494 A Tour hi Search of the Picturesque at the Royal Acaddni/, [July I, 



her abdicafioij, is a fine jiiclure, aud it 

 cunimarids a disliiiguislicil |)lace in llie 

 Aciiilcmy, as Iiij^lily linishcd in mellow- 

 ness and cliasiit}'. Mr. W. Siiarp's 

 Favuurtle Child will not fail of beiii<; 

 adopted for its sim|ilicitj' and mischiev- 

 ously winning graces; as cliildreu ought 

 to preserve moflcsty, we presume this 

 favourite little one has been kept back 

 from its most advaiitai;eous siluatiun: 

 it is, however, a really clever eflbrt. 

 ' In every stroke, in every line. 

 Dors some attractive virtue shine; 

 And infant happiness we trace 

 Throu;;;!! ail tire featnies of his face.' 

 No. 204,— The Portrait of a Gentle- 

 man, by Fliillips, is well tinted in th« 

 flesh, and relieved by a broad and chaste 

 compass. 58, The Triumph of Rubens, 

 a sketch by F. P. Stcphanof, is trium- 

 phantly executed ; and, as it originatetl 

 in " Northcotc's Dream of a Painter," 

 is an illusive but admirable achieve- 

 ment. Sir \V. Beechey's Portrait of a 

 Lady is disfingnisiied by his rare talent 

 for colouring, and uniting the heuuideal 

 with the feminine gracefulness of the 

 heau naturtl. ' What a binocle, maa, 

 the powdered clergyman carries, who is 

 fixed before us whorevcr we move.' 

 ' Hus!), my love, he'll hear you.' ' I do 

 hear yon, madam, — binocies are all the 

 go : Loiidres est le grand bureau des mer- 

 veilles.' ' 1 wonder, then, sir, you don't 

 go.' 'Thank ye, madam, your polite- 

 ness is extremely k propos.' But what 

 painting is No. I'JG .' It is The Oriental 

 Love-Letter, by H. W. Pickersgill, an 

 old lavourite. The sisters Poetry and 

 Painting are beautifully blended, and 

 the light and shade give an Oriental 

 effect to the. Letter and Love. Wilkie's 

 Cottage Toilette, and Sinngg-ler's offer- 

 ins; Run Gccids for Sale, though inter- 

 esting in tiieir essence, are not so 

 characteiistic and decidedly natural as 

 many of his exquisite paintings. We 

 admire Miss Sharpe's Monse, — pretty 

 sleek creature! — pity that the talons of 

 a cat shimld ever draw its blood ! 

 Stotliard's Pilgrims are well suited to 

 this season, hut we leave his merits iti- 

 dividually to be enshrined by hi.s sunny 

 trains and blue wanderings. Danby's 

 Sunset after a Storm, is calm and cool ; 

 the freshness of the scene draws quiet 

 to tlie bosom, and prepares the mind for 

 retirement. F.tty's Pandora is elastic 

 and arch, but the colouring not alto- 

 gether boxy. Rummaging an Old War- 

 drobe, by Good,, though an odd rum- 

 mage, is very good. 'I'he girl, a princi- 

 pal pvisonnge in the foreground, is 

 liighijr 



her captivating ogle, her stray lisp and 

 bad giammar; for such accomplishments 

 pass current like tlie keen wind behind 

 our polls, which a broken pane of glass 

 admits gratis. But it is a refreshing 

 air, and it enlivens us just now as much 

 as if it came from the lips of Miss 'I'ree 

 or IVIiss Stephens. Sir Thoma? Law- 

 rence, from being a drawer of beer iu his 

 yonili, is tout a fait in the portrait de- 

 partment, for he draws an admirable 

 company to his colours, of which Sir 

 WiUiain Curtis, No. 291, who knows 

 that a good draft needs no other se- 

 curity, is truly sensible. An unique 

 ))hiz, like that of the civic gourmand, 

 must have cost the artist no little pains. 

 Tiie rubicund particles, the glow of 

 Burgundy essence, the liquorish eye, the 

 blunt frontispiece, the luscious lip, the 

 protuberant excressivo beauties of 

 peace, plenty, and a large share of innate 

 ol)stitiacy, tinged with benevolence, are 

 ill strict keeping with the original, who, 

 when he is half-seas over, and in sight 

 of port, forms a fine contrast with the 

 lean and slippery pantaloon of miserly 

 wretchedness. As there are spots on 

 the sun's disc, we must be pardoned in 

 speaking so openly of Sir William's 

 pimply satellites. 

 • Hence we have reason from his face 



to fly, 

 And gaze at others' forms.' 



'I am sorry, sir, but your olbow has 

 pointed at my hft side several times.' 

 *H:ul it been your riglitsidc, madam, it 

 would not have reached your lif-art, 

 which, I am sure, is tender.' ' That 

 gentleman vvitii two left legs and pig- 

 tail is a ni(e man, mamma, — don't 

 offend him.' But what picture is this? 

 No. 99. Portraits of the Children of 

 Charles B. Calmady, esq. This is a 

 chaste composition, made doubly inter- 

 esting by the features of loveliness, and 

 the excellence of the art of which the 

 j>rcsideiit is superiorly susceptible. 

 Mrs. Harford, Mo. 119, is vividly ex- 

 pressive ; her eye is beaming iu tiic soft 

 tone of beauty, and it seems alive to the 

 awakening pleasures of conversation. 



* In colours of this glorious kind 



Apelles painted me ; 

 My liair thus flowing with the wind, 



Sprung from my native sea.' 



Had C. Cranmer's No. 52, Bargaining 

 for China, been placed in a belter situa- 

 tion iu the market, the conclusion 

 would have been in favour of the artist, 

 whose ware deserves higiier bidding. 

 Allan's Mary Quern of Scots, signing; 

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