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قراءة كتاب The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 365, April 11, 1829

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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
Volume 13, No. 365, April 11, 1829

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 365, April 11, 1829

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illustrative of our Saviour's ministry, as also by marble statues representing the Virtues, &c. The entablature bears an inscription relative to the occasion and date of this building being erected in the last century. The interior is plain, and more conspicuous for an accumulation of dirt and dust (a very common characteristic of Berlin) than of ornament; the four-and-twenty Corinthian columns, however, which contribute their support to the dome are imposing in their appearance. The high altar and sacristy are constructed in a recess formed by the annexation of a small chancel to the rotunda. This church, built of freestone, stands in an angle of the Place des Gens d' Armes, immediately behind the great Salle des Spectacles (schauspielhaus) or theatre, in one of the finest squares of Berlin. With the exception of a few small chapels, it is the only Catholic place of worship in that city, the religion of Prussia being chiefly Lutheran.

J.R.


HOGARTH.

(For the Mirror.)

An interesting discovery of paintings by Hogarth, viz. "The Modern Midnight Conversation," and the "Hudson's Bay Company's Porters going to Dinner," was made about three years' ago, upon the demolition of the old Elephant public-house, Fenchurch-street.4 The pictures were the undoubted productions of Hogarth, something more than one hundred years since, at which time he lodged there. The house was known as the Elephant and Castle, where it had been customary for the parochial authorities to have an entertainment, the celebration of which, from some cause, was unexpectedly removed to Harry the Eighth's head, opposite, and still in the same line of business. This removal being mentioned to our artist on his return home at night, irritated him not a little, at what he considered the neglect with which he had been treated in not being invited as formerly. He therefore went over to the King's Head, where some discussion took place, which it is supposed was not very amicable, as he left them (as the clock indicates, at past four in the morning,) threatening to stick them all up on the walls of the tap-room in the Elephant and Castle, which, as an eminent modern artist said, most emphatically, upon his first seeing the picture after it had been removed and placed on canvass,—Hogarth had done Con Amore.

The proposition being made to the host, he agreed to wipe out Hogarth's score upon his completing the picture, which attracted much company; so that, although the house lost the dinner party, it gained by persons coming to see the parochial authorities stuck up on the walls. Some time after, the score again raised its head, when mine host, for the purpose of clearing it off, and to make the tap-room more uniform, proposed to Hogarth the subject of the Hudson's Bay Company's porters going to dinner; they at that time, as they still do, frequenting the house. This picture represents Fenchurch-street as it appeared more than a century ago, with the old Magpie and Punch Bowl public-house in the distance, which house has not long since been taken down. The Elephant public-house was taken down and rebuilt in 1826, and is now occupied by Mrs. Eaton, in whose family the business has been for more than a hundred years, and from whom these particulars have been obtained. The first named picture is considered to be the original from which Hogarth afterwards painted the one known as the "Modern Midnight Conversation," in which there are one or two figures less than in the original. Orator Henley and the other principal characters, occupy the same situation in both performances.

Mr. Soane, the architect, upon hearing of the present condition of the pictures, said, that he in early life, while at Rome, knew that various attempts had been made for the purpose of removing oil paintings from walls, but without success, and expressed himself highly gratified at the result of the exertions of the persons who bought and removed them at no small risk and expense, viz. Mr. Lyon, 5, Apollo-buildings, East-street, Walworth, and Mr. H.E. Hall, a Leicestershire gentleman of great ingenuity; who have placed them for sale in the gallery of Mr. Penny, in Pall Mall.

A CONSTANT READER.


Old Poets.


AMBITION.

Ambition is a vulture vile,

That feedeth on the heart of pride,

And finds no rest, when all is tried,

For worlds cannot confine the one

Th' other lists and bounds hath none

And both subvert the mind, the state,

Procure destruction, envy, hate.

S. DANIELL.


HEAVEN.

In this great temple richly beautified,

Pav'd all with stars, dispers'd on Sapphire flower,

The clerk is a pure angel sanctified,

The Judge our High Messiah full of power,

The Apostles his assistants every hour,

The jury saints, the verdict innocent,

The sentence, come ye blessed to my tent.

The spear that pierc'd his side, the writing pen,

Christ's blood the ink, red ink for prince's name,

The vailes great breach, the miracles for men,

The sight is show of them that long dead came

From their old graves, restored to living fame.

And that last, signet passing all the rest,

Our souls discharg'd by consummatum est.

Here endless joy is their perpetual cheer

Their exercise, sweet songs of many parts.

Angels their choir, whose symphony to hear

Is able to provoke conceiving hearts

To misconceive of all enticing art

The ditty praise, the subject is the Lord,

That times their gladsome spirit to this accord.

TH. STOKER.


DEATH.

Is't not God's deed whatever thing is done

In heaven and earth? Did not he all create

To die again? all ends that were begun;

Their times in his eternal books of fate

Are written sure, and have their certain date,

Who then can strive with strong necessity,

That holds the world in his still changing state?

Or shun the death ordain'd by destiny,

When hour of death is come, let none ask whence or why.

SPENSER.


FRAUD.

Fraud showed in comely clothes a lovely look,

An humble cast of eye, a sober pace;

And so sweet speech, a man might her have took

For him that said "Hail Mary full of grace;"

But all the rest deformedly did look.

As full of filthiness and foul disgrace;

Hid under long, large garments that she wore,

Under the which, a poisoned knife she bore.

SIR J. HARRINGTON.


VIRTUE.

What one art thou thus in torn weeds yclad?

Virtue, in price, whom ancient sages had—

Why poorly clad? for fading goods past care—

Why double fac'd? I mark each fortunes rare;

This bridle, what? mind's rages to restrain—

Why bear you tools? I love to take great pain—

Why wings? I teach above the stars to fly—

Why tread your death? I only cannot die.

WYAT.


TEMPERANCE.

Of all God's works which doth this world adorn,

There is none more fair and excellent

Than is man's body, both for power and form,

Whilst it is kept in sober government,

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