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ie indorsement or condemnation. Every one Brent writes,” and “Hope writes,” and “Ge- and the loveliest and sweetest women of real whose acquaintance with books, and espe offry writes;" and, after reading half the book, I life are considerably older than the vast macialis with current literature, is at all inti- the reader would find it difficult to turn over

jority of heroes and heroines in the world of mate, knows that they fall into species, and

fiction." a dozen pages and, without looking at the eren genera, almost as distinct as those into head-lines, say who was writing-almost as As criticism, this is fairer, probably, than which the animal and vegetable kingdoms difficult as to say what was being written most of the criticisms bestowed by authors hare been divided ; and nothing would seem about.

upon their own works, and as an explanation more certain than that literary criticism only

of Miss Ingelow's theory of novel-writing it needs some critical Cuvier in order to be de

“FATED TO BE FREE," * though very far

is evidently entirely candid ; for it insists Feloped at once into that stage of a science in which its mere definitions are adequately de- marked advance over its author's previous indeed from being a first-rate novel, shows a

upon what we had intended to point out as

the chief fault of both stories. Miss Ingelow scriptive. It hardly needs to be pointed out, work, to which it is a sort of sequel, “ Off

bas written largely for children, and all her perhaps, how greatly the critic's task would be lightened if, like the paturalist, he could

the Skelligs.” It is shorter, for one thing ; works show that she is consistent in claiming its plot is better constructed; the action is

for children more attention than they usually make the nature and quality of a book clear

“ Off the Skelligs,” for exto the reader's mind by some such simple

more dramatic, and the parts more equally get in literature.
distributed between the several characters;

ample, was an attempt to demonstrate that formula as this : order, fiction ; genus, suband there is a kind of coherence and conti

boys and girls could furnish very satisfactory jective-analytical ; species, trash. nuity of interest about it that “ Off the Skel.

heroes and heroines for a story designed for Our consciousness of the great conven. ligs” sadly lacked. Miss Ingelow is evident

adult readers ; and the numerous pages deience which such a classification would prove, ly acquiring better command over her mate

voted to children in the present work would, however, shall not tempt us to undertake it rials—she has learned, for instance, that a

if separated from the context, and bound tokere ; and we shall only avail ourselves of series of “studies of character," however

gether, make an almost incomparable juvethe suggestion so far as to say that in any good they may be, do not alone constitute a

nile. It is certain, too (and this demon. 3rstem of the kind “Wildmoor"* would rank novel ; and this, together with her very de.

strates the faultiness of her theory), that the among the lowest species--probably under cided literary skill, entitles us to expect even

book would be greatly improved, in an arthat which might be defined as “ painstaking- better work at her hands in the future.

tistic sense, by such elisions. We wonder if ly-dull.” It is a book that has quite evident.

The peculiar plot of “Fated to be Free"

Miss Ingelow has ever reflected on the reason Is cost its author an immense amount of (a revelation of which would impair the read

why “ books written for grown-up people are, trouble-it is her “work” in the most homeer's enjoyment of the story) forbids our an

as a rule, kept almost clear of children?” lg signification of that term. Her preparaalyzing its structure, and it would be useless

She has jumped to the conclusion, apparenttioas for it apparently included a careful merely to enumerate characters who take ly, that it is because the opportunities which study, not only of the way in which novels their chief interest from the careful minute

children afford to povelists bave been overare divided into chapters, the narrative

ness and delicacy of touch with which they looked or purposely ignored; but we think it broken up into dialogue, and the secret on

has arisen from an instinctive sense of fitness are drawn. As piquant as any thing else in the keeping of which the interest of the story the book-to us, at least—is the “Author's

on the part of novelists. Human life, and of is supposed to depend, let out in the second Preface to the American Edition," in which,

course any representation of human life, takes or third chapter; but also of the qualities after premising that she sees the folly of an

its interest from the relations between pershich people in novels are supposed to adauthor's attempting to explain what should

sons whose actions are free, and whose conmire, of the way in which they express this explain itself, and confessing that she did it

duct may therefore be regarded as indicative almiration, of their manner of falling in and out of love, of their deportment under sor.

at the request of her American publishers, of characters that have gone beyond the inshe goes on to criticise her two stories as

choate or merely impulsive stage, or from row, and of their genial custom of consenting follows:

the struggle of man with his environment. to be taken off at precisely the moment most

Childhood can comply with none of these convenient to all concerned. The very phra- “I am told that they are peculiar, and I conditions ; for children are but passive actseology appropriate to the various circum- feel that they must be so, for most stories of ors at best-their conduct is judged not by stances and occasions has been carefully human life are, or at least aim at being, works

its proximate results, but by the tendencies of art — Doted, and the author has followed out her

selections of interesting portions of

or “line of development” which it reveals. life, and fitting incidents, put together and programme with the conscientious exactness

Furthermore, children can take no part in presented as a picture is; and I have not of a Brahman at his prayers. But, though aimed at producing a work of art at all, but a

the one universal human passion which alone sach genuine painstaking is entitled to recog- piece of Nature. I have attempted to beguile

touches universal human sympathies. A nition in these days of flimsy and careless my readers into something like a sense of

novel for

grown-up people" in which chilwriting, the result can hardly be said to be reality ; to make them fancy that they were dren play more than a subordinate part is as otherwise than dull. In fact, Miss Burck- | reading the unskillful chronicle of things that untrue to Nature as it is defective in art; in e't fairly invited failure from two different really occurred, rather than some invented fact, it is defective in art because it is untrue directions: first, by localizing her story in story, as interesting as I knew how to make

to Nature. England without knowing any thing at first it. It seemed to me difficult to write, at least

It may be well to add that while “Fated hand of either English scenery or English in prose, an artistic story; but easy to come

to be Free" is a sequel to “ Off the Skelligs," nearer to life than most stories do. society; and, second, by adopting what, next

“ Thus, after presenting a remarkable

it is also complete in itself. to autobiography, is perhaps the most diffi

child, it seemed proper to let him (through cult form of composition—that of telling a the force of circumstance) fall away into a very

MRS. C. JENKIN is the only novelist who, story through the medium of several differ- commonplace man. It seemed proper, indeed, writing English (and excellent English, too), ent persons, writing independently and with to crowd the pages with children, for in real finds herself more at home in France and Do common object in view. This, of course, life they run all over; the world is covered

among the French people, and who chooses demands a strong power of conceiving and thickly with the prints of their little footsteps,

her subjects accordingly. All of her previ. representing individual character, but the though, as a rule, books written for grown-up

ous novels have been simply sketches of

It people who figure in “ Wildmoor " do not people are kept almost clear of them.

French society, chiefly in the southern “provesen attain to the dignity of puppets--no

seemed proper, also, to make the more im-
portant and interesting events of life fall at

inces," as they are called ; and, though a machinery could make them so much as imirather a later age than is commonly chosen,

third of the volume is devoted to a Scotch tate the movements of real men and women. and also to make the more important and in- country-family,“ Within an Ace" (New York: here is nothing that amounts to a variation teresting persons not extremely young; for, Henry Holt & Co.) is no exception to the of tone between the chapters which “Miss in fact, almost all the noblest and finest men rule. An English woman's experiences among

the old French nobility would necessarily be • WiUmoor. A Novel. By Florence Burckett. * Fated to be Free. A Novel. By Jean Inge- piquant and picturesque, so the author apPloadelphia: J. B. Lippincott & Co. low. Boston: Roberts Brothers.

pears to have thought, and her story was evi. dently constructed for the special purpose | Hugh, and the other pliantoms in “ Doing and started in Madrid, the profits of which will be of revealing these. This is the key to what- Dreaming," approach about as near to real

devoted to the erection of a monument at Alever portion of “Within an Ace” is depend life as the personified Virtues and Vices of

cala de Henares, in honor of the man whose

pame it bears. . . . Carlyle recently closed an ent upon the story; but Mrs. Jenkin is a the old mediæval Spanish plays. The truth

interview with a London correspondent of a thorough-going convert to the modern theory is, the author is not writing a novel, but

San Francisco newspaper with the following of novel-writing, in which the story is noth- preaching, and no paraphernalia of homely

characteristic growl at California : “You are ing and revelation of character every thing, names and conventionally common circum

doing no good there: you are harming the and the interest which her present work stances could disguise the fact beyond the world. Cover over your mines, leave your may be supposed to excite is concentrated first page or two.

gold in the earth, and go to planting potatoes. exclusively upon the relations between the

Every man who gives a potato to the world is Comte de Jençay and his wife. And just The Atheneum has a second notice of

the benefactor of his race; but you with your here lies what is at once the strength and the “Queen Mary” this week, and adheres to its

gold are overturning society, making the ignoweakness of the book.

“Cattie" is a very
unfavorable verdict.

It says:
Reviewing

ble prominent, increasing everywhere the exlively and life-like person, and a mere passthe play as a whole, we have nothing to add

peuses of living, and confusing all things." ing glimpse of such a character would be well to the remarks we made last week, but it may

Mr. George Grove, the eminent Biblical enough ; but she is the only portrait that is

pointed out that the work should be com

scholar, is said to be the responsible editor of pared, not with Shakespeare's historical plays,

Macmillan's Magazine. . . drawn at full length, and she fails either to

A new quarterly but with such a drama as Mr. Swinburne's

review, to be called The Mind, will be started interest or amuse the reader-she simply ir

in London in October. • Chastelard.' It is with reluctance that we

The Saturday Reritates. We do not demand, of course, that declare that the results of such a comparison

view “ takes it out of” Mr. Henry Kingsley's a heroine sball be of the perfect and immacu. will not prove favorable to the elder writer.

last book in the following lively style: “I late sort; but it is difficult to feel any keen The world is indebted to Mr. Tennyson for so

am afraid,' says Mr. Kingsley, in beginning interest in a young wife who, conscious that much fine poetry that it is painful to have to

the last chapter, that our story has been very her husband loves her, and more than sus- speak of any achievement of his in other

immoral, and that every character in it, with pecting that she loves him (though she marwords than those of praise, but, in spite of the

the exception of the two young French ladies, ried him to escape home troubles), not only merits of certain passages in the new volume,

Héloise and Clotilde, and of Lady Rhyader, destroys his happiness and her own, but deep regret must be felt that the laureate has

ought to be picking oakum in Coldbath deserted the ground in which his strength lay

Fields.' There is nothing very immoral, so drives him to the verge of distraction by a to make an experiment in the drama. From

far as we can see, about the story. It is very course of conduct which is at once silly, viowhat has been said, and from the extracts that

unnatural and very stupid. As for ourselves, lent, and spiteful. Such people may exist in are given, it will be seen that Queen Mary'

we would, we think, rather spend our time in real life; probably they do; but they are not is unsuited to the stage. The work is, how

picking oakum than in reading such a story as

Nuinber Seventeen.'" a fruitful subject of contemplation, and they ever, to be at once produced at the Lyceum,

The whole of certainly are not amusing. So thoroughly, and, with the omission of the act relating to

Swedenborg's MSS. are to be reproduced in indeed, does “Cattie" tease us during our Cranmer, the greater portion of the scenes

fac-simile by photo-lithography, in pursuance forced acquaintance that we are hardly satis. concerning Sir Thomas Wyatt, and other mat

of a resolution passed by the General Conven

tion of the New Church in America. Some fied with the author's assurance that “she

ter, it may be brought within the dimensions
of an acting drama. That it will attract a suc-

of his writings have already been so treated, had to give years of self-discipline" to the cession of audiences, and enjoy that singular

and copies so widely dispersed over the Uniteú reconquering of her husband's heart, which ly-barren triumph, a succès d'estime, is proba

States that it is thought that nothing less than she had thrown away in an hour of willful ble enough. It would be difficult, however,

a flood sweeping the continent bare can place caprice. We are afraid she succeeded at to adduce any sound reason for Mr. Tenny

them in jeopardy of loss or destruction. . last, and are certain that she deserved to son's introducing so withered a leaf among the

Few young journalists, however clever, attain fail. green leaves of his chaplet. When 'Queen

such worldly success as has befallen Hans Perhaps, however, we are treating Mrs. Mary' has been brought on the stage, there

Forssell, the Swedish writer on politics and Jenkin's work too seriously. At its best it can be no cause why every portion of Mr.

philosophy, who has just, in his thirty-second is but froth on the surface of literature. It Froude's elaborate history should not undergo

year, been called to take a seat at the Council

of State as Minister of Finance. may be consumed in any quantity without

the species of adaptation bestowed on his fifth

and sixth volumes." danger of causing mental indigestion, and perchance this will commend it to those who “The Papers Or A Critic,” just published

The Arts. are in search of a summer diet.

in London, is a collection of the reviews writ

ten by the elder Dilke for the Athenæum. The It is never a pleasant task to sit in judgvolume is prefaced with a biographical sketch

is only within a few years that out-door ment on such a book as Edward Garrett's

of his grandfather by Sir Charles Dilko, and
contains reminiscences of many literary peo-

sketching has been at all common, es“ Doing and Dreaming” (New York: Dodd ple of the last generation. ... The old Ta

cept by professional painters. By degrees & Mead). Strictly speaking, it is not literabard Inn, made famous by Chaucer, is now in

some of the young men on their vacations, ture at all; it claims a verdict not on artistic

process of demolition. ... The author of " A and some of the maidens who, with Alpine grounds, nor for the instruction which it may Member for Paris" has written a new novel, sticks and shade-hats, swarm in summer in impart, but rather as an instrument of “do- a sort of political squib, in which, under the the mountain-regions and by the sea-shore, ing good.” Viewed from this point, even, it name of Mr. Paramount, he gives a lively have found out that there is something more is difficult to feel any confidence in the re

sketch of a certain well-known statesman, interesting in watching a painter copy the soft sult. Its doctrines are undeniably true, if who is himself not guiltless of such satire in

bloom of a mountain-side in the haze of a somewhat trite; its precepts of morality are times past: “If Mr. Paramount had a weak

low sun, or in seeing him imitate the amber ness, it was for the surroundings which great unimpeachable; its theories of social and wealth affords. Pictures, gorgeous furniture,

tones of a mountain-brook running over pebpersonal duties are such as we could all wish satin menus, wines of rare brand, choice mu

bles and moss, than in gossiping over worsted. to see obtain a wider acceptance. But the sio, and rich hues of ladies' dresses, filled his work or crochet. It may be a troublesome question remains whether human conduct is purple imagination with Oriental visions un- process to the artists themselves to have their to be influenced in any appreciable degree by avowed; and, dreaming himself an Asian po- sketches examined, and the merits of campthe reiteration of formulas which have for tentate, he was perhaps consoled for long ex- stools, sketch-boxes, and black or white umgenerations been the common property of

clusions from Downing Street. Birth had a brellas, discussed with them, yet their pres. the race, even when they are thinly disguised lesser fascination in bis eyes, for, besides cer

ence in the picturesque regions of our coununder the drapery of fiction. Personal in tain races who trace their descent from the

try in summer-time has, no doubt, helped infancy of time, the pedigrees of modern peers terest, as “ Edward Garrett ” (who is a womare small things indeed." The Spaniards

largely to create a taste for drawing and an) is far too well informed not to know, is

are at last beginning to recognize their obliga- painting among a considerable class of our awakened only by persons; and it is hard to tion to do justice to the memory of the famous

people. believe that it is not as clear to ber as to us author of “Don Quixote." A new literary Summer sketching has long been a comthat Charlotte, and Elizabeth, and Will, and periodical, called Cervantes, is soon to be i mon and pleasant accomplishment among the

IT

English, skilled in water-colors, and during and, above all, its cool, healthy climate, have preserved, the general iron tones of the rocks the past few years it has become an object been dwelt on and described over and over marked, and their breadth of light and shade, of much stronger interest than for mere again. Bar Harbor, which is the favorite re- remove these summer jottings far above the amusement among the more intellectual of sort of this island, stands upon a little bay, mincing and inaccurate daubing of amateurs them. Through the influence of Ruskin and the upper end of which is formed by a bar that was formerly considered “sketching." his followers, young people of both sexes, which the low tide leaves dry. In this bay To paint carefully a few hours a week who formerly looked upon drawing as an many small craft lie at anchor, and, from with some good master in winter-time, and agreeable recreation, have come to under- the pleasure-yachts which anchor here in lit- then in summer to be in close intercourse stand that amateur drawing, equally with tle ieets, with tiny flags waving in dozens with Nature two or three hours a day, Icarnmusic, must have intrinsic merit, and that if from each one of them, to the fishing-boats ing critically her moods, her changes of color it be ignorantly and poorly executed it has and the birch-bark canoes of the Indians from hour to hour, and how the long gray or Do claims to consideration whatever. From who frequent this spot in summer, the small purple shadows of morning and at sunset the daughters of the queen downward, all bay is alive with vessels all day long. In lessen and nearly vanish in the short, sharp sensible English people seem to have re- early morning and at evening, when the bil. forms of ligbt and shade at doon—to watch solved that their efforts must be good as far lows of sea-fog have either rolled up and and fix on canvas or in sketch-book islands as they go, and, while one of the English dried on the hill-sides, or retreated to their and sails grown rosy in the surface of the princesses exhibits very good busts at the fastnesses on the remote wastes of the ocean, blue summer sea, while near pastures and Exhibition of the Royal Academy, another the villagers and the summer guests of Mount pine-woods sink dim and gray into cool shadof them, we learn, is earnestly studying with Desert may be seen in great numbers linger- ow—these are only a few of the charms that the hard-working scholars of the South Ken- ing along the shores, or in small row-boats belong to this new kind of picnic. sington Museum.

plying over the still, glossy surface of the Many persons bave the notion that nothOne of the pleasantest summer books bay. Not every day, but very often, one of ing can be done in art except by those pospublished this season is “Our Sketching these boats may be seen making good time sessed of high natural talent. But, from RusClub," by Rev. St. John Tyrwhitt. It gives a as it speeds across in the bright morning or kin to Walter Smith, everybody who has had Fivacious account, in the guise of a story, of the opal-colored evening light, from one of any experience assures us that special talent one of the little associations of persons in Eng. the high, rocky islands that bound the har- is not requisite for fair drawing or sketching. land which have formed themselves for the bor on the north. This boat contains not Careful work and a little common-sense are study and practice of art. In the introduction exactly a sketching-club such as Mr. Tyr- sure to succeed, and a man or woman who to this book, Mr. Tyrwhitt tells us that he has wbitt describes, but a party of highly-edu- can tell the difference in shade between a written it at the suggestion and desire of cated and traveled persons, who, under the gray cravat or apron and a black gown or American as well as of English friends, and guidance of Miss Susan Hale, paint in water- jacket, or between a red apple and the green the whole tone of the book, as well as the colors out-of-doors for a few hours each day tree on which it hangs, can learn to distinspecial instruction he gives for beginnings of when there is no fog nor rain.

guish accurately enough for sketching the good water-color drawing, would make it as Miss Hale and her brother, the Rev. Ed. darkness of a rock rising from a pale sea, or acceptable and suggestive to educated Amer. ward Everett Hale, of Boston, are friends of the green of a field with its background of icans as to his own countrymen. Hitherto Mr. Tyrwhitt, and are among the Americans | purple hill-side. we have been far behind the English in this at whose suggestion his “Sketching - Club”. We have heard of one or two other of most charming branch of an elegant educa. was written. Miss Hale herself is an accom. these sketching-parties made up from winter tion—music having gotten decidedly the start plished water-colorist, having studied in the classmates and companions in painting ; non among us. All the girls and many of the best schools abroad, and her fresh energy in professional lovers of Nature and of art, who sons of our rich people for the past thirty walking about among the woods and rocks bave gone on picnics of a few weeks to pleasyears have been taught the use of the piano, of the islands of this region, as well as in ant places, where they have painted, sketched, and under suitable masters have been re- rowing to picturesque nooks along the shore, walked, and rode, and where their master, in quired to practise rigidly many hours a week. where the sea ripples on a pebbly beach, or one case William M. Hunt, of Boston, occaBut scarcely a man or woman could make an beats into small caves, gives a sort of Eng-sionally came to visit them, and criticise their outline of even so simple a form as a common lish tone of life to her party, otherwise ac- work. chair, and American girls who could sketch customed, as most Americans are, to the lan- There is a fashion in household art, and a bit of natural scenery, either in pencil or guid indolence of a summer vacation.

a passion for Japanese embroidery, and it water-colors, were few indeed. But, thanks So much has been said and written in the may be that summer sketching-parties will to our growing familiarity with artists in last two or three years on the subject of wa. come into vogue with the same class of our enantry-resorts, and the sight of their pict. ter-colors, that nearly every one has had the prosperous population, and we sincerely hope ures and sketches in their studios in winter, chance to learn the improvement that has that it may, for the pleasure, the health, and a taste for and some knowledge of painting been made in them, both by the English the refining and poetical knowledge of Nais now no longer very rare, and a great many schools and in the Water-Color Society of ture that such an employment brings with people who do not make painting or draw. New York. Mr. William M. Hunt, in his it. ing a profession are yet trying to learn to do “Talks on Art,” dwells particularly on the that they can and to do it well.

importance of attending to the “values," as The latest addition to the collection of Vr. Tyrwhitt, in his “Sketching-Club,” artists designate relative dryness of light and statuary in the Central Park is George Sidescribes its leader as either a professional shade, and also on not trying to see too much mond's “ Falconer,” a colossal bronze figure artist or at least a person of good technical detail in the landscape. The new effects to executed in Rome in 1871, and presented by Experience, who, while his pupils and frien be got by using plenty of color at a time, in- Mr. George Kemp, of this city. The statue make trips to distant sketching-grounds, crit- stead of the thin washes which formerly made is notably one of the most artistic and spiriticises their work, and gives suggestive hints, water-colors synonymous in the minds of ed conceptions now in the Park, and is rewritten or by word of mouth. A record of the many people with feebleness, and Mr. Hunt's ceiving the warmest praise from the most club is kept, and, from many rules and reg. teaching of the “values,” are specially use- critical observers. The Park collection of elations, much very good work and analysis ful for rapid sketching, and under Miss Hale's statuary, with the exception of Ward's “Inof Nature and pleasure in it are the results. judicious guidance day after day this sketch- dian Hunter,” and possibly one of the colosAt present we don't know of any such com- ing-class brings in pictures of boldly-massed, sal portrait statues, is not greatly esteemed plete organization among us as this which brown rocks, their base wet by a sparkling for its spirit, hence the addition of a manly Yr. Tyrwhitt describes, but something very tide, and gleaming bill-sides, where the soft ideal like the “Falconer" relieves it from like it has sprung into existence.

sunshine lights meadows and pine - groves. much of the severity which has heretofore A great many people know Mount Desert Done in a crisp, sharp touch, these pictures belonged to it. The statue stands upon a by this time. The charms of its landlocked are often made in an hour, and the care with rocky eminence on the main drive, overlook. bays, its low, green, sloping hills, its cliffs, which the great contours of the rocks are ing the lake, one of the most commanding

sites in the Park. The height of the figure | the drapery adds greatly to its force. The of rustic life. The sense of style and the is about seven feet, and the pose and action military cloak envelops no part of the figure; / familiarity with the employments of the counare suggestive of youthful vigor avd the en- but, as it falls from the arm, lends a grand try have united without conflict for a single

and harmonious effect." thusiasm of early manhood. The weight of suggestion of strength to the design, and the the body rests upon the right foot, which formal lines of the military costume assume is firmly placed on the ground, while the a picturesqueness which is really attractive.

From Abroad. left leg is extended as in walking. The The portrait was studied from paintings of right arm is bent across the waist, and the Lafayette taken from life, and is said to be

OUR PARIS LETTER. Jeft arm is raised, and upon the gauntleted accurate. The sculptor received one hundred hand sits a falcon, with outstretched wings, and fifty thousand francs for his work. It is

July 6, 1875. poised for flight. The head of the falconer

the wish of the French residents in New York THE inundations in the south of France conis thrown back, and his eyes are engerly that the statue should be erected in the Cen.

in . watching the movement of the bird. The tral Park, and this has been acquiesced in

As the details of the disaster arrive, it becomes

apparent that things are even worse than they face of the figure is handsome, without being by the Park authorities. No time has yet

were at first reported to be. The danger of a effeminate, and a jaunty little cap, with an been set for the unveiling ceremonies, and

pestilence, caused by the overflow of rivereagle's feather stuck in its crown, serves to before this can be done a proper pedestal

mud which has spread over the vast area (two keep his flowing bair in order. The chest is must be provided, as well as the necessary hundred miles square) that was covered by broad and full, and the firm lines of the neck expenses connected with it. M. Salmon, as the waters, is rapidly increasing, and physiand body are as positive as those of an ath- president of the Cercle Français de l’Har- cians are ordering away all those who cau poslete. The muscular action of the figure is monie, has already communicated with the sibly leave. The stench arising from the unone of its strongest features of excellence, Park authorities in regard to the erection and

buried bodies, not only of animals, but of huand it is emphasized by tight-fitting drapery. unveiling of the statue, and the ceremonies,

man beings, is said to be terrible. People dare

not enter those houses which were flooded, as The body is covered with a simple hunting. we may hope, will take place without any

their foundations have become so insecure that shirt, which covers the hips, and the legs are unnecessary delay.

in several instances they fell in upon those incased in trunk - hose. This costume has

who had opened the doors. Many sad and given the sculptur a fine opportunity for the

Those of our readers who have seen Mil- strange events of the great disaster are chronidisplay of his anatomical knowledge, and he let's “Sower” at the Boston Athenæum, will cled. Especially tragic is the story of a priest has availed himself of it with great success. be pleased with the following upon this paint- who wus hearing the confession of a lady-peuThe only accessories in the way of costume ing from the Contemporary Review : We may iteut. In the midst of her avowals the floor are a hunting-bag slung over the shoulder take this picture of "Le Semeur' as rep- gave way beneath their feet, and they were preand hanging against the right hip, and a

resentative of the noblest qualities of Mil- cipitated into the flood amid the ruins of the hunting-knife suspended from a belt. The

let's art. No one who has seen it can have falling house." Absolution-grant me abso

missed its grandeur or its simplicity, its grace extraordinary grace and spirit of this work

lution !" cried the poor woman as she sank. or its truth. As we gaze at the darkened The absolution was given, then priest and penattract the attention of all observers.

figure broadly scattering the grain, we perceive itent were parted by the rush of the torrent.

at once how close and accurate has been the The priest managed to clamber on a floating The statue of Lafayette, which was or- painter's knowledge of the facts of rustic life. beam and was saved, but the poor woman never dered by the French Government, under There is here neither ignorance nor shirking was again seen alive. Many people refused to Thiers, in 1871, for presentation to the city common truth; the peasant is not unfit for leave their houses while the water was as yet of New York as an expression of gratitude,

his place on the hill-side, and his gesture is only ankle-deep, and remained to perish beand in remembrance of the friendly offerings strictly appropriate to the simple and world- neath the ruins. One of the most heart-rendand kind feelings of its people during and at

worn duty he has to perform. But although ing features of the scene were the cries of those the close of the late war, arrived at this port fidelity, by one who knows the reality of this is a true peasant presented with unerring who were beyond aid in the submerged aud

falling buildings. It is said that the loss of last week, consigned to the Consul-General

peasant-life, it is also something more, Look- life can only be computed by thousands, over of France, and in the honorary charge of M.

ing at the plan of the picture, the sloping line three thousand persons being already officially A. Salmon, president of the Cercle Français of the dark hill-side, the space of waning light, known to have porished. Sixty million dolde l'Harmonie. The statue was finished one and the stress and energy of the sower, we lars' worth of property has been destroyed. year ago, but no arrangements had been note that the peasant has become a grand The subscriptions are pouring in on all sides. made for its shipment, nor would there have figure in a grand design. The movement of Every theatre in Paris has either given, or is been at this time had not M. Salmon taken

his outstretched arm, the almost fierce energy organizing, a benefit - performance. That of upon himself the duty of investigating the

of his progress across the barren landscape, the Opéra took place last Saturday. The promatter, and assumed the expenses attending

seem to take a new significance. All sense of gramme, as is usual in such cases, was ex

the individual laborer, all thought of his occuits removal. The figure is seven feet high, pation, are lost in the contemplation of a

cessively scrappy, consisting of separate acts

of “Faust," the "Huguenots,” and the “Troexclusive of the pediment, and is the work

splendid and majestic picture in which these vatore," one act of the ballet of " Coppelia," of M. Frédéric Bartholdi, an eminent sculp- things serve only as material. We pass with and a iniscellaneous concert. In this last, the tor of the French school, and a native of the painter from the obvious appearance of the superb voice of Mademoiselle de Reszké, the Colmar, in Alsace.

The design represents scene to its deeper beauty. We perceive how debutante whose success I chronicled in my General Lafayette in bis twentieth year, and out of this simple physical duty, performed last, showed to great advantage in the Bolero was suggested to the sculptor by the passage again and again, he has drawn new discoveries from the “ Vêpres Siciliennes," and the quartaken from his memoirs, in which he says:

of the dignity of human form. The very mo- tet from “Rigoletto." It is reported that “ As soon as I heard of the Declaration of

notony of the employment helps the impres- this performance was the last appearance of

siveness of the picture; the figure of the sow- Madame Gueymard, who is going to retire Independence, my heart was enrolled in the

er, that by the painter's art is kept forever in definitely from the stage. It is surely time, cause.” He stands upon the bulwarks of

this one attitude of grace, seems to present for the lady is old and fat, and wellnigh voicethe ship, as if in the act of speaking. His

in grand epic fashion an abstract of all hu- less, her once - powerful organ having been right arm is thrown across his breast, the hand

man labor. There is a sadness in his persist- worn to shreds by long years of prima-donnagrasping the hilt of his sword; the left arm ent progress, a hopelessness that has been ship at the Grand Opéra. Madame Rosena is gracefully extended, and supports a mass strangely imported into the aspect of this sin- Bloch has already succeeded her in the role of of drapery, which falls at his feet. The body gle figure, and which belongs rather to the the Queen in “Hamlet," and the change is a is firmly posed upon the riglit foot, while the

vision of the painter than to his subject, the great improvement. left leg is extended, and only the toe of the

expression of a wider truth thrust into individ- Concerning the dibutante, Mademoiselle de

ual form. And when the full significance of military boot rests upon the bulwark. The

Reszkó, any number of romantic stories are this profounder motive has been realized, we afloat. She is a Hungarian, is the sister of the head is partly turoed to the right, and is

may again return to a simple view of the act- tenor De Reschi, and is said to be immensely strikingly in accord with the action of the

ual scene to note once more how all this has wealthy, and to have gone on the stage from body. The pose of the figure is excellent, been expressed without disturbance of the ob- sheer love of art. Of course, this latter story and the simple yet graceful arrangement of vious simplicity and direct truth of the view is to be received with even more than the proverbial grain of salt. Her noble and powerful | Fortuny, and some other artists, were talking “Reine Indigo," is at work on a new operetta voice is peculiarly fitted to interpret the music over the approaching Salon.

for the Renaissance. Sardou is to furnish the of Verdi. That is fortunate, as two of his “Why do you not exhibit this year?piéce de résistance for the coming season at the most renowned interpreters, Mesdames Stoltz asked Regnault of Fortuny.

Gymnase, in the shape of a comedy bearing and Waldmann, who have made such a success “Because I am not a Frenchman," made the thrilling title of “Remorse." in "Aida" and the "Requiem," are, it is said, answer the Spanish artist, “but why do not As to Alexandre Dumas, the Comédie about to quit the stage, the latter to marry and you.?"

Française is henceforth to possess him ento retire into the shades of domestic life. It is “ I have nothing ready,” replied Regnault. tirely. And, à propos of Dumas, here is a to be hoped that they will sing in “ Aida" at “Nay," said Fortuny, “take that head criticism which he recertly pronounced upon Les Italiens before taking this final step. Two which you sketched lately and put a body to Alfred de Mussct. Some one remarked in his of the blond beauties of the Parisian stage it; nothing could be better."

presence that De Musset had something Shakeare about to espouse or have already given His advice was taken, and the result we spearean about him. their fair hands to barytone singers: Mademoi- .know, and the universal sensation and excite- “Yes,” replied Dumas, “ De Musset was a selle Reichemberg, of the Comédie Française, ment which were created by that weird and compound of Shakespeare, Mauvaux, and a baring married M. Bouhy, of the Opéra Co- striking picture. It confirmed the fame of strolling player !" mique, and Angèle Moreau, the fair and sympa- Regnault, and was the last picture ever exhib- Which, leaving out the first, was probably thetic creatrix of Louise, in “Les Deux Or- ited by him. Before a year had expired, his correct enough. phelines," being engaged to M. Caron, of the brief, brilliant existence, too, had closed. How And now that I am on anecdotes, here is Opera. I think I mentioned this latter report sad is the story of these three gifted artists- one of Théophile Gautier: There exists in the to you before, but it has just received official Zamacois, Fortuny, and Regnault-friends and Champs Elysées an hotel belonging to a lady confirmation. Neither of the two lovely ladies compeers, not one of whom attained the age of of undoubtful reputation, the steps of the main will quit the stage.

forty! Zamacois was only twenty-nine when staircase of which hotel are composed of pre· The sixth and last volume of Taxile De- he died.

cious stones, such as malachite, Japis-lazuli, bord's " History of the Second Empire" is The remains of the old Opera-House have carnelian, sardonyx, etc. Three wealthy lovannounced to appear on the 7th of this at last been cleared away, and the ground has ! ers were ruined in order that this staircase month. This volume treats of literature, / been sold, but for what purpose still remains a might be finished. The proud proprietress of zience, arts, and the press, under the Sec- i mystery. It was hoped that the government this ill-bought splendor was one day displayond Empire, as well as of the last events of would take advantage of the vacancy left by | ing it to Théophile Gautier, and asked him the reign of the third Napoleon. Glady the fire to complete the Boulevard Haussmann finally what he thought of it. Brothers continue to largely advertise their by prolonging it to the Rue Drouot, but that “Madame,” he said, " you have just proved forthcoming edition of the “ Imitation," by project seems to have been definitely aban- to me the fact that the successive steps of Vice Thomas à Kempis. Their last advertisement doned. Next it was reported that the Hôtel are far more dazzling than are those of Vircontains the announcement that they are go- des Ventes, on the Rue Drouot, was to re

tue !" ing to reproduce for it the celebrated plates ceive a very necessary addition in the shape The poet is dead and buried, but the stairrelating to Madame de Maintenon, but when of a supplementary salle, on the other side of case and the owner thereof still adorn the the work is to be published they do not yet the street, with a gallery connecting it with Champs Elysées. state.

the main building. That rumor, too, has The Temps recently published quite an inThe historical novel being no longer in proved false. The Rue Chauchat is to be pro- teresting article about Stendhal, containing Fogue, M. Elie Berthet is about to try his hand longed over part of the vacant ground, and many anecdotes and personal reminiscences. at a prehistorical novel, or, rather, series of that is all that government means to do in the He was very severe toward his contemporaries. novels. Inspired by the recent discoveries of matter. As to the rest of the lot, it is to be Of Victor Hugo, when young, he says, very science, M. Berthet intends to revive, for the left to private speculation. There is talk of unappreciatively: benefit of his readers, the man of the lakes erecting a new theatre there, but the thea- "The talent of M. Hugo resembles that of and caverns, and to show us, in the midst of tres existing already in Paris are not getting | Young, the author of the Night Thoughts 'antediluvian landscapes, the combats of the along so well that any more need be erected. he is always coldly exaggerated. Nor can it uncouth and monstrous animals of the period. For the fact has recently come to light that be denied that he does not know very weil If well done, the novels will certainly be very half of the Parisian theatres are in a failing how to write French verse." curious, but how they can contain any buman condition. The Ambigu Comique, the Châte- Among Stendhal's papers, after his death, interest it is hard to imagine. The first one, let, and the Lyrique, all lost heavily during was found a paper headed “My Wishes." which is to be called “The Parisians of the the past season, and it is probable that the first Among these was to be found the singular and Stone Age," is to appear in a few days, and is two will not be reopened in the fall. The prophetic phrase, “I should like to die of to be succeeded by “ The Lacustrian City" | Vaudeville went from failure to failure till it apoplexy at the corner of a street !" The and “ The Founding of Paris.” A comedy, in was on the verge of ruin. The Gymnase also same idea is expressed in his correspondence: obe act, by the lamented Amédée Achard, is has sustained heavy losses, none of its new “ It seems to me that there is nothing ridicushortly to be produced at the Gymnase. It is į plays during the past season having attained lous about dying in the street, if it is not done entitled “The Boar of Ardennes."

to more than a half-success. The Gaîté made on purpose,” he writes. His death was exGérôme, the celebrated painter, is studying money with “Orphée," but the money thus actly that which he had desired. He fell dead Turkish architecture in Broussa and Constan- made was swallowed up in producing “La of apoplexy one day while passing through tinople; it is said that he is going to try his Haine" and “Geneviève de Brabant." This the Rue Neuve des Capucines. band at painting marine views — a complete theatre is owned by a stock eompany, and the It is reported in Paris that the Princess change of style, and one that I should hardly stockholders, who never get a penny of divi- | Girgenti, the oldest daughter of Queen Isafacer would prove beneficial. The“ Respha' dend, no matter what the receipts of the thea- bella of Spain, is about to be married to a of Georges Becker, the huge picture which at the tre may be, have in disgust sent Offenbach Prussian prince. Considering the lady's maSalon caused so much controversy, has been to the right-about, and have installed his ternal and grand-maternal antecedents, and purchased by the government, probably for stage-manager, Vizentini, in his place. The the fact also that she is as thin as a rail and as thie Luxembourg. The price paid for it was public will suffer by this change, for Offenbach plain as a pikestaff, and that her first husband, only three thousand francs (six hundred dol- did things royally; such scenery and cos- Count Girgenti, is said to have committed suilars), which, considering its size and the labor tumes, such masses of supernnmeraries, and cide on account of the intolerable shrewishbastowed upon it, seems marvelously little. such a corps de ballet, never before adorned ness of her disposition, I am inclined to look However, the painting, by reason of its size the stage of the Gaité, and I fear never will upon this alliance as the beginning of the and subject, was totally unfit for any private again. The Comédie Française, the Porte St.- avenging of France. Lucy H. HOOPER. gallery. It is an exasperating fact that two Martin, and the Odéon, have all done well this of the finest pictures of modern days are to

As to the Palais Royal and the Vatally lost to the public by reason of their be- riétés, they always do well. The new maning in the hands of a wealthy member of the

OUR LONDON LETTER. ager of the Gaîté makes brilliant promises for derai-monde. I allude to the “ Vicaria" of next season, including a new piece, with music MR. Robert BUCHANAN seems to delight in Portuny, and the celebrated “Salomé ” of by Offenbach, called " A Journey to the getting into hot water; he is even worse in this Henri Regnault, which now ornament the gal-Moon,” a revival of Sardou's “Don Quixote," respect than that other well-known member of ler; of a superb hotel near the Arc de Tri- and a revival of " La Belle Hélène." Our old the genus irritabile, Mr. Mortimer Collins. In aphe. It is a singular fact that the world favorite Aimée is to appear in the first-named the last number of the New Quarterly-a young 6ves the latter picture to the suggestion of piece.

magazine which, I am sorry to say, is not Portany. In the spring of 1870, Regnault, Strauss, stimulated by the success of his doing so well as it might and ought-Mr. Bu

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