ture, painting could not object to share exclusion with her sister arts; but that as sculpture, and music, and painting are admitted, and as many of the highest authorities in the Church have expressed their approbation at such admission, your petitioner earnest ly hopes that your honourable house will not think it a subject over which you ought to have no control. That most of the historieal productions painted in this country, by which its reputation has been raised, have been executed, not as in Italy and Greece, in consequence of encouragement, but in spite of difficulties. That Barry painted the Adelphi for nothing; that Hogarth adorned the Foundling for nothing; that Reynolds offered to grace St. Paul's by his pencil, and yet was refused. That historical pictures the full size of life being inadmissible into private houses from the nature of their execution, and such pictures being the only ones that have given countries their fame, where art has flourished; as the leading authorities of those countries were always the patrons of such productions, and from the expense attendant on their execution could alone be so, your petitioner humbly hopes your honourable house will not think it beneath its dignity to interfere, and by a regular distribution of a small part of the public wealth, place historical painting and its professors on a level with those of the other departments of the arts. "That your petitioner (if he may be permitted to allude to his own misfortunes), has devoted 19 years to the study of historical painting; that his productions have been visited by thousands in Eng land and in Scotland; that he has received signs of regard and esti ་ mation from many of the most celebrated men in Europe; that the day after he was imprisoned, he was greeted by a distinguished honour from a foreign academy; but that historical pictures of the size of life being ill-adapted to private patronage, he has been overwhelmed by the immense ex pense of such undertakings. That he has been torn from his home and his studies; and all the materials of his art, collected with the greatest care from all parts of the world, the savings and accumula tion of his life, have been seized. That he is now in the King's bench, separated from his family and his habits of employment, and will have to begin life again, with his prospects blighted, and the means by which alone he could pursue his art, scattered and destroyed. "That your petitioner prays you would take the situation of the art into your consideration, more es pecially at a time when large sums are expending upon the erection of new churches, a very inconsider able fraction of which would im prove those sacred edifices, and ef fectually rescue historical painting and its professors from their present state of discouragement. And he humbly prays you to ap point such a committee as investi gated the subject of the Elgin mar bles, to inquire into the state of en couragement of historical painting, and to ascertain the best method of preventing, by moderate and judicious patronage, those who devote their lives to such honour able pursuits, so essential (as your committee has affirmed) to science, literature, and art, from ending their days in prison and in dis grace. And your petitioner will ever pray, &c. &c. "B. R. HAYDON." POETRY. STYRIAN EVENING-HYMN TO THE VIRGIN. From "A Tour in Germany and some of the Southern Provinces of the FADING, still fading, the last beam is shining; Safety and innocence fly with the light, Temptation and danger walk forth with the night; From the fall of the shade, till the matin shall chime, Ave Maria! hear when we call, Mother of him, who is brother of all: Feeble and failing, we trust in thy might; In doubting and darkness, thy love be our light; Let us sleep on thy breast, while the night-taper burns, HOPE AND MEMORY. From Joanna Baillie's Collection of Poems. HOPE. NAY, sister, what hast thou to boast Whose happiest thought is but the ghost Soon as the hop'd-for thing appears, And is no more the fancied good. That which they loathe, despise, detest. True, sister, true! in every age With Wisdom's joy and Reason's care. Emmas and Lauras at thy shrine Think life is love, and love is law, And they may choose just whom they will. HOPE. Say is not mine the early hold On man? whose heart I make my own And, long e'er thy dull tale be told, And slowly gain thy heavy store, My worlds and wonders to explore. Thou lend'st him help, to read, to spell, To win a throne, to wed a queen. MEMORY. True, to thy fairy world he goes, When truth is heard and only truth? · On me the quiet few rely, For Memory's store is certain gain; For aid to thee the wretched fly, The poor resource of grief and pain. My friends like lawful traders deal With just accounts, with real views; But thine as losing gamesters feel, Who stake the more the more they lose. HOPE. And they are right, for thus employ❜d And 'tis a cheerful game they play. What hours for care or grief remain. You say the rash, the young, the bold, Are mine, and mine they are, 'tis true; But, sister, art thou sure the old And grave are not my subjects too? Struck by the palsy's powerful blow, The sage physician feels my aid MEMORY. Vain of thy victories, thus misled Which wretches long and die to hear. And soon as heard thy witching sound, |