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    talk she is , and that she visits pranked up like a queeti ^ of the Ma y , with greet * streamers , —a good-natured W 03 Tian though , '\ vliich is as much as you can expect from a friend's \ vife , whom you got acquainted with a bachelor . Somethings , too , about Monkey * which can ' t so well be written , —how it set up for a fine lady , and thought it had got lovers , and was obliged to be convinced of its age from the parish register ,

    when it was proved to be only twelve , and an edict issued that it should not give itself airs yet these four years ; and how it got leave to be called Miss , by grace r these and such like hows were in my head to tell you ; but who can write ? Also how Manning came to town in spectacles , and studies physic ; is melancholy , and seems to have something in his head which he don ' t impart . Then , how I am going to leave off smoking . O la!—Your Leonardos of Oxford made my mouth water . I was hurried

    through the gallery , and they escaped me . What do I say ? I was a Goth then , and should not . have noticed them , I had not settled my notions of beauty . I have now for erer ; the small head , the long eye , that sort of peering curve , the wicked Italian mischief , the stick-at-nothirig-Herodias * -daughter kind of grace . You understand me . But you disappoint me in passing over in absolute silence the Blenheim Leonardo . Did you not see it ? E xcuse a lover ' s curiosity * I have

    seeti no pictures of note since , except Mr . Dawe ' s gallery . It is curious to see how differently two great men treat the same subject , yet both excellent in their way : for instance , Milton and Mr . Dawe ; Mr . I > awe has chosen to illustrate the story of Sampson exactly in the point of view in which Milton has been most happy , the interview between the Jewish hero , blind and captive , and Dalilah . Milton has imagined his . locks

    grown again , strong as horse hair or porcupine ' s bristles , doubtless shaggy and black , as being hair " which of a nation armed contained the strength . " I don ' t remember he says black ; but could Milton imagine them to be yellow ? do you ? Mr . Dawe , with striking originality of conception , has crowned him with a thin yellow wig , ia colour precisely like to I ) yson ' s , in curl and quantity resembling Mrs . Professor ' s : his limbs r ^ tjher stout , about such a man as my brother or Rickman ; but no Atlas ,

    npr Hercules , nor yet so bony as Dubois , the clown of Sadler ' s Wells . This was judicious , taking the spirit of the Btory rather than the fact ;

    for doubtless God could communicate national salvation to the trust of flax and tow as well as hemp and cordage , and could draw down a temple with a golden tress as soon as with the cables of the British navy . Miss Dawe is about a portrait of sulky F , but Miss Dawe is of opinion that her subject is neither reserved nor sullen , and doubtless she Will , persuade the picture to be of the same opinion . However , the features are tolerably like . Too much of Dawes ! Wasn ' t you sorry for liord Nelson ? I have followed him in fancy ever since I saw him

    talking in Pall Mali , ( I was prejudiced against him before , ) looking just as a hero should look , and I have been very much cut about it indeed . He was the only pretence of a great man we had . Nobody is left of any name at all . J ^ is , . secretary clie 4 fry ,-his , side , I imagined him , a Mr . Scott , to be the man you met at Hume ' s , but I learn from Mr * , H uqa © that it is do ( the saine . I nje ^ ftlrs . , H-jj—y-y one day and $ gree 4 to go pn the Sunday to tea , but the rain prevented us and the distance . I have been . to Apologize , and we are to dine there the first fine Sunday I Strange MYtirmS&L ) 1 * &tmfi& \ Vhitt ^< h ^ &e ^ t £ M * tiott l go iofindL

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    288 Musical Ccrtimenla ? i& * l > y tk& $ ate Charles Lamb .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), April 2, 1835, page 236, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2644/page/12/