PUNCH,
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FINE ARTS.
EXTERNAL EXHIBITIONS.
Under this head it is our intention, from time to time, to revert to numberless free exhibitions, which, in this advancement-of-ediication age, have been magnanimously founded with a desire to inculcate a knowledge of, and disseminate, by these liberal means, an increased taste for the arts in this vast metropolis. We commence not with any feelings of favouritism, nor in any order of ability, our pleasures being too numerously divided to be able to settle as to which ought to be No. 1, but because it is necessary to commence—consequently we would wish to settle down in company with the amiable reader in front of a tobacconist's shop in the Regent Circus, Piccadilly; and as the principal attractions glare upon the astonishment of the spectators from the south window, it is there in imagination that we are irresistibly fixed. Before we dilate upon the delicious peculiarities of the exhibition, we deem it absolutely a matter of justice to the noble-hearted patriot who, imitative of the Greeks and Athenians of old, who gave the porticoes of their public buildings, and other convenient spots, for the display of their artists' productions, has most generously appropriate the chief space of his shop front to the use and advantage of the painter, and has thus set a bright example to the high-minded havannah merchants and contractors for cubas and c'naster, which we trust will not be suffered to pass unobserved by them.
The principal feature, or, rather mass of features, which enchain the beholder, is a whole-lenght portrait of a gentleman (par excellence) seated in a luxuriating, Whitechapel style of case, the envy, we venture to affirm, of every omnibus cad and coachman, whose loiterings near this spot afford them occasional peeps at him. He is most decidedly the greatest cigar in the shop—not only the mildest, if his countenance deceive us not, but evidently the most full-flavoured. The artist has, moreover, by some extraordinary adaptation or strange coincidence, made him typical of the locality—we allude to the Bull-and-Mouth—seated at a table evidently made and garnished for the article. The said gentleman herein depicted is in the act of drinking his own health, or that of "all absent friends," probably coupling with it some little compliment to a favourite dog, one of the true Regent-street-and-pink-ribbon breed, who appears to be paying suitable attention. A huge pine-apple on the table, and a champagne cork or two upon the ground, contribute a gallant air of reckless expenditee to this spirited work. In reference to the artistic qualities, it gives us immoderate satisfaction to state that the whole is conceived and executed with that characteristic attention so observable in the works of this master, and that the fruit-knife, fork, cork-screw, decanter, and chiaro-scuro (as the critic of the Art Union would have it), are truly excellent. The only drawback upon the originality of the subject is the handkerchief on the knee, which (although painted as vigorously as any other portion of the picture) we do not strictly approve of, inasmuch as it may, with the utmost impartiality, he assumed as an imitation of Sir Thomas Lawrence's portrait of George the Fourth: nevertheless, we in part excuse this, from the known difficulty attendant upon the representation of a gentleman seated in enjoyment, and parading his bandana, without associating it with a veritable footman, who, upon the occasion of his "Sunday out," may, perchance, be seen in one of the front lower tenements in Belgrave-square, or some such locale, paying violent attentions to the housemaid, and the hot toast, decorated with the order of the handkerchief, to preserve his crimson plush in all its glowing purity. We cannot take leave of this interesting work without declaring our opinion that the composition (of the frame) is highly creditable.
Placed on the right of the last-mentioned work of art is a representation of a young lady, as seen when presenting a full-blown flower to a favourite parrot. There is a delicate simplicity in the attitude and expression of the damsel, which, though you fail to discover the like in the tortuous figures of Taglioni or Cerito, we have often observed in the conduct of ladies many years in the seniority of the one under notice, who, ever mindful of the idol of their thoughts and affections—a feline companion—may be seen carrying a precious morsel, safely skewered, in advance of them: this gentleness the artist has been careful to retain to eminent success. We are, nevertheless, woefully at a loss to divine what the allegory can possibly be (for as such we view it), what the analogy between a pretty poll and a pol-yanthus. We are unlearned in the language of flowers, or, perhaps, might probe the mystery by a little floral discussion. We are, however, compelled to leave it to the noble order of freemasons, and shall therefore wait patiently an opportunity of communicating with his Royal Highness the Duke of Sussex. In the mean time we shall not be silent upon the remaining qualities of the work as a general whole—the young lady—the parrot—the polyanthus, and the chiaro-scuro, are as excellent as usual in this our most amusing painter's productions.
As a pendant to this, we are favoured with the portrait of a young gentleman upon a half-holiday—and, equipped with cricket means, his dexter-hand grasps his favourite bat, whilst the left arm gracefully encircles a hat, in which is seductively shewn a genuine "Duke." The sentiment of this picture is unparalleled, and to the young hero of any parish eleven is given a stern expression of Lord's Marylebone ground. We can already (aided by perspective and imagination) see him before a future generation of cricketers, "shoulder his bat, and show how games were won." The bat is well drawn, and coloured with much truth, and with that strict observance of harmony which is so characteristic of the excellences of art. The artist has felicitously blended the tone and character of the hat with that of the young gentleman's head. As to the ball, we do not recollect ever to have seen one in the works of any of the old masters so true to nature. In conclusion, the buttons on the jacket, and the button-holes, companions thereto, would baffle the criticism of the most hyper-fastidious stab-rag; and the shirt collar, with every other detail—never forgetting the chiaro-scuro—are equal to any of the preceding.
CURIOUS COINCIDENCE.
We had prepared an announcement of certain theatricals extraordinary, with which wo had intended to favour the public, when the following bill reached us. We feel that its contents partake so strongly of what we had heretofore conceived the exclusive character of Punch, that to avoid the charge of plagiarism, as well as to prevent any confusion of interests, we have resolved to give insertion to both.
As Punch is above all petty rivalry, we accord our collaborateurs the preference.
Red Lion Court, Fleet Street.
Sir,—Allow me to solicit your kindness so far, as to give publicity to this bill, by placing it in some conspicuous part of your Establishment. The success of the undertaking will prove so advantageous to the public at large, that I fear not your compliance in so good a cause.
I am, Sir, yours very obediently,
C. MITCHELL.
VIVANT REGINA ET PRINCEPS.
THEATRE ROYAL
ENGLISH OPERA HOUSE,
WELLINGTON-STREET NORTH, STRAND.
Conducted by the Council of the Dramatic Authors' Theatre, established for the full encouragement of English Living Dramatists.
ADDRESS TO THE PUBLIC.
The generous National feelings of the British Public are proverbially interested in every endeavour to obtain "a Free Stage and Fair Play." The Council of the Dramatic Authors' Theatre seek to achieve both, for every English Living Dramatist. Compelled, by the state of the Law, to present on the Stage a high Tragic Composition in an irregular form (in effecting which, nevertheless, regard has been had to those elements of human nature, which must constitute the essential principles of every genuine Dramatic Production), they hope for such kind consideration as may be due to a work brought forward in obedient accordance with the regulations of Acts of Parliament, though labouring thereby under some consequent difficulties; the Law for the Small Theatres Royal, and the Law for the Large Theatres Royal, not being one and the same Law. If, by these efforts, a beneficial alteration in such Law, which presses so fatally on Dramatic Genius, and which militates against the revival of the highest class of Drama, should be effected, they feel assured that the Public will participate in their Triumph.
On THURSDAY, the 26th of AUGUST, will be presented, for the First Time,
(Interspersed uith Songs and Musics),
MARTINUZZI,
By George Stephens, Esq.
Taken by him from his "magnificent" Dramatic Poem, entitled, The Hungarian Daughter.
Tho Solos, Duets, Chorusses, and every other Musical arrangement the Law may require, by Mr. David Lee.
The following Opinions of the Press on the Actable qualities of the Dramatic Poem, are selected from a vast mass of similar notices.
"Worthy of the Stage in its best days."—The Courier.
"Effective situations; if well acted, it could not fail of suceess."—New Bell's Messenger.
"The mantle of the Elizabethan Poets seems to have fallen on Mr. Stephens, for we have scarcely ever met with, in the works of modern dramatists, the truthful delineations of human passion, the chaste and splendid imagery, and continuous strain of fine poetry to be found in The Hungarian Daughter.—Cambridge Journal.
"Equal to Goethe. All is impassioned and effective. The Poet has availed himself of every tragic point, and brought together every element; nor, with the exception of Mr. Knowles's Love, has there been a single Drama, within the last four years, presented on the Stage at all comparable."—Monthly Magazine.
After which will be performed, also for the First Time, An Original Entertainmsnt in One Act, Entitled
THE CLOAK AND THE BONNET!
By the Author of Jacob Faithful, Peter Simple, &c. &c.
No Orders admitted.—No Free List, the Public Brew excepted.
Now for our penny trumpet.
THEATRICALS EXTRAORDINARY.
Reader,—Allow us to solicit your kindness so far as to give publicity to the following announcement, by buying up and distributing among your friends the whole of the unsold copies of this number. The success of this undertaking will prove so advantageous to the public at large, and of so little benefit to ourselves, that we fear not your compliance in so good a cause.
Yours obediently,
PUNCH.
VIVANT KANT ET TOMFOOLERIE,
THEATRE ROYAL
PERIPATETIC,
WELLINGTON-STREET SOUTH, STRAND.
Conducted by the Council of the Fanatic Association established for the full encouragement of Timber Actors and Wooden-headed Dramatists.
ADDRESS TO THE PUBLIC;
OR, PUNCH BLOWING HIS OWN TRUMPET.
The general National feelings of the British Public are proverbially interested in every endeavour to obtain "a blind alley, and no Fantoccini." Compelled by the New Police Act to move on, and so present our high tragic composition by small instalments (in effecting which, nevertheless, regard has been had—This parenthesis to be continued in our next), we hope for such kind consideration as may be due, when it is remembered that the law for the out-door Punch and the law for the in-door Punch is not one and the same law. Oh, law!
On SATURDAY, the 28th of AUGUST, will be presented,
(Interspersed with Drum and Mouth Organ),
PUNCHINUZZI.
BY ECO SCRIBBLERUS, ESQ.
Taken from his "magnificent" Dramatic Poem, entitled, "punch nuts upon himself."
The following Opinions on the Actable qualities of Punchinuzzi are selected from a vast mass of similar notices.
"This ere play 'ud draw at ony fare."—The late Mr. Richardson.
"This happy poetic drama would be certain to command crowded and elegant courts."—La Belle Assemblee.
"We have read Punchinuzzi, and we fearlessly declare that the mantle of that metropolitan bard, the late Mr. William Waters, has descended upon the gifted author."—Observer.
"worthy of the streets in their best days."—Fudge.
No Orders! No Free List!! No Money!!!
- ↑ We have forgotten the artist's name—perhaps never knew it;—but we believe it is the same gentleman who the great author of "Jack Sheppard."
