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MR FREDERICK REYNOLDS, the veteran dramatist, has, by the aid of Mr. W. H. Brooke, produced an amusing and elegant volume of a Playwright's Adrentures, under the above title. Mr. Brooke's contributions are a plentiful sprinkling of Cuts, full of point and humour, and dovetailed by the Editor with no lack of ingenuity. The Narrative itself purports to be a series of adventures, or a volume of accidents to a young playwright in quest of dramatic fortune, with a due admixture of love and murder, and “ a happy union.”These are relieved by pungent attempts at repartee and harmless raillery, so as to make the dialogue portion glide off pleasantly enough. Instead of quoting an entire chapter from the volume, we are enabled to transfer to our pages a few of its epigrammatio illustrations. First, is what Mr. Reynold calls l'auteur



Mr. Reynolds seems to hold with Swilt, that the merriest faces are in mourning coaches, for his hero at a funeral introduces one of the best cuts. Thus

On Vivid's return home, his grati. fication was soon diminished by the recollections of " existing circumstances, and these caused him to sink into a gloomy and desponding state ; when Sam Alltact, rather malapropos, entered with a black-edged card, inviting his master to the funeral of a deceased acquaintance, an eminent young artist, named Gilmaurs, who, never having been an R.A., but simply an engraver of extraordinary genius, was not to be buried under the dome of St. Paul's, but in a village churchyard.

Vivid could not help remarking to a brother mourner, that, in his opinion, the profession of a painter was as much overrated as that of an en- • Which is tbe merchant here, and wbich the graver was underrated : “ for," he add. ed, “what real and unprejudiced con. “There is no doubt, that in any school noisseur, while contemplating Woollett's of painting," continued our hero, “such Roman Edifices from Claude, and Sir men as Reynolds, West, and Lawrence, Robert Strange's Titian's Mistress from cannot be too much upheld whilst liv. Titian, with many others, would not ing or lauded and regretted when dead. acknowledge, that the copy in many in- There is likewise Wilkie-another Hostances so rivalled, if not surpassed, the garth—" original, that it became a decided ques- “I beg your pardon," rejoined the tion, which artist ought to carry off the theatrical gentleman ; “but till I can palm ?”

forget the blunderbuss fired from the “Or, at any rate,' cried an odd ac- upsetting coach, the cobweb over the cordant theatrical companion, “the con- poor's-box, and the gay parson und unnoisseur might say, with Shakspeare- dertaker at the harlot's funeral, I cunnot



allow of the comparison. Besides, I ad- of Robin Goodfellow, by Sir Joshua, mire Hogarth for another reason: did cum multis aliis by painters of the same he consider an engraver's to be an infra- pre-eminent description-ay, and also dig. profession ? No, for he was the whilst I greatly admire numerous picengraver of his own works.'

tures still annually exhibited by highly « True," replied Vivid ; " and other talented living artists, I ask, if I am not painters have been engravers. But to to speak my mind relative to that class of the point : look at the variety of the ex. painting, which might pass muster outquisite engravings in the Annuals; and side the inns at Dartford, or Hounslow, having compared them with the large, or — However, the lion preys not coarse, mindless pictures in—what may upon carcasses,' and, therefore, I will be called another annual—the Exhibi- leave these canvass-spoilers to the judge tion of the Royal Academy, then say, ment of those, who will show them in whether you do not prefer the distinct their proper light-viz. the hangingdelicate touches of a well-directed burin, committee.” to the broad, trowel-like splashings of T'he funeral being concluded, they rean ill-directed painting-brush ?” turn to town, Vivid agreeing with his

“ I do; and whilst I bow down to the odd companion in leaving the canvassexcellence of such a portrait as that of spoilers to the hanging committee. Charles the First, by Vandyke, or that

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A sketch of one of those inveterate when I saw at Stratford-upon-Avon the story tellers which are the standing Shakspearean procession pass in the dishes of a table d'hôte, introduces one street, it rained so violently that Caliban of the best of the cuts. Mr. Blase and Hamlet's Ghost carried umbrellas, Bronzely, loquitur :

whilst Ophelia " “Well, gentlemen, as I was saying, "Obvious, my dear Blase; or, as a

late premier used to say, 'It can't be missed,' 'Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia :' and, besides, your wet ghost is a mere crib from yourself; for whenever you go hunting in cloudy weather, don't you regularly ride with a smart silver parasol over your dear little head ?")

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The reader will conclude by these exhibiting a comparative view of Inland specimens that fun and frolic are the Seas and Principal Lakes of the Eastern characteristics of the Dramatic Annual; and Western Hemispheres—which alone and we have given him a spice of its are worth the price of the Part. Altobest humour. These Cuts, by the way, gether, the uniformity and elegance of are in a style which all illustrators would this work reflect high credit on the taste do well to cultivate. We have seen and talent of every one concerned in its much labour expended on illustrations production; and it really deserves a of works of humour, such as fine etchy place on every writing-table not already work, and points wrought up with ex- provided with an Atlas. For constant treme delicacy. The effect, however, reference, too, it is well calculated, by is any but humorous : you think of its convenient size, and is preferable to painstaking and trouble, whereas a few the cumbrous folio, as well as the var. Iines vividly dashed off, by their unstu- ' nished, rustling, roller map. died style, will ensure a laugh, where more elaborate productions only remind us of effort. Hood's pen-and-ink cuts

THE KING'S SECRET. are excellent in their way-as bits of fun, but not of art. Now, Brooke's de- HUNDREDS of persons have probably signs are both works of fun and art. been disappointed by this work—an his

torical novel, of the time of Edward the

Third, by Mr. Power, of Covent Garden' THE FAMILY CABINET ATLAS

Theatre. Scandal-loving people are so Is completed with the Twelfth Part, in fond of concatenation, or stringing cir. the same style of excellence as it was com- cumstances, causes, and effects together, menced. In this portion are two plates, that in the present case they made up


their minds to some secret of our times : sessed of, since what remains is, and some boudoir story of Windsor or St. must continue, “ The King's Secret." James's, which might show how royalty The heroine is the gemmy character loves. On the contrary, “the secret of the story; but, in that of the King so does not come out ;-the reader is only much license has been used as almost tickled, his curiosity excited, and the to defy its identification with history, tale, like an ill-going clock, is wound up Scenes, situations, and sketches, of unwithout striking.

common interest, abound throughout We attempt something like an outline the work; the manners and customs of of the plot, although it is just to induce the times, and the details of costume our reader to turn to the work itself. and pageant glitter are worked up with for we foretel he will be pleased with its great labour-perhaps with more than details. Artevelde, a beer brewster of is looked for or will be appreciated in a Ghent, intrigues with Edward to trans- novel. Still, they are creditable to the fer the coronet of Flanders from Count taste and research of the author. OccaLewis to the young Prince of Wales. sionally, there are scenes of bold and The scheme fails, and Artevelde perishes stirring interest, just such as might be in an affray with the citizens In his expected from an actor of Mr. Power's negotiations he had employed his daugh- vivid stamp. The storm sketches toter, and dispatched her on one occasion, wards the close of the second volume in a private yacht, to the Thamos, to are even infinitely better than any of confer with the King. In her passage John Kemble's shilling waves or Mr. she is observed and recognised by the Farley's last scenes. In other portions follower of a Flemish noble, who has a of the work, bits of antiquarianism are direct interest in defeating Artevelde's so stuck on the pages as to perplex, scheme for the marriage and settlement rather than aid the descriptions, by their of his daughter, who, before she reaches technicality. Here and there too the the King, is seized by this noble and his tinsel is unsparingly sprinkled. agents, but is rescued by a brave young Nevertheless, there is a vividness-a citizen. Here the love begins. This freshness--and altogether a superior inyoung citizen is the nephew of a wealthy terest, in all the details which must renold goldsmith, but he abominates the der “ The King's Secret” a favourite traffic and filthy lucre of his uncle's pro- work with the fiction-and-fact-reading fession-for, it should be added, the public. The scenes are so complicated goldsmiths were the money-jobbers of in their interest, that it is scarcely possithose days-and aspires to become a ble to detach an extract. soldier of fortune. London was a fitting In the early part of the first volume place for such ambition, for those were occurs a passage relative to the resistchivalrous times. Artevelde's daughter ance of the people of Ghent to the opentrasts the youth with the commission, pression of their rulers, which smacks and dispatches him to the King: he ac- strongly of the enthusiasm of liberty. quits himself with courtly discretion, " Whilst impelled on the one hand by and, having displayed some prowess in a the strong desire to regulate the arbipassage of arms, soon obtains an ap- trary and oppressive exactions, which pointment in the royal service. Ed. cramped their energies and held them ward's interview with the lady deter- for ever at the mercy of their despot's mines him to start instantly for Flanders, caprice, and restrained on the other and the young citizen (Borgia) accom- hand by their habitual reverence for panies him. They fall into the hands their feudal princes. Artevelde stepped of the same Flemish noble who had at- forth, and in their startled ears protacked the heroine ; but they are res. nounced the word “ Resist!" His cued, and land at the Flemish coast.- eloquence was well seconded by the The scheme fails, as we have said : after grasping severity of a needy and extraArtevelde's death, his daughter becomes vagant court, until gradually combining the King's ward. The interests of the their wrath and intelligence with the parties now become too complicated for energies of the populace jealous of their us to follow : we may, however, state rights, the merchants and citizens of the that “the King's Secret” is the pa- cities of Flanders rose upon the bears rentage of Borgia; it was asserted that and butterflies who infested and robbed he was "the very child reported to have them, and, thrusting them forth, set mo. been born during the period of Queen dern Europe the first fearful example of Isabella's romantic love passages with a people's strength, and the rottenness Roger Mortimer, at the court of Hain- of the wooden gods for whom they laault.”—“ Be content, therefore, with boured. Whilst princes, on their parts, that you and all here already are pose learned a lesson they have not since for






gotten or ever ceased to prattise, and combining their hosts of slaves, lashed

OF QUALITY. them onward to scare this stranger,

By Lady Morgan. Freedom, from the earth, even as in our times of intelligence they have done,

(Continued from page 318). and will do; and the brainless slaves, MEANTIME Father Flynn, with a jesuit's 80 lashed, shouted and went forward to adroitness, was endeavouring to gain his the murderous wo which rivetted their object, as I afterwards learned ; but on own fetters, even as in our time they alluding to his works and celebrity, he have done, and will again do in times to discovered that the ambassador had never

so much as heard of him, though he had

heard wonders of his parrot, which he SPIRIT OF THE

requested might be sent for. I was im

mediately ushered into the cabinet, as public Journals.

the superior went out, and I never saw

my dear master more. Perhaps he could TWENTY YEARS.

“ bear no rival near the throne;' per

haps, in his pre-occupation, he forgot They tell me twenty years are past

to reclaim me. Be that as it may, he Since I have look'd upon thee last,

sailed that night, in a Portuguese merAnd thought thee fairest of the fair, With thy sylpb-like form and light browu hair! chantman, for Lisbon; and I became the I can remember every word

property of the representative of his BriThat from those smiling lips I heard :

tish Majesty. After the first few days Ou! how little it appears Like tbe lapse of twenty years.

of favouritism, I sensibly lost ground

with his excellency; for he was too Thou art changed ! in thee I find Beauty of another kind;

deeply occupied, and had too many reThose rich curls lie on thy brow

sources of his own, to find his amuseIn a darker cluster now; And the sylph hath giren place

ment in my society. During the few To the matrou's form of grace.

days I sat at his table, I entertained his Yet how little it appears

diplomatic guests with cracking nuts, Like the lapse of twenty years.

extracting the kernels, peeling oranges, Still thy cheek is round and fair ;

talking broad Scotch and Parisian French, Mid thy curts not one grey hair ;

chanting the “Gloria,” dancing “Gai Not one lurking sorrow lies In the lustre of those eyes :

Coco," and, in fact, exhibiting all my Thou hast felt, since last we met,

uccomplishments. I was, however, soon No affliction, no regret!

sent to the secretary's office to be taught Wonderful ! to shed no tears In the lapse of twenty years.

a new jargon, and to be subjected to

tricks from the underlings of the emBut what means that changing brow? Tears are in tbose dark eyes now!

bassy. Have my rash, incantious words

Here I picked up but little, for there Wakend Feeling's slumbering chords ?

was but little to pick up. I learned, Wherefore dost thou bid me look At yon dark-bound journal book ?

however, to call for “ Red tape and There the register appears

sealing-wax'—to cry “ What a bore !", Of the lapse of twenty years.

“Did you ever see such a quiz ?"—to Thou hast been a happy bride,

call “ Lord Charles,' “ Mr. Henry,' Kueeling by a lover's side ;

and pronounce "good for nothing”—a And unclouded was thy life, As bis loved and loving wife :

remark applied by the young men to the Thou hast worn the garb of gloom,

pens, which they flung away by hunKneeling by that husband's tomb;

dreds, and which the servants picked up Thou hast wept a widow's tears In the lapse of twenty years.

and sold, with other perquisites of office

incidental to their calling. Whenever I Oh ! I see my error now,

applied these acquisitions with effect, it To suppose, in cheek and brow, Strangers may presume to find

was always attributed to chance ; but I Treasured secrets of the mind :

was so tormented and persecuted by There fond Memory still will keep

Lord Charles and Mr. Henry, who being Her vigil, when she seems to sleep; Though composure re-appears

unpaid attachés, had nothing to do, and In the lapse of twenty years.

helped each other to do it, that I took Where's the hope that can abate

every opportunity to annoy them. One The grief of hearts thus desolate'

day, when the ante-room was filled with That can Youth's keepest pangs assnage, And mitigate the gloom of Age?

young officers of the British frigate, one Religion bids the tempest cease,

of the boobies, pointing to Lord Charles, And leads her to a port of peace ;

called to me, “Poll, who is that ?" I And on, the lonely pilot steers Through the lapse of future years.

answered, "Red tape and sealing-wax;" New Monthly Magazine.

and raised a general shout at the expense of the little diplomatic pedant. An Irish

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