xclusively to England. His
originality is of English growth; his satire broad, bold, fair-play
English. He was no screened assassin of character, either with pen or
pencil; no journalist's hack to stab in secret--concealing his name, or
assuming a forged one; no masked caricaturist, responsible to none. His
philosophy was of the straightforward, clear-sighted English school; his
theories--stern, simple, and unadorned--thoroughly English; his
determination--proved in his love as well as in his hate--quite English;
there is a firmness of purpose, a rough dignity, a John-Bull look in his
broad intelligent face; the very fur round his cap must have been plain
English rabbit-skin! No matter what "schools" were in fashion, Hogarth
created and followed his own; no matter what was done, or said, or
written, Hogarth maintained his opinion unflinchingly; he was not to be
moved or removed from his resolve. His mind was vigorous and inflexible,
and withal, keen and acute; and though the delicacy of his taste in this
more refined age may be matter of question, there can be no doubt as to
his integrity and uprightness of purpose--in his determination to
denounce vice, and by that means cherish virtue.

Professor Leslie, in his eloquent and valuable Lectures on Painting,
delivered in the spring of the present year to the students of the Royal
Academy, has nobly vindicated Hogarth as an artist and a man, in words
that all who heard will long remember. "Hogarth," he said, "it is true,
is often gross; but it must be remembered that he painted in a less
fastidious age than ours, and that his great object was to expose vice.
_Debauchery is always made by him detestable, never attractive._"
Charles Lamb, one of the best of his commentators, who has viewed his
labors in a kindred spirit, speaking of one of his most elaborate and
varied works, the "Election Entertainment," asks, "What is the result
left on the mind? Is it an impression of the vileness and worthlessness
of our species? Or is not the general feeling which remains after the
individual faces have ceased to act sensibly on the mind, _a kindly one
in favor of the species_?" Leslie speaks of his "high species of humor,
pregnant with moral meanings," and no happier choice of phrase could
characterize his many works. Lamb, with true discrimination, says: "All
laughter is not of a dangerous or soul-hardening tendency. There is the
petrifying sneer of a demon, which excludes and kills lo