644 — 
I recollect when you was the gayest dressed 
man in the house.’” .“ That’s more than I 
cduld ever say of you,’’ was N.’s replys 
“and. certainly,” adds Smith, ‘ Boswell 
looked very badly when dressed; for as he 
seldom washed himself, his clean ruffles 
served as a striking contrast to his dirty 
flésh.”’ 
My Lord Somebody, with a friend, was 
ofice sitting to Nollekens, and something 
in the sculptor’s dress excited their smiles— 
which at last he observed—when thrusting 
bis thumb into the mouth of the model, he 
impetuously exclaimed — “‘ If you laugh, 
Pll make a fool of ye.” 
His treatment of his workmen, to whom 
he was indebted for so much of his fame, 
was miserably sordid ; and even of the poor 
girls, who stood for his Venuses—witness 
this expostulation—“ Pll tell his worship 
Collins, in another place, what a scurvy way 
you behaved to young Bet Balmanno yes- 
terday. Why the girl is hardly able to 
move a limb to-day. To think of keeping 
a young creature eight hours in that room, 
without a thread upon her, or a morsel of 
any thing to eat, or a drop to drink, and 
then to give her only two shillings to bring 
home. Neither Mr. Fuseli, nor Mr. Tre- 
sham would have served me so. How do 
veu think I can live and pay the income 
tax,” &c. ? 
Nollekens was in possession of a set of those 
@xtremely rare engravings, from the Aretin sub- 
jects, so often mentioned by print collectors; but 
itso happened, as he was glancing at them one 
day, his confessor came in, who insisted upon 
them being put into the fire, before he would give 
him absolution. I once saw them; and he lent 
them to Cosway, to make tracings from them, 
However, this loan Cosway stoutly denied, which, 
when N. heard, he exclaimed—‘* He’s a d—d 
liar—that every body, knows; and I know this, 
that I could hardly get them back again out of his 
“hands.”’, Upou N. being asked how he could, as 
an artist, make up his mindto burn them, he an- 
_pwered—“ The priest made me do it.” And he 
was_now and then seen to shed tears for what he 
ealled his folly. “He was frequently questioned 
thus—Where did you getthem, Sir? Whose were 
“they? His answer was, “I brought them all 
“the way from Rome.’ 
But once—this priest being detained by 
the rain, till N.’s dinner time, he sat down 
with him to a pheasant... After dinner, a 
bottle of wine was brought, and N. tak- 
ing one glass with him, dropped asleep. 
‘Waking up again, he begged the priest to 
. take another— 
“Tank you, Sare, I have a finish de bottel,”’ 
The deyil you have,” muttered N. ‘* Now, Sare, 
as de rain be ovare, I vil take my leaf.” “Well, 
do so,” said N,, who was not only determined to 
let him go without his coffee, but gave strict or- 
_ders to the maid not to let the old rascal in again. 
“Do you know,” says he, ‘‘ he ate up all that 
large bird, for he only gave me one wing ; andhe 
swallowed all the ale ; and out of a whole bottle 
of wine, I had only one glass,"” 
Monthly Review of Literature, 
[Dec. | 
A word or two should be added of Smith - 
—the author. He was himself a pupil of 
Nollekens—had known him alkhis life, and 
had expected some considerable share of his 
enormous wealth ; but was finally cut off 
with the appointment of executor, and 
£100. The great mass of the accumula- 
tions fell, perhaps accidentally, to Douce, 
who, in conjunction with a Mr. Balme, 
was appointed residuary legatee; and on 
Balme’s death, was coupled with Beechey 
and Smith, in a new appointment of exe~ 
cutors—and no mention of residwary lega- 
tees. Out of his recollections, Smith of 
course will get a trifle. He is now keeper 
of the prints and drawings in the British 
Museumi—a hunter up of modern antiqui- 
ties—very curious about the residences of 
persons formerly distinguished—éespecially 
about St. Martin’s Lane and Covent Gar- 
den—much of which he has sprinkled 
over the volumes—“ and has enough ta 
fill two volumes, containing,’’ he says, 
‘¢ some curious collections towards the his- 
tory of that most frequented of parishes, 
which he hopes, with the blessing of health, 
and continuance of memory (for the pos- 
session of which organ, the friendly Dr. 
Spurzheim has given him some credit—but 
what does he want with memory, when the 
collections are already made ?) to live to see 
published.”” The reader sees what he has 
to expect. 
These volumes, on the whole, will very 
well match with the recent memoirs we 
have had from the theatre. The tone is 
precisely in unison with them from begin- 
ning to end. The greater part of the se- 
cond volume is. occupied with sketches of 
cotemporary sculptors and painters—and we 
had marked several scraps—some of them 
remarkable enough—but we cannot find 
room. Fuseli’s repartees, though occa- 
sionally smart, are rather rude and rough 
than well pointed. 
A New System of Signals, by which 
Colours may be wholly dispensed with; 
Illustrated by Figures, and a Series of 
Evolutions ; describing in a Familiar Man- 
ner the General Movemenls of a Fleet. 
By Rear Admiral Raper, London, Saun- 
ders and Ottley.—This work has excited 
in us, and will, too, in our readers, unusual 
surprise, In the first place we are asto- 
nished that a British admiral, employing 
his abilities and experience, when unoccu- 
pied in the actiye duties of his profession, 
should find any difficulty in obtaining an 
immediate and thankful attention to any 
suggestions for the benefit of the naval 
service he may please to communicate to 
the admiralty. Admiral Raper, an expe- 
rienced and distinguished officer, has to 
apply, year after year, for a hearing, In 
1815, the gallant officer says :— 
Ishowed my system on this principle to a dis- 
tinguished flag officer, then a Lord of the Admi- 
ralty, whose talents are still in the remembrance 
