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both in public and private, for his worth and acquirements. I have understood that the Rev. James Beresford has lately published a work that had long lain in MS. written by his father, but with its nature or merits I have not the fortune to be acquainted. It has been said that the father of these gentlemen was the person who introduced the rice culture into South Carolina. He planted it on the high lands, in which situations it was long cultivated, until a Col. Wilkinson of that state transferred it to the swamps, where it is now produced with such success. Such are the particulars which I have been enabled to collect of two writers, who, though of unequal merit, yet both deserve a place in our literary annals, and whose ancestor appears to have conferred an equal benefit upon our country, by having introduced into it one of the most valuable of our agricultural staples.

: LYSIS.

THE RETURN OF AUTUMN.

THE smile of heaven again is shed.
On those who till the teeming soil;
The fear of sterile fields is fled,

And plenty cheers the home of toil.
Earth yields her annual gifts again,
And every grateful heart reveres
That earliest art whose equal reign
Recalls the pure primæval years.

Though nature, far in eastern climes,
Rich plains and blooming valleys shows,
Yet freedom's hand, in coming times,
Shall dress a fairer spot than those :
For well has time's dark record shown
That man, enslaved, and taught to bow
Before a tyrant's gorgeous throne,
Can never venerate the plough.

But here shall art with ploughmen talk,
And science wear the wheaten crown,
And here the undying genius walk

Of him who drew the lightning down :
And here shall nature's wealth o'erspread
The earth, as erst in nature's morn,
White flocks in fragrant pastures fed,
And grassy meads, and golden corn.

C.

LETTER FROM AN ARTIST IN ITALY.

[We insert with great pleasure, and with many thanks to the contributor, the following very interesting Letter from a Gentleman who has resided in Italy during the greater part of the last half-century.]

My Dear Sir,

Florence, 8th April, 1825.

I HAVE to acknowledge the receipt of your kind favours of the 10th of July, and 10th of December of last year; the latter, along with the several accompanying papers, brought by Mr. Weir, a very amiable young man, who, from what little I have seen, promises, I think, to make a figure some day in the art. I thank you, particularly, for Mr. Verplanck's Discourse, whick I read with much pleasure, and know of no amateur who could compose so sensible and elegant a one on the subject. Were there a number of such in every country, it would go a great way to promote and elevate the arts. I should have been glad to have had a catalogue of your exhibition, and hope you will favour me with one of some other, marking the works that possessed most merit. I oughtto have answered your letter of the 10th of July by the same vessel, but as she went to another port to load, there were but a few days for that purpose, and they were lost in waiting for a letter from Benvenuti, who wished to write to the Academy; but being so much taken up with his work for the Pitti palace, he put it off from day to day, until it was too late. Artists in general, you know, are but negligent correspondents. The diploma for Trentanove (not Thorwaldsen, as you say in your last,) was forwarded to him by a Genoese artist, a friend of his, who was then on his return to Rome. I am glad to hear that things have taken so favourable a turn for the academy, and that your collection of casts has been so much increased, and hope the young students will profit by it, for it appears to me, that like the English, they get to painting too soon, before they are founded in drawing; and it is difficult to go back to it afterwards. The opposite extreme is run into in Italy, where they draw too much, and paint too little. But the greatest misfortune of all, in my opinion, is, that the practice of every young man putting himself under some master is entirely abolished, in consequence of which, the young student is in the same state with those in the infancy of the art, where every thing was to be discovered by the sagacity of the individual; and the best part of life is spent in discovering and acquiring the practical part of execution which a few lessons from a master of eminence, and seeing him paint, would soon overcome. Add to this, that the stu

dent had an opportunity of seeing the whole progress of a great work from the beginning to the end, and even of executing part of it under the direction of his master, who had, on his part, the advantage of shortening his labour by the assistance of his scholars. By this method, the student became a proficient in execution before the years of manhood, and when he afterwards became a master himself, and had to paint his own inventions, the practical part followed without difficulty or exertion. How different it is now, I believe every one will acknowledge, who has been left to his own direction in the art. For myself, I remember well how I was puzzled when I began to paint, and after going over a head two or three times, I was no farther advanced than at the beginning. I had no idea of glazing or finishing with light touches or scumbling, and went on embroiling myself more and more with my body-colour, and the farther I went on the more it was muddled and heavy.-Of late years, the Academy in Italy, sensible of this inconvenience, have appointed a professor of painting, who has an apartment in the Academy, and is to instruct the students in the practice of painting; but the consequence of this is, that all become the disciples of but one master, and consequently all paint in his manner, whereas in the good olden time every one chose a master according to his particular taste, and thus in every great city, a greater variety of manners was produced. Besides this, in former times the students were constantly with their masters as inmates in their houses, and were employed in assisting them in their works; but at present, all that is required, is, to look now and then at what they are doing, and giving them instructions in its progress, whilst he is carrying on his own work from beginning to end in his private study, without, perhaps, their ever seeing it till it is finished, depriving thus both himself and them of the mutual advantage which might be derived from a more intimate union.Academies are certainly of use in procuring the materials of study, (especially out of Italy ;) but they have thisin convenience, that they foster the idea that a young man may acquire the art at no expense, whereas by prolonging his studies to two or three times as much as would be required under a good master, they in fact cost more than by paying a sum to learn it, and the best part of life is spent before the artist is in a way of procuring a livelihood. There is no example, I believe, of any ancient painter having acquired the art without a master.

I have to thank you for having procured me the acquaintance of Mr. Rogers, who, after staying here some time, went on to Rome, and as I have not seen him since, I suppose he took anVol. I.

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other route on his return. He is a gentlemanly well-informed young man.

The sum you mention of $40,000 for the equestrian statue of Washington (if colossal) appears too small, for here the casting merely would cost that sum.

Florence, 9th April, 1825.

*** As I have here the advantage of a spacious apartment, 1 mean to attempt something, on a scale, larger (at least as to composition) than any thing I have hitherto executed, and shall probably afterwards confine myself to small works, as I cannot expect, at my age, to be much longer able to go through the fatigue of longer ones. My exertions have of late been much interrupted by indisposition, which, though not serious, has retarded my progress considerably. As this climate is too severe during a great part of the year for my age and constitution, I mean to return to Rome in a year or two, where I shall have little occasion for those local conveniences I enjoy here, and which are there more difficult to be got, from the immense concourse of artists that renders good and commodious painting-rooms scarce and of comparatively high rents. Here the artists live much more secluded from each other, than at Rome, and seem actuated by a little mean jealousy, which prevents that sociability and communication of ideas serving to unbend the mind of an artist, whilst they improve it. Finding therefore so little of this kind of society, and mixed companies, where nothing interests me, rather a fatigue than relaxation, I live very retired, and amuse myself chiefly by painting during the day, and reading at night. We have, however, some British families, whom I visit occasionally. Having so little acquaintance with the artists, I know but little of their works. Benvenuti is decidedly the first for composition and drawing, but of late, he seems to have paid less attention to colouring than formerly, and having been for several years occupied on a work in fresco, in the Pitti palace, (containing the life of Hercules,) this mode of painting, though it is of great service in giving a facility and quickness of execution, is, I think, detrimental to colouring, as it is there less necessary, than in oil, though there are examples of some who have coloured equally well in fresco, as in oil, particularly Guercino and Pietro da Cortona, the first of whom I look upon as the greatest fresco painter, for effect and colour, that ever lived.-Benvenuti is paid 10,000 Florentine crowns for this work, which is something more than as many dollars.

TO A MUSQUITO.

FAIR insect! that with thread-like legs spread out,
And blood-extracting bill, and filmy wing,
Dost murmur, as thou slowly sail'st about,

In pitiless ears full many a plaintive thing,
And tell'st how little our large veins should bleed
Would we but yield them freely to thy need;

Unwillingly, I own, and what is worse,

Full angrily men list to thy complaint;
Thou gettest many a brush, and many a curse,
For saying thou art gaunt, and starved, and faint;
Even the old beggar, while he asks for food,
Would kill thee, hapless stranger, if he could.

I call thee stranger, for the town, I ween,
Has not the honour of so proud a birth;
Thou com'st from Jersey meadows, broad and green,
The offspring of the gods, though born on earth:
For Titan was thy sire; and fair was she,
The ocean-nymph that nursed thy infancy.

Beneath the rushes was thy cradle swung,

And when at length thy spotted wings grew strong,
Abroad to gentle airs their folds were flung,

Rose in the sky, and bore thee soft along;
The south wind breathed, to waft thee on thy way,
And danced and shone beneath the billowy bay.

And calm, afar, the city's spires arose,

Thence did'st thou hear the distant hum of men,

And, as its grateful odours met thy nose,

Didst seem to smell thy native marsh again :
"And we will see the world!" in transport cried
The tuneful crew of brethren by thy side.

At length thy pinions fluttered in Broadway,--
Ah, there were fairy steps, and white necks kissed
By wanton airs, and eyes whose killing ray

Shone through the snowy veils like stars through mist! And fresh as morn, on many a cheek and chin, Bloomed the bright blood through the transparent skin.

Oh, these were sights to touch an anchorite!

What do I hear thy slender voice complain?

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