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And God faid, Have I borne with him these hundred and ninety and eight years, and nourished him, and clothed him, notwithstanding his rebellion. against me; and couldft not thou, who art thyself a finner, bear with him one night?

EXHIBITION EXTRAORDINARY!

CATALOGUE
OF

PICTURES, STATUES, BUSTS, BRONZES, &c. .

TO WHIAH ARE ANNEXED

SOME CRITICAL OBSERVATIONS.

FIRST DAY'S SALE.

Mr. EDMUNDS *, Beaconsfield.

1. A Capital ftained Drawing of Portland Harbour in a Mift. The obfcurity delineated in the most natural manner. A ftorm apparently arifing in the back ground.

2. The Conqueft of France-a Vifion. This piece discovers a wonderful imagination, though it has been ill executed, and cannot poffibly be deemed a finished performance.

3. The Devils entering into the Herd of Swine. This is indeed a fublime picture. The connoiffeur may almost imagine he hears the hogs grunt. The fwinish multitude appear quite defperate.

4. The celebrated Dagger Scene. An hyperbolical fketch.

5. APenfioner fkulking in the Dark +. The countenance, though in deep fhadow, is curiously expreffive of meanness and of fhame-the "darkness vifible" is exquifitely hit off.

* Probably meant for Mr. Burke.

This article appeared fhortly after Mr. Burke had accepted a pension. 6. A Weaver

Mr. WINDMILL, Norwich..

6. A Weaver and his Family ftarving. A mafterly production. Diftrefs, mifery, and defpair, were never more charmingly pourtrayed-the dead child is beautiful.

7. The Infide of the Old Bailey, with three felons at the bar juft acquitted. The defign bad, and the colours too glaring.

8. A Var Piece. Unfinished. The British troops are thrown too much in the back ground for effect.

9. A Retreat. The diftreffes of a flying army are here most forcibly difplayed-the canvass, however, is too much crouded with the dying and the dead.

10. The Paffions perfonified. Malice and Pride are too prominent, and Cruelty is out of all rule. There is no keeping in this picture.

11. The Wish; or the Decay of Commerce +. A hafty drawing, to ferve as a frontispiece to a new novel called Tyranny Triumphant. There is no merit in the idea.

Mr. ROSEWELL †, Old Palace-Yard.

12. Midas turning every thing he touches to gold. A rich compofition. In addition to the afs's ears, the painter has ingenioufly given him tiger's claws, as appropriate to his unbounded rapacity.

13. Electioneering Rafcals, or the Briber outwitted. A humourous drawing in Indian ink. It is really ftrange that fuch an ingenious work fhould have been fuffered to appear before the public; it is in every refpect difgufting and difgraceful.

14. An Afs in a River drinking up the Moon. A mɔral sketch. This pleafant fable is happily illuftrated. 15. The Angel Aristocracy. This is a bold fketch of genius: but why should the Angel be covered with gold, and have the talons of a Demon, and why

* Probably meant for Mr. Windham.

† An allufion to the famous expreffion of Mr. Windham, "Perish our commerce, let our conftitution live."

Perhaps meant for Mr. Geo. Roe.

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should he be represented as trampling upon, and deftroying the poor and unprotected? Surely it is out of nature. 16. Ignorance, Impudence, and Avarice dancing a Scotch Reel. An entertaining allegorical group.

71. The Palace of Corruption. A powerful defign, but the colours are too transparent; they are actually feen through.

Mr. DUNDONKY*, Oppofite the New Church, Strand.

18. A Cameleon. The fhifting hues of the creature are done in a most extraordinary manner.

19. Liberty-in water colours. The figure scarcely difcernable.

20. The Death of Mr. Habeas Corpus, commonly called the Poor Man's Friend. The last agonies of this refpectable old patriot are truly affecting. The groups round his bed express neither intereft nor affection for him, indeed they all feem to be drunk or afleep. This is, upon the whole, a lamentable pro

duction.

21. The Opening of a Campaign-a Study-All enveloped in clouds-it alfo wants Perspective.

Mr. PITMAN†, Downing-street.

22. Views in Ireland. Surely more confined, incongruous maffes were never before exhibited; there is want of freedom, and the contour is by no means correct. The yellow harmony is evidently too predominant, and produces a very bad effect.

23. A Banditti intent on Plunder. There is a daring originality in this picture, which yet difgufts. The majority of the figures exhibit a set of the blackest villains that ever difgraced fociety. The yellow harmony here also destroys the purity of the whole. The colours do not appear as if they would stand, they feem to have an evanefcent quality.

24. Scene in Botany Bay. The defign is uncom

* Probably meant for Mr. Dundas.
+ Probably meant for Mr. Pitt.

monly

monly harsh, but the groups of suffering patriots are peculiarly interesting.

25. The Empress of Ruffia finging Te Deum for the fubjugation of Poland. An excellent idea, but the whole picture is too black, and wants relief.

26. The King of Pruffia counting over his Subfidy. 27. Emperor of Germany, ditto, his Loan.

28. The King of Sardinia, ditto.-The laughter in the countenances of these three great men is admirably given.

29. An Armed Nation. There is an awful truth in the expreffion of this picture, that is really terrible. 30. An Alarmed Nation, (as companion to the above) Though there is wonderful art in this compofition, it can at best be called but a miferable attempt.

31. An Invafion. A moft terrific fcene. The Painter here feems to have laboured with uncommon ingenuity to produce the effect.

32. A Famine. A fhocking difplay of misery and defpair; the rending diftreffes of the Poor are exquifitely finished. N.B. This Piece was originally intended to have been fent to France, but owing to the present troubles in that unhappy country, will now remain in England.

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33. Drawings of all the Towns in Holland. N. B. They are already difpofed of.

34. Satan, the Enemy of the Human Race in Pandemonium.-A formidable figure, with a horrible countenance. It is fuppofed to be a portrait of the master himself. There certainly is a ftrong resemblance. [Courier.]

ODE.

THE INSURRECTION OF THE SLAVES AT ST. DOMINGO.

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(Written in the year 1792.)
OWLY finks the ruddy fun,

Sheathe the blade, the war is done;
Cried Orrah, to his murderous band,
Who wearied stoød on Cuba's strand.

But

But hark! what found invades the ear?
Hark! Sheathe the blade, no danger's near:
'Tis the gafp of parting breath,
'Tis the hollow voice of death,
'Tis the figh, the groan of thofe,
Once our tyrants, once our foes.
Loud, loud, ye fiends, fhriek loud!
Pour loud! a grateful facrifice
To him, at whose beheft ye bleed,
Who fmiled propitious on the deed!
And, ye hoar cliffs, that frown around,
The echoes of our fhouts refound,
While around the votive fire!

your cries

-We've footh'd the spirit of our fire.
'Twas night, when bound in fervile chains,
We fail'd from Afric's golden plains:
The moon had reached its utmost height,
Its orb difclofed but half its light;
Darkling clouds hung o'er the deep,
And the hufh'd murmurs feemed to fleep.
Sudden floating in the skies

A fhaddowy cloud appear❜d to rise;
Sudden gliding o'er the flood

The dim-feen shade before me stood;
Thro' its form the moon's pale beam
Shed a faint, a fickly gleam;
Thrice its arm I saw it rear,

Thrice my mighty foul did fear.
The ftillness dread a hollow murmur broke;-
It was the Genius groaned; and, lo!-it spoke!
"O, my troubled spirit fighs

When I hear my people's cries!
Now, the blood which fwells their veins
Flows debas'd by fervile chains:
Defart now my country lies;
Mofs-grown now my altars rife:
O, my troubled spirit fighs
When I hear my people's cries!
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Hurry,

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