ing till the stones became red hot. In the finished this difficult subject, demonstrates meantime, some of them were employed in that American talent only wants the encoustripping the bodies of my deceased ship-ragement which our transatlantic brethren mates, which they afterwards cut up for so liberally extend to the arts, to produce the purpose of cooking them, having first engravings equal to the very best of the washed them in the river, and then brought English school.

them and laid them down on several green We have likewise been shown, by Mr. boughs, which had been broken off the Hayward, a splendid line engraving of the trees and spread on the ground near the late distinguished President of the Royal fires for that purpose. The stones being Academy, Benjamin West,-taken from now red hot, the largest pieces of the burn-the celebrated picture by Sir Thomas Lawing wood were pulled from under them and rence. This has been sent out from Engthrown away, and some green bushes, hav-land in an unfinished state, in order to its ing been first dipped in water, were laid completion here. We say, let only a liberound their edges, while they were at the ral patronage be extended to this laudable same time covered over with a few green undertaking, and we have little doubt, that leaves. The mangled bodies were then our native artists, unlike the blundering laid upon the top of the leaves, with a quan-architects of Bagdad, and the unfinished tity of leaves also strewed over them; and window of Aladdin's palace, will complete after this a straw mat was spread over the this noble engraving, in a manner every way top of each hole. Lastly, about three pints worthy of the way in which it has been of water were poured upon each mat, which begun. We hear it is to be entrusted to running through to the stones, caused a the masterly burin of Mr. Durand. great steam, and then the whole was instantly covered over with earth."

the number.

No other work of American art presents itself to our notice, but Part VI. of the Rutherford and one of his companions Views in New-York, published by Peabody are afterwards taken into the interior of the & Co.; of this, we do not see what there is island, where the former becomes a chief in Webb's Congress Hall to make an enand takes two of Aimy's daughters for graving of, though it is the best executed in wives; the latter loses his life from the suThe other plates are but perstition of the natives. This murder shows middling. The letterpress by the accom Rutherford on how slight a tenure he holds plished author of "Dreams and Reveries," his own life, and makes him still anxious to is very amusing, and quite characteristic. escape from these savages, which at length he effects. This book represents these barbarians as entirely perfidious and cruel, but brave and intelligent. There are several interesting accounts of chiefs who visited England, but for which, with other entertaining particulars, we must refer the read-ly forms one of the most distinguished series er to the work itself.

FINE ARTS.

THE GALLERY OF THE SOCIETY OF PAINT-
ERS IN WATER COLORS.-Parts I. II.
III. IV.

This is a great undertaking, and certain

of those periodical engravings, now issuing in profusion almost too great to be noticed. The beautiful drawings of the eminent masters, who form the society, are engraved in line, with a felicity of execution that excites our wonder. "Southampton," by George Cooke, from a painting by Copley The arrival of the London Packets has Fielding, is a fine example. This able covered our table with splendid engravings painter has thrown an air of "sunset glory oflovely faces, bright forms,enchanting land- o'er the silent sea," in which the old cas scapes, and all the numberless elegancies in tle, and aerial fishing-smacks are seen to which the burin of the English engravers exquisite advantage. delights to employ itself. Before, however, Italy," ," by J. D. Harding, is a splendid noticing the productions of a foreign school, picture. Groups of decaying temples, and we must do willing justice to one elegant mouldering columns, amid the fertility of specimen of native art, Kearney's engraving enchanting scenery, are executed with a of the "Last Supper;" which, though for hand which makes "its wreck a glory, and some time before the public, cannot be too its ruin graced." The sunny sky, and the much commended, either for the great la- distant sea are invested with a dreamy air bor with which it is executed, or the accu- of Italian softness.

rate delineation of the different figures. The introduction of Lord Byron's figure The manner in which the spirited artist has in the front, is a beautiful thought, and

gives not only an air of deep reality to the great spirit to the view of that city. We drawing, but is a happy illustration of the stop not to ask, what connection "Lady exquisite apostrophe to Italy in Childe Caroline Lamb" can have as an illustration Harold. "Venice," by Prout, is gorgeous; of Lord Byron. We only say, a more finishand "Evening," by Barret, seems to have ed picture, either for drawing or execution, been done with the reanimated pencil of we never saw: the noble beauty of the Claude Lorraine. Among the others, where countenance, and the calm dignity of the all are excellent, the "Bachelor," by attitude, are captivating. Lewis; and "Yarmouth Roads," by J. S. Cotman, are particularly deserving of commendation.

We have to reiterate the complaint of our last number, against the London publishers, for the bad impressions which they send to this country. Our copy is an India

The WORKS OF HENRY LIVERSEEGE.-proof; but we have seen duplicates, in PART III.

which the plates were so much worn as to render the drawing scarcely discernible.—

THE BYRON PORTRAITS, FROM DRAWINGS

BY DANIEL LYNCH.

These masterly pictures give evidence of the certain eminence which this hapless child of genius would have attained, had he survived but a little longer. They are replete with a power and originality which Lynch has caught the true spirit of oricould have existed in none but a mind of ental beauty in these drawings: and what the highest order. Any person who looks is far better as illustrations; instead of at "Friar Tuck," and a "Touch of the mere studies, has given form to the bright Spasms," must be at once convinced of this. creations of the poet's mind. The innocent The former will match with any specimen sweetness of the countenance of Gulnare, of painting. The face, and the attitude of and the voluptuous finish of her person,the jolly monk, make him seem absolutely with the light just falling on the revealalive, and depict the glorious influence ed whiteness of her bosom, and clustering the bottle inspiration, with a felicity which locks, as she "o'er his placid slumber could not be surpassed. Had the publish- bends," makes a picture inestimable alike ers never issued but this engraving, it would in conception and execution. Zuleika is have secured the fame of Liverseege. not so happy. The countenance is soft, and seems " FINDEN'S LANDSCAPE ILLUSTRATIONS OF hood wafts above;" but the figure is too pure as the prayer that childLORD BYRON. PART X. full for our idea of the character; and the drawing of the bust is certainly not elegant.

PART I.

This beautiful series loses none of its interest as it proceeds. The present, conThe eyes of Medora are taining six views, and a portrait of Lady the utter loneliness of the heart; "And Í very fine, Caroline Lamb, is fully equal to its lauded am desolate," is portrayed with masterly predecessors. The exquisite taste of Finden was never more fully displayed than in more forcibly as to the drawing of the bopower. The same objection applies still the views of Lausanne and Bologna. The som, than to the last. They are all engravformer is a perfect triumph of the art of ed in the richest style of Mezzotinto. engraving. The varied foliage, and fine effect of the tall trees in the foreground-the FINDEN'S GALLERY OF THE GRACES.richly wooded undulations before the city, -with the wide stretching lake-and sunlit mountains in the distance, are given with al It was a lovely thought, to embody those power of delineation which is surprising, fleeting visions of beauty, which haunt CAMPO SANTA Seems to be gifted with a every spirit in its blessed moments; and to kind of sanctity and veneration-the por-call from a brighter world features on which phyry columns and sarcophagus, the vase, the heart delights to dwell, as redolent with and the long vista of Gothic arches, seen holy thought, and unearthly purity; and through the sculptured windows in the such is the object of the Gallery of the front, display amazing accuracy. An offi- Graces. Numbers 1 and 3 are certainly cer of the United States navy, who has among the most beautiful delineations of been on the spot, assures us that every fea- loveliness we have ever seen. The first, ture of this wondrous place is preserved with drawn by Boxall, is an angelic countenance, minute fidelity, even to the subjects of full of quiet beauty, and lit up with an exthe fresco paintings on the wall. The pression of the sweetest innocence, as she figures on the terrace, in Bologna, givel looks to heaven, "breathless with adora

tion." The hand, however, which rests designs to give spirited engravings of all the upon the book is very badly drawn. pictures by both old and modern masters, There is an expression of melancholy which the long liberality and great wealth tenderness o'er the features of number 3, of amateurs have collected in greater quandrawn by J. W. Wright, exquisitely inte-tity in England than any other country in resting; the pensive tinge, and deep the globe. The price is marvellously low thought of her countenance, wake strange when we consider the great beauty of the sympathies within us. engravings, and the accuracy with which The illustrative poetry, by T. K. Her- the various subjects are rendered. Some of vey, is among the finest efforts of this ac-them deserve particular notice; for incomplished writer. We cannot resist the stance, the Market cart, by Gainsborough, desire to transfer the following beautiful in No. I. which has faithfully caught the lines to our pages—they refer to Number 1. spirit of that great painter of landscape;

The stillness of a spirit lies
Upon her hushed and happy heart;
And on her brow, and in her eyes
Are thoughts that play a prophet's part,
And look, with power, upon the skies,
To read their lofty mysteries!--
Before her rests the scroll unrolled,
Where every tale of every star
That on its wheels of molten gold,
Majestically moves afar-

The language of each flower that blows-
The song of every breeze that sings-
The meteor's mission, as it goes

By, on its burning wings-
And all creation's secrets, stand
Translated, by the self-same hand
That hung the oracles on high,
And wrote the legends on the sky.

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How beautiful she looks! as flowers
When newly touched with heaven's dew,
Upon her soul the sacred showers
Of truth have fall'n anew!-

and is thoroughly impressed with the features of his charming rural style, full of life and interest and simplicity, to a degree that is surprising. The Critiques, by Allan Cunningham, are very valuable. All the fine taste and warm attachment to the arts, which distinguish that gentleman's "Lives of the Painters," are conspicuous here, and prove the proprietors have been very fortunate in the selection of an editor.

THE GALLERY OF PORTRAITS, under the superintendance of the Society for the diffusion of Useful Knowledge.

These superb portraits eminently sustain the high character of the works issued by this admirable society, and far exceed any series of the kind which has hitherto appeared. The subjects are selected with great judgment, and are taken from original paintings, to which private individuals could hardly have access. It were injustice to say the engravings were well executed. They exceed, in fact, in careful finish, those in any publication of the kind. The price for a number would be cheap for a single plate. The Memoirs accomplish all that could be expected. They are by a There is a tender melancholy in the fol-hand of high ability, and are concise, gralowing lines, which sweetly harmonizes with the pensive expression of the beautiful countenance :-No. 3.

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The hallowed dove within her breast
Looks through her soft and serious eyes,
And on her forehead, glimpses rest
Of glory from the skies!

The age of roses-yet thy cheek is pale!
Of future dreams-yet thine are with the past!
Can memory's forms along thy bosom sail,
And on thy brow no darker shadow cast!--
Oh, blessed youth!--when fond remembrance
paints

Her landscapes on the heart, without a grave,
And whispers to the spirit no complaints,
Save the sweet sighing of time's passing wave!

phic, and well written.

THE PORTRAIT GALLERY OF DISTINGUISH-
ED FEMALES, INCLUDING BEAUTIES OF
THE COURTS OF GEORGE AND WILLIAM
IV. Edward Bull.

If the portrait gallery above, elicited our warm approbation, we must award to this its direct antithesis. It is, in fact, a mere catchpenny. People are fond of looking upon a pretty face, whether it is that of a peeress or a peasant; but to suppose that MAJOR'S CABINET GALLERY OF PICTURES.they will be fascinated with visages so orWith descriptive letter-press, by Allan dinary as these, merely because they have a title pinned to their name, is preposterous. Cunningham. We consider them a complete failure.

This is, certainly, a very novel design, Publishers and Artists are requested and well comports with the penny classics, to send the articles intended for notice in this penny Cyclopedias, and penny literature of department of the Knickerbacker, before the all sorts, now publishing in England. It 21st of the current month.

WITH this number a change in the Editorial department of our periodical commences. It will be the object of the present Editors of the KNICKERBACKER to render it, in its matter, every way worthy of the very encouraging patronage which it receives; and they feel great pleasure in announcing, that arrangements have been made which will ensure for this Magazine, regular contributions from the most eminent literary characters of our country.

The success of the KNICKERBACKER is no longer an experiment. The public not only warmly welcomed it, on its first appearance, but have fostered it, by their partiality, into a strength which has effectually placed it beyond all the unfortunate contingences of a periodical's infancy. And with this gratifying consciousness, it only remains for the proprietors to render it worthy, in its LITERARY CHARACTER and EMBELLISHMENTS, the lofty popularity it has attained.

In addition to the expensive Engravings which have already appeared, they have others of great interest in preparation, together with several new arrangements, which will decidedly render "THE KNICKERBACKER" the most elegant, as it is the cheapest, of AMERICAN PERIODICALS.

With regard to our occasional correspondents, we have received many favors during the month, for all of which we tender our respectful thanks. Our witty contributor, " Falstaff," will not have occasion to reiterate his complaint as to the next communication with which he may honor us. For the "Doom of Beauty;" "Essay on Champagne;" "The Broken Window ;" and "Memoirs of a Fatalist;" we are obliged.

We have received from a correspondent anonymously, a large packet of miscellaneous verses, with a request for us to insert one or two of them occasionally, as specimens. We comply.

TO A LADY, ON BEING PROMISED A KISS, IF IT WERE ASKED IN POETRY.
Oh, let me taste without alloy,
Sensation's purest glow,

Oh, let me feel the richest joy
That mortals here can know.
To press thy lips, to ask a kiss,
Sweet Harriet, may I dare,
It can't be sin to taste the bliss,
That smiles such rapture there.

The last verse deserved one.

The poetry of "V. ;" "L. ;" "Apicius ;" "S. M. ;" "XIX. ;" and "Sybilla ;" remains under consideration. If "M. H." would submit the specimens he mentions, we could judge better of his proposal.

Letters lie at our office for "O. V.;" "Virginian ;" and "Alexis." We will feel obliged by a call from “S. P. Q. R."

Communications for a specific month, are requested to be sent not later than the 20th of the current.

The Knickerbacker.

VOL. I.

MAY, 1833.

No. V.

THE SCHOOLS OF MODERN ELOQUENCE

THE glory of Greece, with her Homer-her Praxiteles-her Appelles, was not complete till she produced Demosthenes; and Rome, with her power, her poets, and her palaces, never rivalled the immortal republics till she brought forth her Cicero. Ages of interval elapsed between the appearance of these masters of eloquence. Centuries on centuries have gone by since their era, and the majesty of their reputation is undimmed; the eternity of their fame but demon

strated.

Eloquence is essentially the grandest department of mind. Poetry may steep her wings in immortality, but her most daring flights are only abstract conceptions, and her sublimest thoughts affect the intellect alone. There is no power in the wand; her empire is only in the world of the imagination. Painting and Sculpture are lower still; for their best excellence is but successful imitation. Eloquence stands distinct in its requisites; and every attribute of mind is blend ed in its perfection, like the prismatic colors in a ray of pure and unshadowed light. The poet chains the ideas, the musician lays thought asleep, and the painter and sculptor please but the fancy or excite our wonder; the impulse that they stir cannot be communicated to the mass. But the orator, who can speak an epic, and invest ideas at the moment, with the vivid truth of the painter's study or the sculptor's labor; who moulds the passions at his will, and holds the rein of every emotion in his hand; wields a power of a far different kind: he is a magician of a higher order, and commands spirits no other enchanter can call up.

Marked, as is the difference in the civilization of the ancient and modern world, in no particular is the dissimilarity more striking than in their eloquence. Greece and Rome, with all their wondrous men-with the established glory of their giant fame-can be met on this lofty ground alone; and the mighty masters of modern eloquence may walk forth upon the fields of immortality, the equals, if not the superiors of their consecrated names.