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and an early bias towards that profession of which parts more inanly and original, yet as a wholo he becaine so distinguished an ornament.

composition, I do not hesitate to pronounce his About the age of twenty-six he came an ad Venus Rising froin the Sea" to be the best of venturer to London, and was introduced to the his works. celebrated Edmund Burke, whose patronage he The invention of this subject was not, how. secured from his strong indications of genius, and ever, purely his own; for, though in his manner by being a countryman of that immoriat orater.

of treating it, he became its legitimate father on Burke introduced hiin to Sir Joshua Reynolds, || the canvass, the original thought subsists in the then only Mr. Reynolds, who domesticated him representation of the Greek Poet. Had Anacreon in his family, and gave every encouragement to not described the subject, Barry would not have his promising talents. At the table of Reynolds || painted it. But this is no objection to the merit Barry much distinguished himself by a strong

of the work; the Painter has a right to avail splash of original thought, and an uncommon

himself of the Poet. This is not that species of fire and intrepidity of genius; for, at no part of | plagiary which robs him of the praise of invenhis life, was it the custom of Barry to be very tion. diffident of his abilities, or to under-rate himself He was now elected an Academician; but for in his art. His eccentricities, however, were so any situation that required a character that should numerous, and his confidence so arrogarit, thai possess some associating elements, and a dispoBurke and Reynolds not only advised, but pro sition towards acting in concert, Barry was wholly cured him the means of travelling, which they unfit. He was of a turn of temper rebellious wisely judged would serve as well to ainend these and uncontroulable; his notions of independence moral ailings, as to supply him with more correct were those of a savage; he was fierce, proud, ideas of professional excellence; and thus, at and overbearing, and detested all that the forms once, both inform his judgment and improve his of the society, and the regulations of his own general character.

little platoon, required to be put over him. He visited Italy, we believe, in the year 1765. At this time Sir Joshua Reynolds was Presi. He was not, however, much qualified for a stu. dent, and Barry, of whose genius both Burke and dent; his methods of study were capricious and himseif augured auspiciously, was appointed irrational; his self-confidence led him to false mea Professor of Painting upon the vacancy of Mr. sures of himself; his temper was not conformable Renny. In this situation he was, as usual, indoto the instructions of masters and professors; he lent, neglectful, and indisposed to all subordinawas indocile, hot-headed, and stubborn; his time tion and order : he was five years Professor bein Italy was divided between slothfulness and quar fore he read a single lecture; the Academy was rels with cotemporary students, and what know disgusted; he bred a spirit of rebellion among ledge he did acquire, and assuredly he brought the students, and was very near destroying the back much, was by sudden snatches of industry, establishment. It was at length resolved to get and occasional irruptions into the province of rid of him by expulsion, and peace was once science, begun with ardour, and too soon checked more restored to the society. by habitual indolence,

His general misconduct lost him the patronHe returned in the year 1770 to England. I age of Sir Joshua and Mr. Burke, and poor may not perhaps be exactly correct in my dates; Barry, with a discredit brought upon him by his nor is it of imporlance The generuus patronage want of prudence, was turned loose upon society of Burke and Reynolds was again held out to to shift for himself. him; the former laboured most a siduously in It is not my intention to give, at this time, a his cause, and introduced him to a wide circle of regular account of his professional life. It has friends. His first celebrated painting, after his not much interest, though it is not without relurn from Italy, was, “ l'enus Rising from the anecdote, I shall probably revert to this topic Sea." It was this work hat brought him into at another opportunity. I shall now only dwell notice ; and I do not give my opinion rashly, upon those productions which have given him cewhen I pronounce it to be his best. It was in | lebrity in his profession. The world has generally the true i ste of ancient simplicity; it was exe agreed that his master-pieces are the paintings cuiel with a chistity which would have done which are exhibited at the Society for the Enhonour to the schouls of Greece: it had origin- couragement of Arts and Manufactures. The ality, strength, delicacy of pencil, and grace. origin of these works is said to have been proIt was conceived in a bold spirit of genius, and duced by a suggestion of Sir Joshua Reynolds, executed with the hand and industry of a master. who, in the times of their intimacy, proposed Barry never afterwards excelled it; for though in that Barry should employ his pencil to adorn the some of his pieces there is the flash of a more walls of St. Paul's Cathedral. To this there was sublime and perfect genius, and an execution of an objection, from a suspicion in the minds of

some people of great perity of conscience, and execute as well as he thought; and above all he delicacy in every thing that related to religion, I wanted humility ; for he left a lasting complaint that the proposed paintings would accord ill with impressed on every one of his pictures, that he was that simplicity and rejection of exterior orna too soon satisfied with himself. ment which the Protestant Church required. He was chiefly famous for a manly coarseness, Barry, whether convinced or not by the argu- and a vigour of imagination ; but his science was ments, was obliged to drop his intention, and ac. depraved by eccentricity; his imagination was cordingly he undertook to paint for the Society distempered by a rage of invention which proof Arts iu the Adelphi the celebrated pictures duced quaintness rather than novelty. He exhibiting the “ Progress of Civilization.” wanted grace because he disdained it; he wanted

These paintings are certainly the indications of taste, because he knew not in what it consisted; a very strong and original genius.—There is because he knew not that it was the case in which something very bold and sublime in the concep- genius must be set, and without which, it lost tion, and the strong and nianly parts are finished its powers of general captivation. with much art and industry. They are, indeed, But with all that is subtracted from him, so occasionally depraved by a kind of eccentricity, a much of solid excellence remains, that I do not sort of tortuosity of mind, which infected his hesitate to assert, that he is one of those Britisis whole character; his greatness is not without Artists who will live; and that the works of extravagance; his sublimity is sometimes rather West, Hogarth, and Barry, will Nourish in the adthe fury, than the perfection of invention.-miration and increasing praises of posterity, when However, of the more lofty and decided parts time shall moulder the canvass, and touch with of these works, I may venture to pronounce, his oblivious hand the naines of many, whose that the excellence is so uncommon and original, genius has been more fortunate, and professional and the defects comparatively so rare and minute, success more conspicuous. that they must ever distinguish the name of Barry had been employed, previous to his deallı, Barry among the British artists.-) must not, upon a work which has occupied many years of however, acquit these pieces with praise, even his life. It is at once metaphysical, mytholo. qualified as this is; justice compels me to say, gical, and religious. The subject was the Origin that in the minor, and what I would call the sub- of Evil, Grief, Pain, &c. &c. We believe it sidiary parts of these pictures, there is a want of is finished. Latterly, he remitted his labours delicacy of pencil, of grace, of cultivated and upon these pictures, for the sake of making a refined taste, and likewise of that indescribable portrait of Lord Nelson, which we understand something, which, in painting, as in every other is left unfinished. art, is the true inspiration and real mystery of In respect to the moral character of Barry, it genius.-In wanting these requisites, which the was not amiable. His temper was uncertain, pictures of this master are undoubtedly without, and occasionally brutal; his oddities rendered it they want that power of general delectation and unsafe to inix with him, and they were so offenpleasure which every beholder discovers, though sive, that they could not be submitted to, for he may not know to what cause he can impute it. || the sake of his genius. In his person he was

Without entering into a lengthened criticism, dirty and indifferent; in his deportment a sapermit me to say that the picture, presenting a vage; in his opinions fierce and obstinate; in his view of the Elysian Fields, and the Angel who general conduct various; always unpleasing, is guarding the avenue to Hell, is the best of the harsh, and repulsive. collection; the figure of the Angel, the attitude A subscription was collected for him a few and the expression, are almost beyond what we months back; and we believe a purchase of can expect from any modern genius. This figure an annuity of 1001. per ann. was made from a is of itself sufficient to preserve the name of banker. Sir Robert Peele, out of respect for Barry to a very late posterity.

Barry, offered the best terms; but he did not I now pass from his works.

live to receive the first quarter of his annuity ; of The general character of this painter is to be course, the generosity of Sir Robert's bargain recollected from the above remarks. He was a wards itself. Iain fearful I have encroached too painter who did not want genius, but industry to much upon your limits, and beg leave to remain, make him a master of his art. His strength Jay Sir, you 's, &c. in conceiving originally, and with manliness and

BcL-. good sense; but he wanted science and labour to

POETRY,

ORIGINAL AND SELECT.

TO SPRING. GAY Spring may spread her mantle round,

And deck anew the smiling lands, With blooming Now'rets clad the ground,

And scatter daisies from her hands. Summer may charm with cloudless skies,

And dress the landskip rich and gay, May bid the golden harvest rise,

Beneath the ripening beam of day. Autumn, her mellow beauties bring,

And boast her world of sober charms, On earth's green lap profusely Aling

Her fruits, and court us to her arms. Winter may boast his spotless white,

And hang with icicles around, Strew his transparent gems in sight,

And deck with frozen dew the ground. Still will the Season's beauties prove Nought to the charres of her I love.

TO AUTUMN.
Hail! sober Autuinn, lovely maid,

I love thy garb of russet hue,
I love to haunt thy leaf-strewn glade,

When deep impeail'd with morning dew. What tho' thou boast no blooming rose,

No vivid green, no summer glare,
Thiy calmness yields the mind repose,
And bid'st thy beauties blossom there.

TO WINTER.
COME, tyrant Winter, issue forth,

Clad in the horrors of the North, Come and plant thy icy hand,

And rudely desolate our land. Shake thy hoar and frozen locks,

O'er the barren broken rocks,
Aud if Ocean dare complain,

Bind him with an icy chain.
Bid thy bleak North East to blow,

Come on mountain clad with snow.
High amid the scowling storm,

Let me view thy frost clad form. Hide yon mountain's haughty brows,

Bid them groan beneath thy snow, Around be all thy terrors hurl'd,

And triumph o'er a conquer'd world.

I bade it no longer admire

The meteors that fancy had drest; I whisper'd 'twas time to retire,

And seek for a mansion of re-t. A chariner was lisi'ning the while,

Who caught up the tone of my lay ; Oh! ceme then she cried with a smile,

And I'll shew you the place and the way; I follow'd the witch to her home,

And I vow'd to be always her guest; “Never inore,” I exclaimed, will I roam

“ In quest of a mansion of rest.” But the sweetest of moments will fly;

Noi long was my fancy beguild, For too soon I confess'd, with a sigh,

That the Syren deceiv'd while she smil'd; Deep, deep did she stab the repose

Of my trusting and innocent breast, And the door of each avenue close

That led to the mansion of rest. Then Friendship entic'd me to stray

Thro’ the long magic wilds of romance; But I found that he meant to betray,

And I shrunk from the Sorcerer's glance; For experience had taught me to know

That the soul which reclin'd on his breast Might toss on the billows of woe,

But ne'er find a mansion of rest. Pleasure's path I determinid to try,

But Prudence I met on the way ; Conviction flash'd light from her eye,

And appear'd to illumine my day : She cried, (as she shew'd me a grave,

With nettles and wild Anwers drest, O'er which the dark cypress did wave,)

« Behold there the mansion of rest." She spoke and half vanish'd in air,

For she saw mild religion appear With a smile that would banish despair,

And dry up the penitent tear : Doubt and fear from my bosom were driven,

As, pressing the cross to her breast, And pointing serenely to heaven,

She shew'd the true mansion of rest.

THE MANSION OF REST. I Talk'd to my Muttering heart,

And I chid its wildl wandering ways; I charged it from folly to purt,

And to husband the best of its days;

ODE, WRITTEN AT THE OPENING OF THE YEAR. Lo! to his task the infant year Comes forth; no boding frown severe Scowls on his brow, with aspect mild, He seems of dove-ey'd Peace the child! No numbing wand his young limbs holds, No hoary vest his cors: infolds,

TO THE

BY MR.JERNINGHAM.

No angry blasts around him rave :--
The Spirit of the Storm sleeps in his icy cave. MEMORY OF THE LATE MRS. DUFF.

A monster wakes, still fiercer far,
His dark brow trench'd with many a scar;

To this sad grave no common grief invites,
His voice, as loud as Ocean's roar,
His sable armours stain'd with gore;

No stale display of sanctimonious rites :
S:ern War! his arm the plain

Domestic Virnes here, a droo; ing band, Crimsons with countless legions slain,

Around the hallow'd spot despiring stand!

And here their lov'd departed Mistress mourn, While round him Famine, dark Despair, And the wild grisly forms of Lust and Rapine | Torn from gay Life's short scene in morning's

From the fond Youth of her affection torn; glare.

bloom, Frantic each breathless corse he spurns, To feed the jaws of the relentless Tomb! His ardent eye with fury burns,

Ah! when she fell beneath Death's tyrant pow'r, Scard by his lurid frowns, the choir

The polish'd world then lost its beauteous flow'r ! Of weeping virtues sad retire;

In whose blest frame were happily conibin'd Far from the battle's horrid yell,

The feeling bosom and the illumin’d mind ! In peace and solitude to dwell,

A spirit finely touched by Nature's hand, Where no lorn widow's piercing wail,

Prompt to perform when Virtue gave command : No shriek, no dying groan, hangs heavy on the Prompt on Afiction's wound to pour relief, gale.

And bind the bleeding artery of Grief, But, with firm gaze, the deathless Muse, Friendship exclaim'd, while bursting tears ran Flis whirlwind course indignant views;

o'er, Sees him, for conquest, and for fame, “My prime, my stedfast fav’rite is no more !" Spread wide the wildly-wasting flame;

Affection, to the bosom still more dear, With lasting infamy she brands

Shrunk at th' event, and dropp'd her warmest His laurels rent from ravag'd lands;

tear; Then borne on seraph wings sublime,

Religion rais'd her sacred hand on high, She turns from fields of blood, and seeks a milder

And said, “ See Innocence ascend the sky !" clime.

ANACREONTIC.
How long, alas! must Nature mourn
Her fairest works by rapine torn,

Suun the glass, Belinda cries,
And tremble as the clarion's breath

Wine holds but a brief doininion; Excites her sons to deeds of death?

And those half-animated eyes While, red, before her streaming eyes,

Will steal no heart in iny opinion. The flames from burning hamlets rise,

Shun the bottle's tempting sight, Where, lost her babes, the mother stands,

And give to other joys the night. And calls on Heav'n for aid, and frenzied wrings

What, Belinda, dost thou say? her hands.

Wine can in thy absence cheer me; When shall again, at dawning day,

Would'st thou take the charm away Wak'd by the shrill lark's matin lay,

That brings thy beauteous image near me ? In safety o'er the furrow'd soil,

Wine, though distant thou may'st be, The peasant hasten to his toil;

Gives me, dearest maid! to thee, And, at mild eve, his labour done,

When given ʼmong convivial friends, Blithe carol to the setting sun;

Toasts various as the crew assembled; Blest once more in his lowly cot,

Though Delia from my tongue ascends, To clasp his wife belov’d, each gloomy care for Belinda on its accents trembled. got?

Whate'er my truant tongue decree, Soon may ye dawn, auspicious hours !

My heart, Belinda, drinks to thee. Then bright-ey'd Pleasure, crown'd with Abuse not wine then, dearest maid, flow'rs,

The sad resource to which I'm driven; Shall lead the dance in shady dell;

Who drinks thy coolness to evade, While feeble Age past woes shall tell,

By thee sure ought to be forgiven. And gain a sigh from Pity meek:

Intoxicated though he be, Then rosy Love, with dimpled cheek,

Less with the slander'd wine than thee. His light hair floating round his head,

Q. IN THE CORNER, Shall to the laughing gale his snowy banner || Wolverhampton, spread.

Feb. 5, 1806. No. !. l'ol, I.

ADDRESSED TO BELINDA.

A LEARNED LADY,

VISITED IN HER STUDY BY OBERON, KING OF

THE FAIRIES.

All hail to War! it huiis just vengeance down

On the false foe, regardless of all laws :-
To arms! to arms! let's rush to gain the crown,

Or nobly fall in our lov'd country's cause.

What saw he there? no silken robes,
But quadrants, telescopes, and globes,

In learn'd confusion pilld,
And pickled toads, and ponderous books,
And pot-hooks, diagrams, and crooks

The Elfin monarch smil'd.
Bertha was in a reverie,
An open folio on her knee,

Her finger on her cheek;
Ho, ho," quoth Oberon, “ I vow
The mystery's unravel'd now

The lady studies Greek.” The king advanc'd, and bowing said, “ Your eyes are bright, my charining maid,

But one seems somewhat bloody.” Ah, sire,'cried Bertha, with a sigh, • Who can preserve a cloudless eye,

And stick to midnight study?' Your fingers, too, would sure display Their rosy tips more clear, if they

From stains were freed." ( 'Tis only ink, my lord, and know I prize the glorious tints that shew,

I write as well as read.' “ Mistaken maid, the king replied, Why shall the gloomy mists of pride

Extinguish beauty's beam ? Ah why, why cause the female mind, For ev'ry native sweet design'd,

With pedant's weeds to teem !"

THE BEECH TREE'S PETITION.

O LEAVE this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, spare the Beechen Tree!
Though bush or fow'ret never grow
My dark unfruitful shade below;
Nor suminer bud perfume the dew
Of rosy blush, or yellow hue;
Nor fruits of Autumn, blossom-born,
My green and glossy leaves adorn;
Nor murm’ring tribes from me derive
Th' ambrosial amber of the hive;
Yet leave this barren spot to me:
Spare, wondman, spare the Beechen Tree!

Thrice twenty summers I have seen
The sky grow bright, the forest green;
And many a wint'ry wind have stood
In bloomless, fruitless, solitude,
Since childhood in my pleasant bow's
First spent its sweet and sportive hour;
Since youthful lovers in my shade
Their vows of truth and rapture made,
And on my trunk's surviving frame
Carv'd many a long forgotten name.
Oh! by the sighs of gentle sound,
First breath'd upon this sacred ground;
By all that Love hath whisper'd here,
Or Beauty heard with ravish'd ear;
As Love's own altar honour me,
Spare, woodman, spare the Beechen Tree!

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PRAISE OF WAR.

A WINTER SONG. All hail to War! the Warrior's hardy life

Now Winter is come, with his cold chilling Exalts the vigour of the glowing mind,

breath, The body strengthens midst the martial strife,

And the verdure has dropp'd from the trees; And forms to nobler acts and thoughts resin'd.

All nature seem’d touch'd with the finger of death,
War has its good, from slumber's listiess chain

And the streams are beginning to freeze.
It wakes the gallant youth, and points to fame; | When wanton young lads on the rivers can slide,
Here-here's the palm, who struggles may obtain

And Flora attends us no more;
The palm of Virtue dear-a deathless name.

When abundance awaits on your bright fire-side, War has its good, amidst its virtuous strife

Forget not the wants of the Poor! All vulgar fancies vanish from the soul,

When the cold feather'd snow-drops in fleeces The art it teaches of contemning life,

descend, And swells above the Passions' low controul.

And wbiten the prospect around; All hail 10 War! 'tis noble souls alone,

When the keen cuiting wind from the North Who dauntless c:n the steps of glory tread ;

does attend, All hail to War! that gives the immortal crown,

Hard incrustating over the ground;
And yields a place among the noblest dead.

When the hills and the dales are all candied with
What image that, which, veil'd in clouds of white;
Heav'n,

When the rivers congeal to the shore;
A nation follows with applauding tears? When the bright twinkling stars shall proclaim a
'Tis thee! bright Nelson, to thy country giv'n,

cold night, The glorious stock of war such harvest bears! Then remember the state of the Poor!

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