dilettanti. The large saloon, every little bearing the Cross,,"" the entry into Jeruroom was filled; every one would partake in salem," "Rebecca at the Well," his own the feast, which ended with a supper and a portrait-statue, Oehlenschlæger's and Holdance led off by Thorwaldsen. The other berg's busts, &c. Baroness Stampe was in fete was arranged by the united students, faithful attendance on him, lent him a helpwhen he was made honorary member of the ing hand, and read aloud for him from union. At the banquet on this occasion, Holberg. Driving abroad, weekly concerts, at which a song by H. P. Holst apostro- and in the evenings his fondest play, "The phized the future museum, the background Lottery," were what most easily excited him, of the saloon was opened, and the mu- and on these occasions he would say many seum appeared as it would do when com- amusing things. He has represented the pleted. Stampe family in two bas-reliefs in the However much this enthusiasm and hom- one representing the mother, the two daughage may have gratified Thorwaldsen, it at ters, and the youngest son, is the artist length became.tiresome; festivals and admi- himself; the other exhibits the father and ration belonged to his daily existence, and the two eldest sons. yet he thought so little of it. When he All circles sought to attract Thorwaldwas drawn by the populace to his dwell- sen; he was at every great festival, in every ing, he was ignorant of it, and said, "We great society, and every evening in the thedrive fast;" and as he returned one evening atre by the side of Oehlenschlæger. As a from the cathedral in Roeskilde, the houses young man he had not that imposing beauty being illuminated for him, he exclaimed, of feature which he had in after-life. "There must be a wedding here tonight !""" The open That noble figure Close to Presto Bay, surrounded by Hast thou observed that wheresoe'er he came Sat plastic, as his own gods' statues. wood-grown banks, lies Nysö, the principal 'Mongst numbers forth, the crowd made silent way, seat of the barony of Stampenborg,---a As by a holy cloud unconscious sway'd.”* place which, through Thorwaldsen, has become remarkable in Denmark. His greatness was allied to a mildness, a strand, the beautiful beech woods, even the straightforwardness, that in the highest delittle town seen through the orchards, at gree fascinated the stranger, who approached him for the first time. His atelier in some few hundred paces from the mansion, make the place worthy of a visit on account Copenhagen was visited daily; he therefore of its truly Danish scenery. Here Thor- felt himself more comfortable and undisof its truly Danish scenery. Here Thor turbed in Nysö. Baron Stampe and his waldsen found his best home in Denmark; here he seemed to increase his fame, and family accompanied him to Italy in 1841, here a series of his last beautiful bas-reliefs when he again visited that country. The were produced. whole journey, which was by way of Ber Baron Stampe is one of nature's noblest-lin, Dresden, Frankfort, the Rhine towns, minded men; his hospitality, and his lady's cession. The winter was passed in Rome, and Munich, was a continued triumphal prodaughterly affection for Thorwaldsen, open- and the Danes there had a home in which ed a home for him here, a comfortable and good one. A great energetic power in the they found a welcome. baroness incited his activity; she attended The following year, Thorwaldsen was him with a daughter's care, elicited from again in Denmark, and at his favorite place, him every little wish, and executed it. Nyso. On Christmas eve, he here formed his beautiful bas-relief, "Christmas Joys Directly after his first visit to Nysö, a in Heaven," which Oehlenschlæger conseshort tour to Moen's chalk cliffs was arranged, and during the few days that crated with a poem. The last birth-day of his life was celebrated here; the performwere passed there, a little atelier was erectance of one of Halberg's vaudevilles was ed in the garden at Nysö, close to the canal which half encircles the principal building: arranged, and strangers invited; yet the here, and in the corner room of the man- when only the family and the author of morning of that day was the homeliest, sion, on the first floor facing the sea, most of Thorwaldsen's works, during the last this memoir, who had written a merry song years of his life, were executed: "Christ for the occasion, which was still wet on the paper, placed themselves outside the artist's * It is the custom in Denmark for the friends of door, each with a pair of tongs, a gong, or a newly-married persons to illuminate the windows of their houses on the evening of the marriage day. Heiberg, in his elegy, "Thorwaldsen." bottle on which they rubbed a cork as an ac- that death was caused by an organic disease companiment, and sung the song as a morn- of the heart which would have produced ing greeting. Thorwaldsen, in his morning dropsy in the chest. Amongst hundreds gown, opened the door, laughing; he of persons there are scarcely two so lucky twirled his black Raphael's-cap, took a as to be saved from pain by a sudden pair of tongs himself, and accompanied us, death. In the lottery of life, Thorwaldsen whilst he danced round and joined the drew Death's number, and was also fortuothers in the loud "hurra !" nate in that. His face retained its usual A charming bas-relief, "the Genius of expression when in the coffin. The great Poetry," was just completed: it was the artist lay there in the long white clothes, same that Thorwaldsen, on the last day of and with a fresh laurel-wreath around his his life, bequeathed to Oehlenschlæger, and brow, like a handsome and imposing bust. said, "It may serve as a medal for you." On Sunday, the 24th of March, 1844, a Was bound up with our church's solemn festival."* "Sorrow over the great master's passing knell, small party of friends was assembled at the residence of Baron Stampe in Copen- His death occurred just in the beginning hagen. Thorwaldsen was there, and was of Lent. He lay in the open coffin in the unusually lively, told stories, and spoke of great figure saloon of the academy, sura journey that he intended to make to rounded by burning tapers, just in that Italy in the course of the summer. Hahn's place, where he, fifty years before, on the tragedy of "Griseldis" was to be per- day previous, had received the academy's formed for the first time that evening at medal. The funeral oration was delivered the theatre. Tragedy was not his favorite by Professor Clausen, and the artists bade subject, but comedy, and particularly the farewell to their great master: comedies of Holberg; but it was something new that he was to see, and it had become a sort of habit with him to pass the evening in the theatre. About six The Crown-Prince of Denmark, as presio'clock, therefore, he went to the theatre dent of the academy, followed nearest the alone. The overture had begun; on en-coffin: it stopt once more in the courtyard, tering he shook hands with a few of his a miserere in the Italian language was sung friends, took his usual seat, stood up again by the opera company then in Copenhagen, to allow one to pass him, sat down again, and the procession began. bent his head, and was no more! The music continued. Those nearest to him beam to be seen. It is a dull gray day, there is not a sunThe citizens, all with With heavy, heavy tears thought that he was only in a swoon, and crape on their hats, have placed themselves he was borne out; but he was numbered in rows, arm-in-arm, and where the line with the dead. ends on that long road, there stand the poorcr classes even ragged boys hold each other by the hand, and form a chain, a chain of peace; the rows of students began nearest to Frue Kirke. All the windows, walls, trees, and many roofs, are filled with spectators. What a stillness! See, they uncover their heads as the coffin approaches; it is ornamented with flowers and palm branches above, with Thorwaldsen's statue The news flew through the city like an electric shock: his chambers at Charlottenborg were filled with anxious inquirers; amongst those who were most deeply affected was the Baroness Stampe, who, but a few days before, had lost a dear sister, and now, with a daughter's heart, she wept for the great artist, On dissecting the body, it was found * His will, dated the 5th December, 1838, states that he gives to his native town, Copenhagen, all the objects of art belonging to him at the time of his death: that the museum shall bear his name, and that he had previously set aside 25,000 rix-dollars towards its erection. The executors named in the will were counsellor Collin, Professors Thiele, Clausen, Schouw, and Bissen, together with a member of the Copenhagen magistracy. The will further directs that the completion of his works should be committed to Professor Bissen, he being paid for the same from the funds of the museum, and that he should likewise have the special artistic inspection of the museum. * Heiberg. A poem by H. P. Holst. At half-past one, A. M., the procession left the house of mourning and reached the church (Frue Kirke) at a quarter before three. It was led by two artists, at the head of an immense number of seamen, then came about eight hundred students, after them came the Icelanders resident in the town, then artists of all classes, and then the body borne by artists. The Crown-Prince followed, with the members of the Academy, the university, the officers of the navy and army, civil officers, citizens, &c. The streets through which the procession passed were swept, and strewed with sand and evergreens. leaning on Hope: amongst the many and as these numbers were actually drawn, wreaths on the lid, there are two that are it was to them not a little proof of his greatparticularly worthy of notice, the one is ness. bound by the queen herself with the finest The mournful intelligence of his death flowers that the seasons afford,---the other soon spread through the country, and is of silver, the children in several of the through all lands; funeral dirges were sung schools of the town have each given their and funeral festivals were arranged in Bermite towards it. See, at all the windows lin and Rome; in the Danish theatre, are females dressed in mourning! Flowers whence his soul took its flight to God, there are showered down,' large bouquets fall on was a festival; the place where he had sat the coffin, all the bells of the churches toll. was decorated with crape, and laurel It is a festal procession, the people accom- wreaths, and a poem by Heiberg was recited, pany the artist-king!-that moment will in which his greatness and his death were never be forgotten. alluded to. When the coffin was at the church door,. The day before Thorwaldsen's death the the last part of the procession left the interior of his tomb was finished, for it was house of mourning. The orchestra his wish that his remains might rest in the poured forth a deep and affecting funeral centre of the court-yard of the museum, it march, as if the dead joined in the proces- was then walled round, and he begged that sion, led on by the tones of the organ and there might be a marble edge around it, trumpet. The king of the land met the and a few rose-trees and flowers planted on coffin, and joined the ranks of the mourners it as his monument. The whole building, at the door of the church,* which was hung with the rich treasures which he presented with black cloth, where Christ and the to his fatherland, will be his monument: his Apostles in marble stood in the faint light. works are to be placed in the rooms of the The cantata now sounded from tuneful lips square building that surrounds the open and pealing organ; the last chorus was court-yard, and which, both internally and heard, then followed an oration by Dean externally, are painted in the Pompeian Tryde, and the mournful ceremony conclud- style. His arrival in the roads of Copened with a "Sleep well!" from the stu- hagen, and landing at the custom-house dents, who had formed a circle round the there, forms the subject depicted in the coffin.. compartments under the windows of one Thus ended. Albert Thorwaldsen's glori- side of the museum. Through centuries to ous life's triumph. Fortune and Victory come will nations wander to Denmark; not favored him; no artist's life has been richer allured by our charming green islands, with in fortune's sunshine than his. The nobly their fresh beech woods alone; no, but to born felt himself proud of having in his see these works and this tomb. circle the order-decorated, the great man There is, however, one place more that whom princes delight to honor and pay the stranger will visit, the little spot at homage to, the world's far-famed sculptor; Nyso where his atelier stands, and where -the common man knew that, he was the tree bends its branches over the canal to born in his class, sprung from his strong the solitary swan which he fed. The name race; he looked up to him, regarded his of Thorwaldsen will be remembered in Enghonor and fortune as a part of his own, land, by his statues of Jason and Byron; in and saw in him the chosen of God. Yes, Switzerland by his "recumbent lion;" in even in death Thorwaldsen seemed to cast Roeskilde by his figure of Christian the sparks of fortune on the indigent many. Fourth,--it will live in every breast in which In Nyboder,† where they knew Thorwald- a love of art is enkindled. sen well, and knew that his father had been one of them, and worked in the dock-yard, the sailors had taken the number of his age, his birth-day, and the day of his death, namely, 74, 19, 24, in the number lottery,‡ The Queen, the Crown-Princess, and several ladies of the royal house had taken their seats in a pew, on the floor of the church near the coffin. A quarter of Copenhagen, where the seamen live, built for them by Christian the Fourth. In this lottery ninety numbers are placed in the wheel, out of which five are drawn. THE ASPIRATED "H."-Mrs. Crawford says she wrote one line in her song, "Kathleen Mavourneen," for the express purpose of confounding the Cockney warblers, who sing it thus:-" The orn of the unter is eard on the ill;" but Moore has laid the same trap in "The Woodpecker"—“ A art that is umble might ope for it ere." From the Westminster Review. DUMAS' JOURNEY FROM PARIS TO CADIZ. De Paris à Cadix, par Alexandre Dumas. Vols. I. and II. J. P. Meline, Bruxelles; Meline, Cans & Co., Leipsig. 1847. M. ALEXANDRE DUMAS, that awful man, whose literary fertility, as all the world knows, has in it something astounding, preternatural; whose most ordinary feats are only to be paralleled by those of his renowned countryman, Mons. Philippe, the magician, when, from a small hand-basket, he produced bouquets enough to fill Covent Garden Market; and whose performances can only be explained by the supposition of diabolical assistance ;-this new Alexander the Great, in these two small volumes, presents to an admiring world-not as they might perhaps imagine any account of the regions lying between Paris and Cadiz, or the dwellers therein-but, what must be far more welcome, a series of studies of himself in different attitudes, with now and then a few features of local scenery or manners varying the backgrounds. If we might be permitted a suggestion, however, we should say that it would have been better to put more prominently forward in the title-page the chief attraction of the work, and call it, in the second, or fifty-second edition, "Mons. Alexandre Dumas de Paris à Cadix." and even the hearts of custom-house officers are melted within them. He adopts this epistolary form, he says, because he found pleasure in throwing his thoughts into a new mould, "passing my style through a new crucible, and making glitter in a new setting the stones which I draw from the mine of my own mind, be they diamond or paste; to which Time, that incorruptible lapidary, will one day affix their true worth." He will address himself then to Madame; but he does not disguise from himself that the public will make a third party in the conversation. "I have always remarked," he says "that I had more wit and talent than usual, when I guessed there was some indiscreet listener standing with his ear to the keyhole." Undoubtedly he has. What actor can play well to empty benches?-and M. Dumas, we suspect is seldom off the stage. Having made our protest, however, we must confess it is not easy to remain out of humor with a man who is so delighted with himself, and who presents himself with such an airy grace and sparkling vivacity, and has the art of keeping us always amused; and perhaps there is some ingratitude in finding fault with the harmless effervescence of vanity which certainly assists this effect. We hasten, therefore, to present our readers with a specimen or two that may enable them to share in this amusement. The first shall relate to a subject which occupies a very important position in these The adventures are given in a series of letters addressed to a lady; but M. Dumas tells her, or, rather, the public, that he does not mean to play the modest, or pretend to have any doubt that his letters will be printed. Nothing is more common than the opposite declaration, that letters "now published were never intended to meet the public eye" were written for the amuse-pages-namely, gastronomy; and be it ment of a family circle, &c.; and whereas, in this latter case, we often perceive the writer casting glances across the family group to the reviewers, and suspect that he has all along had some idea of the ultimate destination of his confidential epistles-in M. Dumas' case we might be tempted to the contrary supposition, and say that no man could write such letters under the idea of their meeting any other eye than those of an intimate friend. But then, to be sure, the whole reading public of Europe are M. Dumas' intimate friends, and before his mighty name all barriers fall down, known to all men, that one of the great truths enunciated en passant by M. Dumas -one of the gems, we suppose, drawn from that mine he mentions, is this; all people of a fine organization are (( un peu gourmand ;" now, M. Dumas is unquestionably of a fine organization-ergo, &c. Spain, however, happens to be rather an awkward country for people of this refined caste to travel in-for everybody knows that it is the most difficult thing in the world to get anything to eat at a Spanish inn. On the first morning after their arrival, the party of hungry travellers, who had been all night on the road, was asked whether they wished | to breakfast, and on their replying with an eager affirmative, were told that in that case they must go and see where they could get any; and, after a variety of manoeuvres, at last only succeeded in obtaining a small cup of chocolate each, with a little sweet cake that melted in a glass of water. This defeat, however, served to instruct them in their future plan of operations, and on a subsequent occasion, by bold and decisive. measures, they obtained a signal victory over the host of the "Posada de Calisto Burguillos," and marched triumphantly into a supper and a bed. "Those chops are for the English, and not for "There you make a mistake; they are for us, and not for the English. You've just taken them up a dozen chops; that's quite enough for them, these are our share.' 66 6 Those are for their breakfast to-morrow.' "I'm sure of it.'. "Oh! Oh! "At this moment enter Giraud, shouldering, his gun, followed by Desbarolles, Maquet, Achard, and Alexandre, doing likewise. "We had been for half an hour following was hanging in a corner of the chimney. some lights scattered over the sides of the mountain, that seemed to fly before us like those wan-you.' dering fires by which travelers are so often misled. At length we could distinguish the sound of a paved road beneath the tread of our mules; and this was accompanied by a jolting that left no sort of doubt. We soon distinguished at our right a pile of buildings, roofless and perfectly silent, without windows and without doors; presenting, not the picturesque aspect of the ruins made by time, but the saddening picture of a work left unfinished. We crossed a kind of square, turned to the right, got into a blind alley, our carriages stopped, we had arrived, and, alighting, we read by the light of our lanterns the words, Posada My dear friend,' said I to Giraud,This is de Calisto Burguillos.' To our great surprise every- Master Calisto Burguillos, who is so obliging as body was still up at the posada, and we surmised to let us have that loin of mutton. Give me your that some great affair was in preparation. We gun and ask him the price; pay generously, unwere not mistaken; two coaches full of English hook it cleverly, and cut it up neatly.' had arrived three hours before us, and the people Those three adverbs are very effective,' obof the inn were getting their supper. Ah, Ma-served Desbarolles, coming up to the fire. dame! you who are a French woman-twice a "Not too near, my dear fellow,' cried Achard, Frenchwoman, for you are a Parisian-never go you know those guns are loaded.' into a Spanish inn when they are getting an Eng. lishman's supper.' This caution will serve to indicate that we were very coldly received by Don Calisto Burguillos, who declared he had no time to attend to either our suppers or our beds. “How much shall I give you for the loin of mutton? said Giraud, taking up the cleaver from the kitchen table.. 666 “Two duros,' replied the host, keeping one eye on the guns, and one on the loin of mutton. Give him three, Giraud.' "Giraud took the three duros, out of his pocket, and in so doing let fall five or six ounces. "Now there's one thing that I cannot admit, and that is when, with the purpose of attracting travellers, one has written over one's door Posada de Calisto Burguillos,' one has any right to refuse ad- Signor Calisto Burguillos opened his eyes at the mittance to travellers attracted by said inscription; I sight of the gold, which rolled along the kitchen therefore contented myself with bowing politely to floor. Giraud picked up his five or six ounces, Master Burguillos, and then called to Giraud, My and gave the three duros to our host; he passed dear friend,' said I, there are in the carriage five them to his wife, who appeared to me to occupy guns, including Desbarolles's carabine, do you all a very distinguished position in the house. Giraud arm yourselves with them, and then come and warm them in the chimney corner. If you are asked why you do that, say you are afraid your guns will catch cold.' "I understand,' said Giraud, and went towards the door, making a sign to Alexandre, Maquet, Desbarolles, and Achard to follow him. Now, Boulanger,' said I, you who are a peaceable man, do you take with you Don Riego, and, with that minister of peace set out on a voyage of discovery after four little rooms or two large ones.' took the mutton, cut it into chops with a skill that did honor to his anatomical knowledge, sprinkled them with just enough of salt and pepper, laid them delicately on the gridiron which I presented to him, and then deposited it over a level bed of bright, clear coals, artistically arranged by Achard. Immediately the first drops of fat began to hiss upon them. "Now, Desbarolles,' said I, offer your arm to Madame Calisto Burguillos, and beg that she will do you the favor to conduct you to the place |