree with the character; it is like a monk's this production, in its comedy form, we have cowl on the head of a romping young lady.” before given the outline in the columns of this It is deficient, to a great extent, in the graceful magazine, and of it the operatic version is gaiety which gives a life and reality to works of

all.”

this class; and, moreover, has become a matter

HAYMARKET. almost of necessity to make it a welcome morsel to the pampered taste of the play-going public.

Mr. Anderson and Miss Helen Faucit have To select the beauties of the opera were a task the limited space of these pages will not allow, appeared during the last month in The Lady of but some there are must not be passed over in of As You Like It. The part of Jaques is per

Lyons, The Hunchback, and in Shakspere's play silence. Don Jose (Mr. H. Phillips), finding haps the best of Mr. Anderson's performances, the cards he plays are desperate, consoles him- since his re-appearance. In this character he self with the idea that on his success depends has not had the opportunity of “ ranting," his possession of the Queen; he therefore gives which we particularly observed him liable to in vent to his feelings in the following ballad: the the two plays first-mentioned; not so, however, music is in one flat, and was most deliciously in this; on the contrary, the character is well sung :

understood, and the performance does credit to “ In happy moments, day by day,

Mr. Anderson's talents, which are, doubtless, of The sands of life may pass,

a character little inferior to those of our greatest In swift, but tranquil, tide away

living actors. But what can be said of Miss From Time's unerring glass :

Helen Faucit's Rosalind? To say it is perfecYet hopes we used as bright to dream, tion in parts, is poor praise, when the repreRemembrance will recall,

sentation, even in the detail, be it never so Whose pure and whose unfading beam minute, has gained the climax of perfection, in Is dearer than them all.

giving life, energy, being, to the poet's mind!

It is the Rosalind beyond the speaking body, “ Though anxious eyes upon us gaze,

there is no apparent stinting of the spirit to the And hearts with fondness beat,

art in which it is developed, but uncurbed; the Whose smile upon each feature plays With truthfulness replete;

mind seems to have threaded all the innumerable Some thoughts none others can replace,

beauties of this, one of the most beautiful of Remembrance will recall,

Shakspere's all-perfect female characters, bas Which in the flight of years we trace,

threaded them, like a gorgeous necklace, into one Is dearer than th

unbroken chain of the most delicate and yet

brilliant effect. A new, and be it added, a sucWe cannot omit the following song, which cessful comedy, bearing the name of The Maiden Maritana (Miss Poole) sings, when sad and Aunt, has been produced, and from the pen of melancholy: it is from the pen of the lessee, Mr. Richard Brinsley Knowles, a younger son and runs thus :

of the dramatist—so long and so justly famous

-Mr. Sheridan Knowles, described in the dedi"Scenes that are brightest

cation of this play as the illustrious author of May charm awhile, Hearts which are lightest,

Virginius.” The plot, which is simple, and which

has scarcely a deviation from the straight-forAnd eyes that smile ; Yet o'er them above us,

ward, is as follows; we extract from a contemThough nature beam,

porary :-Sir Simon Sage (Mr. Farren), who is With none to love us,

a good-natured old bachelor fool, vastly rich, as How sad they seem.

all stage old bachelors have been from time im

memorial, has a nephew, Percy Sage (Mr. Hud" Words cannot scatter

son), whom he has brought up as his heir, and The thoughts we fear,

whom he designs to marry to the daughter of an For though they flatter,

old rich neighbour, Peter Wilmot (Mr. Tilbury), They mock the ear.

once his most deadly enemy, but now his most Hopes still deceive us

interested friend. Sir Simon has, besides, a pet With tearful cost, And when they leave us,

project for himself, viz., to espouse the comely The heart is lost."

Mistress Sarah Wilmot, rogue-Peter's sister, and

thus to consummate his own and his nephew's Mr. Harrison's performance of the reckless happiness. When it is stated that the amorous Don Cesar, though perhaps not quite a failure, knight has counted sixty-and-one years, it should was not decidedly successful; while Miss Poole for the sake of probability, have been “ threeand Mr. H. Phillips were not only in fine voice, score-and-ten:" the character suggested for him but played their parts with a right feeling of by one of the "walking gentlemen,” Montague, character ; indeed the whole opera has had every in the first scene of the play, will not be esteemed care bestowed upon its production, and was inapt, or reckoned inappropriate :given out for repetition amid the most enthusiastic applause, the usual theatrical honours

“ Caprice mocks all surmise having been accorded to the composer, and his

Of reason, and in that commodity

Sir Simon passes all. He is one of those principal assistants of the night's adventure.

Whose fallen years, instead of wearing out, The new ballet divertissement, The Devil to

Have worn in ! Full of his own opinion, Pay, has been quite successful, and is received

A meddler, nothing thriving that he touches, with the greatest approbation by overflowing Yet doing everything in wisdom's name, houses.

Whose special minister he thinks himself!"

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