their having no tone of colour at all. The light is always broken into little flickering patches, as we see it on the floor of a thick grove of trees when the sun penetrates through the intervals between the branches and leaves. External nature does not seem to have offered to his perceptions any decided sentiment; and consequently, not being able to draw upon himself for any, his works have no pervading spirit. They are to be described and characterized by their different parts; and not as wholes. The leaves and branches of his trees-the patches of light, shade, and colour, in the old dead trunks-the ruts and breakings in his roads, &c. are done to the very life; but there is none of the general truth of nature—none of her general effects. Above all, his patches of sunshine look like sunshine; but they are scattered about at random, and quite gratuitously; and they are also frequently placed in such a way that if half of them fall in the right direction according to the light in which the picture is painted, the other half "have no business there." There are but two pictures by this artist in the present collection (6 and 16)—and those are far from ranking among his best. The style of HOBBIMA is more purely and exclusively natural than that of any other painter in any department-with the exception of Teniers; and accordingly, the feelings which his scenes excite differ scarcely at all from those excited by the actual scenes of Nature. This arises in some degree from the kind of scenery he has chosen to depict being one upon which the imagination is capable of acting but little. Those who are pleased by Hobbima's pictures, are pleased in virtue of their memory alone; and none are pleased by them in a very high degree, but such as are accustomed to what is called purely rural scenery. It is not very easy to explain exactly what this term means; but lovers of the country will understand it well enough; and it is only to these that Hobbima's pictures address themselves. A scene may be pastoral, or picturesque, without being rural; but to be rural, it must include the pastoral and the picturesque, and at the same time objects connecting the thoughts with the lower classes of country life, and with no other class. The human figures represented must be taken from among those who are engaged in the actual tilling of the land-those or their families; a lady or gentleman, in such a scene, would be an impertinence. The other living objects must be connected with the same class. The buildings introduced must be peasants' cottages, or barns, sheds, &c. used for purposes of husbandry: an Italian villa, or a cottage ornée, would look as much out of place as a shepherd's dog in a drawing-room. Even the trees, roads, ground, &c. must be of a particular kind, or the consistency of the scene is broken in upon: knotted oaks-elms spreading their antique arms above hollow trunks-old stunted thorns--broken ground, and roads winding and cut to pieces with deep wheel-ruts :-Poplars, or Weymouth pines, darting up their trim forms into the sky, or a good level turnpike road kept in order under the superintendence of Mr. M'Adam, would put the rurality to flight in a moment. In fact, what is called "rural scenery" is of a perfectly peculiar kind, and is well understood by those who attend to differences and distinctions in these matters; and it is this kind of scenery, and no other, that Hobbima paints. And he paints it almost as well as Nature herself does: his colours are as --- fresh as hers, and his touch as firm, crisp, and well-defined: and he has this advantage over Nature, that, having his materials under his own controul, he never suffers any thing to intrude into his scenes that can in any way disturb the unity of the sentiment they are intended to express. In wandering through one of Nature's scenes of the above description, you may chance to meet the Lady of the Manor, on her sleek thorough-bred mare, with her liveried groom behind her; which is not the thing. But Hobbima takes care that this shall never happen in his scenes. The principal effects of Hobbima's pictures are always produced by some particular object, or set of objects, seen in the halfdistance, through an opening in the dark trees of the foreground, and by a light which falls almost exclusively upon them--the foreground being illuminated by reflected lights alone. These objects are usually a small thatched cottage, with its appurtenances, exceedingly small in comparison with the huge trees that occupy the front of the picture, and run up to the top, excluding the sky altogether from the upper part. These objects-with the living figures, of children, female peasants, &c. that accompany them, are represented as if in the full sunshine; so that one portion of this artist's pictures is always a strong contrast to the other, in point of light and shade. In the dark part of the picture, however, there is generally an appropriate figure introduced, or at least some object or other that connects this part of the scene with the other-otherwise the antithesis would be too great. I repeat, it is impossible for any thing to be more purely natural than the style of Hobbima. He not only never paints any objects or appearances but what he and every body else has seen; but none that can by any possibility suggest any thing else. I have said above that his scenes address themselves to and affect us through the medium of the memory alone. I should perhaps qualify this by saying, that, though they affect the imagination as vividly as those of any other artist that I am acquainted with, they affect that portion of it alone which is created by and dependent on the memory. There are but three specimens of Hobbima in the Dulwich collection-(82, 153, 168;) and neither of them are very capital. No. 153 is, however, an extremely pleasing one. The only other Flemish landscape painters that I shall mention particularly are Jacob Ruysdael and Berchem. JACOB RUYSDAEL, is not unlike Hobbima in his mode of handling; and is a scarcely less natural painter. His trees, ground, &c. have equal firmness and decision with those of Hobbima, and perhaps even more crispness and spirit; and his waterfalls, and pieces of running water, actually talk and move-you can almost hear them as they go. As every artist knows where his own strength lies, better than any one can tell him, these were among Ruysdael's favourite objects. Indeed he scarcely painted a picture without them. There is also great force and depth in the foliage, which he always introduces into his scenes in great profusion. Ruysdael is, however, the least characteristic and mannered of any of the distinguished artists of his class and country. His manner, like Hobbima's, is almost exclusively that of Nature; and he perhaps used less selection in his imitation of her than any one else. It is by his touch alone that you can know him; not by his scenes and objectsas you may Hobbima almost to a certainty. A picture may be known to be Hobbima's by description alone-which can scarcely be said of the works of any other artist in this class. BERCHEM, from the merit of many of his works, claims a particular notice in this sketch of the Flemish landscape-painters; but there is nothing in his style sufficiently exclusive and characteristic to admit. of description. His pictures are characteristic enough to be instantly known, but not to be distinctly made known to others. This arises from his style being not in any degree original and his own, but made up of the qualities of several others. He joins, in a very pleasing and tasteful manner, the delicate pencilling of Both, the smoothness of Wouvermans, and the truthand precision of Ruysdael; and there is an airy elegance in his composition which no one has equalled who has confined himself (as Berchem did) to familiar scenery, and almost the lowest class of country life.-There are five pictures by Ruysdael in this collection, and as many by Berchem. Among those by the former, 145 is a good specimen of his exquisite skill in depicting a waterfall; and 159 is very rich, natural, and fine. Among the Berchems, if I recollect rightly, 164 is the best and most characteristic example. Having concluded my notice of the Flemish landscape painters, I must now pause, and resume my subject in another article. SONG FOR A SWISS FESTIVAL ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF AN ANCIENT BATTLE. Look on the white Alps 'round! Where Freedom's voice and step are found, Forget ye not the band Of dauntless men, our sires, who fell Here, in the rocky battle-dell! If yet, the wilds among, Our silent hearts may burn, When the deep mountain-horn hath rung, Home! Home !-if still that name be dear, Praise to the men who perish'd here ! That day the savage-rolling sound, Their caves prolong'd the trumpet's blast, They saw the princely crest, The banner and the mail-clad breast, Praise to the mountain-born, By them no steel-array was worn, They left the vineyard and the field, F. H. SONG. FAREWELL then, loved and lovely one, I send one sigh before we part, C. H. SONNET FROM BENEDETTO MENZINI. I PLANTED in my youth a laurel-bough, Midst trees of loftier height, and nobler name. But yet I grieve not at its slow uprise; His is no easy task, no common prize, Who justly wins and wears the wreath of fame. AND shall true love indeed be thus requited When sunshine smiled on all around-and near For she hath dealt from out her deadly bow M. TO THE SEVENTH VOLUME. A ABUSE of words, on the, 186. Agreeability-a country Christmas, 168. Amalfi, his lines to an hour-glass, 112. Ancients, on the repasts of the, 501. 71-his Rembrandts, 72-Raising of Annus Mirabilis, or a Parthian glance at Ante and post-nuptial journal, 330. Arcachon in the Landes, 66-La Teste, Artists, Irish, on, 385-character of Astronomical Alderman, 119. B Bachelor, letter from a bashful, 54. Barry Cornwall's new poems, review of, Beautiful in Music, the principles of Bembo, sonnet of, 58. Bird's release at the grave, the, 532. Bolivar, Simon, sketch of the political VOL. VII. Fè de Bogota, 9-drives the enemy Bowl of liberty, Greek song of, 337. с Cabriolets, the new, 492. Campan, Memoirs of Madame, 457. Canova, the studio of, 28. Cid, Songs of the, No. I. 307-No. II. Classics and Romantics, on the, 522. Comus, Milton's, 222. 198. Cornwall, Barry, his new poems, 383. Court of Aldermen at Fishmongers'-hall, Ꭰ Daintie Pastorals, 561. 2 Q |