8001OS to us full of the artiot ' s highoat power, and
worth the price of the of pushing claims hostile to the pretensions of the purely Polish set twice over; and there is a-drawing of a Soripture-reader in a night refuge whieh many people will say is as good as Rembrandt, and which
is really v. fair example of M. Dord's power of producing an effect at once solemn and khastly by trick in the management of light. And there is
drawine of Whittington at Highgate which is °absolutely feeble, 4Surviviug vestige of a Polish Diet,—and the see of two Metropoli- that comm,reial young person being pictured as a sort of poetic Swiss ens, a Catholic and an United Greek one,—not to speak of the Boy or angel of the cheap song-books, but with some clothes on, in- Jews, who constitute, characteristically for a Polish city, about stead of a shrewd, hungry, Scotch-looking little lad, who meant to get One-third of the inhabitants. It is interesting to note in passing on somehow. As, however, M. Dord is sketching things aetuallybeforo him, that Dr. Eckardt affirms, what we ourselves have heard affirmed in and as London has endless suggestions of the grotesque or horrible, or faintly regard to other and especially Russian districts, that of late years the visible beautiful, we ought in this undertaking to have the best of Gustave Jews have become, what formerly they were not, decidedly polish in Dord, and his publishers are doing him justice. Better printing on creamier feeling. There are two establishments in Lemberg which deserve Paper we have not seen, or, we must add, worse literary deseriptioto. attention, if one cares to gauge the force of Ruthenian patriotism. Mr. Jerrold intends, we dare say by and by, to describe M. Dare's In 1848 the Government presented to its faithful Ruthenians a drawings ; but at present his enthusiasm has carried him away, public building, and he is singing prose carols about London, the Thames, and the jolly in which, besides a school and an incipient museum,
young watorman which, to prosaic mortals, is, to speak plainly, only
proudly denominated the Russian Club. Into it Dr. Eckardt high-flown rubbish,—all the worse because Mr. Jerrold now and again
becomes sensible, and then gives us in two lines of minute description
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