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YEAR ONE. Part II., .

Fraser's Magazine,

Nineteenth Century,
Johnny Ludlow. Part III., .


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And often, in summer days, it knew

The laugh of a pleasure-seeking crew;
Ah, yes! we have a mind within a mind, —

Which keeps its counsel to itself, and deems Or launched by night on the blinding waves,
The issue only ours.
Thus do we find

It has rescued a life from the sea's dark A lost self waiting 'mid the broken gleams

Of knowledge, on whose steps we dare take

It is useless now, as it lies on the beach,
In hallowed moments only, while we stand- Drawn high beyond the billow's reach;
The younger mind in presence of the old -
Listening to that strange argument's com- And none of all it has served in stress

Remember it now, in its loneliness.
Which levels all things in its fearless course.


F. W. B. So, sometimes, will

an intuition deal With abstruse thought, with instant, lightning

force, Outdoing, as it were, the work of years ; Wondering within ourselves, we seem to feel

The growth of energies our own soul fears.

In the mellow autumn sunshine,

When the year was on the wane,
Pale, subtle mensories still haunt the soul,

I dreamed a dream of earthly bliss When her bright day is dead and her moon

That cannot come again. shine

The vesper lights were gleaming

'On a ruined castle tower, Comes, with a tender calm; like wind-tossed

And I stood there dreaming - dreaming, scroll, Whose half-known words are half guessed ;

When the ivy was in flower. whose design She vainly grasps, for. but in hints it comes. Down below me lay the shadows

Yet to the memory will the mind conform Where the ålder-bushes grew; As if it met with such in mystic tomes,

The fields were dim with golden mist,
To all but sleepers closed, and half forgot

The sky was faintly blue ;
The moment day's dear influences warm No restless wind came creeping
To wakefulness and life. O weird and Through my still and leafy bower ;

Lise was sweet and pain was sleeping
Beyond our knowing, art thou, soul ! yet oft When the ivy was in flower,
We live with thee, as though we feared thee

Oh, the bonnie, burnished ivy
Forgetful of what times we feel the soft,

Clings around the ruin yet! Uncertain signs of secrets which you keep. My blissful dream is over now; Spectator.

J. H.

I woke to vain regret.
But patience soothes repining,

Sorrow brings a priceless dower,
And God's light will still be shining

When the ivy is in flower.

Sunday Magazine. SARAH DOUDNEY.
I PASSED a boat to-day on the shore,
That will be launched on the sea no more.

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Worn and battered, — the straight keel bent,

ON THE PIER. The side, like a ruined rampart, rent;

A CRASH of music, a blaze of light Left alone, with no covering,

Where the dancers whirl in glee. For who would steal such a useless thing? And out beyond the silent night

Over the sighing sea. It was shapely once, when the shipwright's Whose waves sigh on -sigh on - sigh on hand

Whose waves sigh on forever. Had laid each plank as the master planned ;

So with its music of mirth and song, And it danced for joy on the curling wave, Its glory of laughter and love, When first the sea's broad breast it clave; To a maddening measure life whirls along,

But death is around and above. And it felt the pulse of the well-timed stroke, And still thro' the music we hear the rhyme, That rang on the thole-pin of tuneful oak. The sorrowful song of the tide of time,

Whose waves sigh on - sigh on-sigh onOft it has carried home the spoil

Whose waves sigh on forever. Of fishers, tired with night-long toil;


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From The Edinburgh Review. never be weakened, may go back to a HAMERTON'S “LIFE OF TURNER." * time long before the publication of the In Mr. Hamerton's “Life of Turner"

first volume of “Modern Painters; we have at length a book which may be it was only because others were impressed welcomed by admirers of the great paint

almost or quite as deeply as himself that er who will not allow their enthusiasm to the “Oxford Graduate" found an audimake them unreasonable, as well as by all

Like that chivalrous champion, who are chiefly anxious that the achieve- they had given themselves to the witchments of a long and memorable career ery of Turner's pencil, and wandered should be impartially judged and rightly

with him in enchanted land. In the mere estimated. Some perhaps may regard as

outlines thrown off by him in a few minspurious an enthusiasm which is ready to utes, not less, perhaps even more, than in be convinced that the object of its wor

his most elaborate works, they found a ship is not flawless, and may treat all wealth of thought, of power, and of exadverse criticism as evidence of a delib- pression, such as they failed, or fancied erate design to màr a great reputation. that they failed, to meet with elsewhere; But among those to whom Turner's works and they resigned themselves to the enhave afforded the deepest and most un

joyment thus lavishly provided without failing enjoyment there are probably not caring to analyze their feelings except in a few who can look on this vehement and directions where the analysis could only

make their enthusiasm more intense. almost fanatical feeling as a transitional state through which they have themselves

There were many such directions. The passed, and can treat it, therefore, with workings of the master mind might be patient forbearance; and perhaps these traced from drawings which scarcely went are likely to be the best judges of a man

beyond contrasts of light and shade, who has certainly taken his place among

through others which exhibited little more the foremost painters of all ages and than a monotone of hue with a bright countries. The opinion of such men is spot or patch of color here and there, to

others in which the traditional methods the growth of years. It is the result not of the reading of books, of controversy,

were seen to be weakened, and at last or of prejudice, but of living in the paint

were flung aside altogether. These stages er's works, following the guidance of his in the development of his genius they thoughts, and yielding to the spell of his were ready to follow, as they thought, genius with a spirit ready to sacrifice with a discrimination which might deeverything except the paramount duty of serve to be called judicial; but, while honest thought and the honest expression they could admit that here and there a of thought. Mr. Ruskin is not the only

fault or defect might mar the perfection man to whom the work of Turner has of the work, they yet felt assured that the come almost as the revelation of a new

teachings of the new prophet became in world. Many must still remember the each stage not only more striking and feelings of wonder and delight with which impressive, but more truthful. The conthey sed upon his pictures as on the wis- viction that Turner was charged with a dom of a teacher whose like they had not special mission, and that he was concome across before - a teacher who could scious of it, gained strength as the

years transform all things into images of ten- went by; and this mission, it was thought, derness, beauty, and glory; and who impelled him to give a transcript of na

ture in all her various aspects with a comseemed to interpret to them their own thoughts and give shape and reality to pleteness such as none had aimed at or their dim and faint conceptions. The

even conceived before him. His works remembrance of these wonderful impres- exhibited, indeed, a range so vast, a persions, which seemed as though they could ception so exquisitely delicate, a force of

treatment so marvellously sustained, as The Life of 7. M. W. Turner, R.A. By Philip even to justify the idolatry of his admirCOLBERT HAMERTON. London : 1879.

ers, and it was to the seeling thus excited

that Mr. Ruskin appealed against the per- one who has thoroughly thought out the versity or blindness of those who refused matters with which he deals, and who has to acknowledge their perfection, laying reached some very positive conclusions down at the same time canons of criti- and convictions which yet he has not the cism which could not fail to lower the least wish to force on others, unless in work of all other painters as much as they their turn they are convinced of their reaexalted that of Turner. There was one sonableness and their truth. The result, department of art in which Turner had no in reference to Mr. Ruskin's criticism, rival, and in which even the most extrav- is a certain amount of iconoclasm; but, agant praises would scarcely seem exag. if Mr. Hamerton brushes aside some fangerated. It was easy to take a series of cies which have no solid ground to rest his water-color drawings, and from twenty on, it may be said that he leaves Turner's or thirty of them to show the power with true fame on a surer foundation and in a which he could exhibit, with some ap- clearer light than ever. It must always proach to their full glory, the most daz- be worth while to try and see every man zling, the most majestic, and the most as he is; it can never be worth while to solemn aspects of nature at all hours of insist on seeing him as he is not, and we the day and in all seasons of the year. may safely say that Mr. Hamerton has It was easy to analyze picture by picture, made it impossible for any who are not and to show that every hill, crag, and scar prepared to distort or to suppress facts to was full of the truth of mountain form, see Turner as in all respects the wonderand that each displayed the same faithful ful being which he appears to be in Mr. study and representation of clouds and Ruskin's overwrought eulogies. water. The only question which might These eulogies have been reiterated awaken some misgivings in the mind with so much persistency and so much even of enthusiasts would relate not to success that an unprejudiced examination Turner's mastery of mountain forms or of them becomes a matter of duty; and effects of sky and water generally, but to the thanks of all who prefer the truth of the degree in which the features of any facts where this truth is. indispensably given sketch were faithful to those of the necessary are due to Mr. Hamerton for place depicted in other words, whether the straightforward honesty with which and how far his sketches were truthful he bas allowed facts to speak for themrepresentations of actual places, and could selves. Mr. Ruskin seems to be hurried honestly be called by their names. If away by the vehement zeal of a crusader. once this question forced itself on their in taking up Turner's cause he demands minds, the result might not weaken their sympathy for him on the score of imag. power of discerning and valuing all that inary wrongs, and challenges the admira is beautiful in the works of Turner; but tion of every one for acts of generosity it would most assuredly deal a death-blow for which, to say the least, it would be to some unreasoning sentiment and dis- difficult to adduce any satisfactory evi pel the glamor of some over-ardent wor- dence. Turner, it seems, had lent some ship.

money to the widow of a drawing-master This question, which goes to the root from whom, when she tendered it, he of all art criticism, and compels us to refused to receive repayment, bidding her determine, if it be possible, the nature keep the money and to send her children and objects of art itself, has led Mr. to school and to church. " He said this Hamerton to a patient examination of the in bitterness,” remarks Mr. Ruskin, who life and career of Turner, in comparison tells the tale ; "he had himself been sen with which Mr. Thornbury's biography to neither.” But, in fact, Turner had of the great painter is little more than a been at schools in Brentford, in London collection of facts and incidents put to- and in Margate. The time which h gether without any deep insight into the spent in these schools was not less thai man or his work. He writes with the three years, and when he left the Mar simplicity and transparent clearness of gate school he was fully thirteen years o


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age. It is in a high degree unlikely that whole career had been marked by a singuthe masters of these schools would fail to larly steady and sustained success. His take their pupils to some place of worship, reputation since his death is certainly however poor may have been the results greater than that to which he attained in of their discipline and instruction in the his lifetime; but this may be said of case of a boy so singularly gifted in some almost all great men in any art or any directions and so strangely dull in others calling. At an age when most boys are as was Turner. He was seemingly in- at school his drawings were admitted into capable of learning any language except the exhibitions of the Royal Academy; his own, and even English he could nay, if Mr. Hamerton be right in saying scarcely either write or speak. But hav- that his first picture was exhibited in ing thus visited the sins or failings of the 1787, when he was twelve years old, Turpupil on his teachers, Mr. Ruskin pleads ner must still have been a schoolboy himfor him as a victim of general unkindness, self when the way to fame and prosperity injustice, and even cruelty, in words so as a painter was thus opened before him. remarkable that, with Mr. Hamerton, we Twelve years later, when he was only feel bound to quote them.

twenty-four, he was elected an associate

of the Academy, and he was a full AcadeImagine (says Mr. Ruskin to his hearers at mician at twenty-seven. These distincEdinburgh) what it was for a man to live

tions were not bestowed for any brilliant seventy years in this hard world, with the kindest heart and the noblest intellect of his displays of precocious genius.' The detime, and never to meet with a single word or

velopment of Turner's powers within his ray of sympathy until he felt himself sinking own province was slow, and beyond it he into his grave. From the time he knew his can scarcely be said to have had any powtrue greatness all the world was turned against ers at all; but he was indefatigably inhim; he held his own, but it would not be dustrious, his touch was astonishingly without roughness of bearing and hardening of exact and firm, his rapidity of execution the temper, if not of the heart. No one un- marvellous, his sense of light and shade derstood him, no one trusted him, and every as strong as it was delicate, and all these one cried out against him. Imagine, any of qualities had recommended his work as you, the effect on your own minds, if every especially suited for reproduction in envoice that you heard from the human beings gravings, thus laying surely the foundaaround you was raised year after year through all your lives only in condemnation of your which he might, had he chosen, have

tions of the great pecuniary success, efforts and denial of your success.

made vastly greater. Far from languishThis outburst of purely rhetorical indig. ing in hopeless neglect or obscurity, nation is, in effect, the assertion that Turner might, indeed, with more truth, be Turner experienced nothing but neglect regarded as a special favorite of fortune, and obloquy until, towards the end of his happy in the time and the place of his life, Mr. Ruskin came forward as his birth, happy in the circumstances which champion. It is, however, in the very gradually unfolded his powers by graduteeth of the facts. Many years before ally enlarging the area for their exercise, Turner's death, Mr. Hamerton remarks, happy in the wonderful vigor of his bodily Sir Robert Peel and others subscribed a constitution and in the sober and steady sum of 5,000l. for the purpose of buying habits which reduced even real hardships two of his pictures for the National Gal- to matters of thorough insignificance, and lery, but the painter refused to part with not less happy in his special calling from the pictures selected. Some years before the very depth of incapacity which he bethis great compliment was paid to him trayed for attaining the least success in Lockhart had spoken of him as the first any other. In his own province there was of all living landscape painters, and Wal- nothing which he shrank from taking in ter Scott himself, not entirely agreeing hand, and on whatever he undertook he with the popular taste, had described him invariably put out his full power. He as being all the fashion. But in truth his could pass from the delineation of the

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