ynolds, by Scheffer; a dog lying down, life-size, by the same; a copy
of the picture of the 'Christus Remunerator,' on pasteboard, of the size
of the original in England; a copy of the 'Christus Consolator,'--both
by himself: also, his own statue, in plaster; his own bust, by his
daughter; and the Virgin and Infant Jesus, by himself." The town of
Dordrecht proposes to erect a statue in commemoration of the fame of the
great artist.

It is too early to assign to Ary Scheffer the rank which he will finally
occupy in the new era of French Art which is coeval with his labors. He
will always stand as the companion of Ingres and Delaroche and
Gericault; and if his successors surpass him even in his own path, they
will owe much to him who helped to open the way. He lived through times
of trouble, when a man's faith in humanity might well be shaken, yet he
remained no less a believer in and lover of mankind. Brighter days for
France may lead her artists to a healthier and freer development; but
they can never be more single-hearted, true, and loving than Ary
Scheffer.

[1] This picture is now in the Louvre. It is a composition of
great dramatic power. Mrs. Stowe gives a graphic description of the
effect it produced upon her, in her "Sunny Memories of Sunny Lands."

A VISIT TO MARTHA'S VINEYARD.

We have all, in our days of atlases and "the use of the globes," been
made aware of the fact, that off the southern shore of Massachusetts
lies a long and narrow island, called Martha's Vineyard, one of the many
defences thrown out by the beleaguered New England coast against its
untiring foe, the Atlantic.

But how many are those who know more than this? How many have visited
it, inquired into its traditions, classified its curiosities, mineral,
saline, and human? How many have seen Gay Head and the Gay-Head Indians?
Not many, truly; and yet the island is well worth a visit, and will
repay the tourist better for his time and labor than any jaded, glaring,
seaside watering-place, with its barrack of white hotel, and its crowd
of idle people.

In the first place, the delicious suggestiveness of the name,--Martha's
Vineyard! At once we ask, Who was Martha? and how did she use her
vineyard? Was she the thrifty wife of some old Puritan proprietor of
untamed acres?--and did she fancy the wild grapes of this little island,
fuller of flavor, and sweeter for the manufacture of her jellies and
home-made wine, than those which gr