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accordance with the canon laid down by one who had some experience in domestic affairs. Thanks to the habit our proximate paternal progenitor had of reading the Scriptures from his youth up, and of making frequent annotations and comments on our back of the canon aforesaid, we never brought down his gray hairs in sorrow to the grave, nor we were never spoiled; although, on considering the painfulness of the process of preserving us in our innocence and freshness, on the whole, we do not know but what we would rather have taken the risk of getting a little defaced than of getting so tremendously cut up. But here we are becoming personal, and are slightly digressing: so, to turn away completely from the subject - -a piece of impoliteness for which we ask the reader's pardon- let us direct our attention to Tommy, that amber gem of the orient, that saffron incarnation of Cupid, that juvenile impostor, that emphatically 'played-out' Yeddonian, who is pictured in every conceivable and possible attitude, except standing on his head. He looks complacently down on us with, we are sure, the most friendly feeling which it is possible for a foreigner and an unnatural-eyes'd Japanese heathen to indulge in, although the appearance of the scimitar he holds so firmly in his hand, would lead one who is not very intimately acquainted with his disposition, to think, perhaps, that the boy's intentions were not very good. However, as Tommy is no longer an object of attraction, in spite of all the amusement he once afforded us, with the proverbial ingratitude of republics, which we, as a steadfast republican, feel bound to exhibit, our eyes soon wander away from his picture and now rest on that of the 'great American tragedian,' who with his original scowl, aboriginal visage, and unaboriginal 'imperial' and side-whiskers, looks like positively the last of the noble Mohican family, succumbing gloomily to the inflexible sway of the tailor and barber, while he looks down gravely on a striking likeness of the infant phenomenon and marvel and knight of pugilistic renown, to wit, the 'Benicia Boy,' who gazes as unconcerned, as though he had never had his name in the papers, nor had not been at Farnborough, nor any other village, nor was not the Van Amburgh who had made the British Lion gnash his teeth and roar and shake his shaggy head, and then give his paw in the most Christian, forgiving, polite and conciliatory manner possible for such a beast to give it in, to him the Infant Phenomenon aforesaid. And here is our 'old hero' and general, too, who is made to frown on us as savagely as though he had taken to cannibalism, and was in the habit of eating at least a half-a-dozen like us every day, as a sort of luncheon. This idea the distinguished artist who captured him has not diminished by adding to the accessories of the picture or subject a ferocious-looking sword, which the General is made to grasp in the most blood-thirsty and exterminating manner conceivable. When we think of the reputation the 'old hero' has for kindness and suavity of manner, and, on the other hand, of the disagreeable impression gotten of him from this picture, we are of the opinion that he ought to commence a libel suit against the malicious artist immediately, or send him with a lettre de cachet to Fort Lafayette.

Now we come to something different from any thing we have yet seen, something highly edifying, devotional, angelical and soul-lifting- a female in a

grass-green dress, kneeling in a superbly and inimitably pious attitude, on a red velvet cushion, in a luxurious and fashionably-furnished apartment, from the window of which we think we are justified in saying, an enchanting view of the surrounding country is obtainable, that is, if one can judge by the entrancing, though rather limited patch of landscape which we get in the perspective. The design and execution of this likeness are worthy of no matter what amount of admiration and study; the red-velvet cushion is, we are convinced, emblematic of the intense fervor of the female's devotion, which we would here suggest, though not positively assert, might otherwise be the subject of doubt in the minds of some uncharitable, hypocritical and sniffing, suspicious people; the aristocratic surroundings illustrate, we will venture to say, the soothing belief that there is nothing to prevent one in any sphere of life, no matter how hollow or how gorgeous and exalted, from being religious, if he will only make an effort; and beyond a doubt, the grass-green dress typifies the gushing freshness, youth and innocence of the devout wearer of it. Truly, art is not retrograding, and piety, thanks to the dime novels and Sunday papers, is still a nice thing to practise.

The next likeness is that of a young gentleman, gotten up in the most sombre style by the person who makes his outside habiliments. The young man is seated by a table, on which his left arm rests with a careless, if not an utterly reckless sort of air; even the high-born and daring Tappertit could not assume such a gloomy manner. Judging by the expression on his face, the youth is not at all happy; but perhaps he feels it absolutely incumbent on him not to appear happy; and then again, perhaps his knitted brows, his negligently knotted neck-tie, and carefully turned-down shirt-collar, and his admirably disordered hair, in which the fingers of his right-hand are thrust, are the melancholy results of reading 'Childe Harold' and other equally dreadful misanthropic productions. O my Lord Byron! how many young men you have made miserable, and how many promising youths have taken to the exhilarating beverage from Holland, through your pernicious example, only persons of the temperance persuasion can tell!

Let us turn from the unhappy youth to this 'counterfeit presentment' of the sole possessor of the affections of some antiquated spinster, or childless spouse: a curly-haired immaculate lap-dog; not one of your plebeian animals, subsisting on eleemosynary aid, the gleanings of the gutters, and the shambles, or the cold victuals of the kitchen; but a saucy, over-petted, over-fed, impertinent puppy, with a horribly dissipated look about the eyes, betokening late hours and irregular living. The animal was evidently spoiled in his infancy, by the corrupting and enervating habits which puppies of his breed are sure to acquire when not compelled to provide for themselves when young. Yes, and it would not be too much to say, that if it does not get what it wants, it will bark and snarl as much as though it were the most obedient, industrious, docile, and well-behaved puppy in all dogdom; so high is its opinion of itself, and so amazingly impudent and overbearing is it, when it does not get its own way. Now, how different, we may conjecture, is the manner of that red-collared, sleek-looking, brindled tabby in the likeness near it; a most un

assuming, contented, and unobtrusive cat, we will warrant; not at all given to gluttonous or lazy habits; not biting nor snarling at one when spoken to; but good-humoredly rubbing against you, and winking most knowingly, and purring too, in the blandest tones possible, to evince her pleasure at your noticing her. Tabby is, without doubt, a treasure to the old lady who is the possessor of her, even if her catship does so far forget herself sometimes as to indulge in nocturnal serenades, on the roofs of the houses in her neighborhood, to the disturbance and discomfiture of those who have no ear for such vocal music as time out of mind cats have given vent to. Nine times nine (lives) to you, tabby, and to your mistress, the gentle Tabitha.

Now, behold a parsee, a genuine fire-worshipper, robed in his shirt of congenial hue; his glazed hat stuck jauntily on his head; his coat pendent from bis arm; his trowsers rolled up a la Moses in New-York, and a cigar thrust in a rakish, swaggering style in the corner of his mouth! What a pretty picture he makes, gazing affectionately and patronizingly at the burnished speakingtrumpet before him! A chivalrous and an enterprising youth is he, you had better believe; and one who knows his 'biz,' and a thing or two, 'you bet;' and one whose knowledge of practical hydraulics is fathomless; and one whose acquaintance with the history and capabilities of the various 'machines' of the town is of the most intimate and astonishingly familiar character. With all this, he is evidently an ambitious youth, too; we are sure he possesseth the weakness of great minds; he yearneth to be distinguished; he aspireth to be 'chief;' he believeth he has the qualities which fit men to command; he dreameth of a wooden statue of himself, to be erected by a grateful people, and he looketh forward to the fruition of his hopes with impatience. We salute thee, aspiring fire-worshipper; we take off our hat to thee, and now take our leave of thee, too.

Next we come to what we have no hesitation to pronounce, and declare to be without prevarication, a picture of a suburban cottage. A duly and properly laticed verandah surrounds it; a sky of a rather bilious complexion overarches it, and a verdigris lawn occupies the fore-ground. A charming view of domestic happiness this picture presents. The occupants of the little cottage are enjoying themselves on the somewhat limited lawn, without any fear, apparently, of the sun and wind; though neither shaded nor sheltered, they are all bare-headed, and without the usual out-door garments on; however, as it is rather uncertain whether the sun is shining or the wind is blowing on them, it may, possibly, be of no consequence how they are attired. The juvenile portion of the interesting group, with recently-washed faces, and in their best frocks and suits, are innocently disporting themselves on the verdigris aforesaid, and their doting, fond parents are sitting in the most carefully studied and artistically natural attitudes they could assume for the occasion. Really, over this specimen of the daguerrean art any one would grow enthusiastic; the scene is so true to nature, so life-like; and it affords such a rare glimpse of connubial bliss and of suburban felicity.

There is no mistaking the calling of the original of this next likeness; piety, it is patent, is his stock-in-trade, and judging from the comfortable-look

ing folds of adipose tissue, tucked away under his chin, it is not a hungry calling either. Robed in full canonicals, with his hands clasped placidly in his otherwise unoccupied lap; his countenance wearing an ineffably saccharine expression; his eyes very properly and professionally lifted ceilingward, he looks the perfect model of the modern fashionable 'legate of the skies,' the Reverend Honeyman of a large flock of lambs, unusually shorn by him, for the support of the Gospel, by which is meant his unspotted self. No doubt it was much against his will that the lambs before mentioned succeeded in getting this supremely pious and mellifluous gentleman to sit for this likeness; no doubt it was only after the earnest solicitations of the most tender of his flock that he did it even then; for no doubt, too, the reverend gentleman considers that all such things are vain and unprofitable. Verily, a nice-looking pilot to heaven is our reverend friend; one sure to lead his innocents thither by still waters, and pleasant pastures, and flowery lanes to the gate; but rather uncertain to get them in though, we are afraid; for Saint Peter is, we believe, very slow about letting any person in who happens to come in company with, or under the guidance of, such suspiciously pious individuals; probably because he does not think heaven half good enough for those under the spiritual crook of such a genteel pastor. Of course they will not be left out in the cold, even if Saint Peter should not admit them, or their good shepherd, as the good shepherd will be able no doubt, in any event, to bring them to a place where the thermometer is pretty sure to rise to at least a comfortable degree, and, possibly, a little higher.

An autumnal beauty, by all who have not husbands! by cork-screw ringlets, crow-feet, continent neck-dresses, and indigo stockings! Her slightly corrugated brow is shaded, by some secret sorrow, we naturally and conventionally infer; her chin rests pensively on her right hand, an attitude highly approved of by persons of a sentimental turn of mind; her irreparable teeth are modestly hidden from us by lips of exquisite - a novel and brilliant epithet, now introduced to the public for the first time-thinness; inexpensive bracelets, of curious and complicated workmanship, encircle her delicate wrists; rings set with suspicious diamonds, of equivocal value, sparkle on her dip fingers, and two rills of gold of questionable chastity, we are sorry to think, rise on either side of her slender, if not graceful neck, and meander gently downward to her fragile waist, and there are lost sight of at her watchpocket. This beauty is, we will hazard the opinion, one of the highly romantic and transcendental kind, and, probably, a realization and animated versification, or illustration of that philosophical and horticultural observation of somebody or another, concerning flowers which waste and exhale their sweetness on the desert air; although we must confess that deserts and flowers do not appear, from a strictly botanical and matter-of-fact stand-point, to be exactly compatible with each other; however, waiving that slight discrepancy, we must say, that the flower before us has evidently determined not to pine on its stem, or to blush unseen, if the combined efforts of the artist and itself can avert it from such a melancholy fate. Who knows but what some one may take a fancy to the lone flower; let it not wither yet awhile.

Who is he that delights to honor the daguerreotypist so much? We have met no less than half-a-dozen likenesses of him in our walk. Some Yankee phrenologist must have given him more than the usual quantity of confectionery with his infallible five-dollar 'chart.'. It is as transparent as crystal, to our unimpaired vision, that the gentleman prides himself on his cloud-capped forehead, his chiseled features, his giraffe neck, and his intensely genteel and faultless figure. Without over-straining the imagination, he might be taken for a live bean-pole, inclined to embonpoint, or for a vivified illustration of the mathematical definition of a line. We would earnestly advise him not to sit for a profile likeness of himself again; it does not exhibit his beauty to the best advantage, as his forehead and chin do not, to use the language of the modern athlete, 'come up to the scratch,' that is, to the equinoctial or facial line of Camper; but, on the contrary, have a rebellious way of seceding, or receding, from the aforesaid line; although, again, it should be said, that his nasal organ is not at all backward, or wanting in loyalty. Really, to do that promontory full justice, we will affirm that it ventures boldly far beyond any conventional or ideal standard of perfection or regularity; probably owing to nature's kind disposition to compensate for what is wanting in the features before mentioned. This picture shows the gentleman off certainly in a style which meets with at least his own entire approbation; his face wears an enviably nonchalant expression, which is greatly strengthened by a dashing twist in his mouse-tailed mustache; his eyes penetrate our inmost soul, so piercing are they, and so proud is his gaze; he stands on one leg, with the other elegantly crossed over it, after the tailor posé, and his body is neatly balanced by his left hand, which rests gracefully and lightly on the verge of a table by his side; in his right hand are a pair of kid gloves, and the ivory-headed and classical caduceus of the gentleman of leisure; an eye-glass pendent from a button-hole, peeps accidentally from his rather obtrusive waistcoat, while from the tasteful outside-pocket in his coat a snowy handkerchief appears, like the star-spangled banner, in the dawn's early light, half-concealed, half-disclosed, and forms a neat, and an admirable, and perhaps, we might add too, without exaggerating, a picturesque contrast with the coat alluded to, which is of a dark shade or color; in fine, his whole dress and air would convince any one, no matter how incredulous, that the gentleman is as near the perfection of gentility as any ambitious young man would have a right to expect to be after a course of profound study, and industrious practice in dandyism. He is unquestionably a fair representative of a large class of highly ornamental, if not useful, members of society. We turn from this gentleman with a growing belief in the doctrine of metempsychosis, and respectfully commend him to the only one who is fully capable of appreciating him - the young man himself.

Here is a likeness of a young woman, who seems to have spared no pains or expense in getting herself up in the most irresistible fashion-plate style. A black vail, rebosa-like, covers her head, and such a bewitching mass of curls as would overwhelmingly convince any student of natural philosophy that the subject of capillary attraction is not only thoroughly understood in theory, by

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