ay he kills "28 hares, 8 pheasants, 4
partridges--total, 40 head, all from my own gun." Visit him at home and
e is the prince of hospitality. His dinners are of the best, and he is
never happier than when presiding at them. Like an Englishman, he was
proud of the illustrious society his success enabled him to summon around
him, and, like an Englishman too, he had greater pride still in dwelling
upon the humbleness of his origin, and in recounting the history of his
difficult journey from struggling obscurity to worldwide renown.

Now, what we contend for is--without presuming ourselves to attempt
anything like a worthy portraiture of Francis Chantrey--that here,
ready-made to the hand of any man competent to the task of illustrating a
life full of instruction for the rising brotherhood of art, is a subject
which it behooved the Royal institution that has so largely profited by
Chantrey's liberality and fame, not to neglect, much less throw away. The
book which we have taken for the foundation of this notice, written by a
Royal Academician, is a disgrace to the Royal Academy. Is then, we ask,
no single member of that gifted body competent to say a word or two in
plain English for the departed sculptor, that such a melancholy
exhibition of helplessness must needs be sent forth as a tribute from
excellence to excellence? The life of Chantrey properly written could not
but prove of the utmost value to Englishmen, and simply because it is the
career of a man attaining the highest distinction by means thoroughly
understood by his countrymen, and by the exercise of an intellect at all
times under the salutary influence of a wholesale national bias. Jones on
Chantrey is Jenkins on Milton; the poet of Moses and Son upon the
_Inferno_ of Dante--the ridiculous limping after the sublime.

The great aim of Mr. George Jones, R.A., in his present undertaking,
seems to have been to exhibit his own vast erudition and his great
command of the hard words of his native tongue. Indeed, he quotes so much
Greek and Latin, and talks so finely, that it is only to be regretted
that he does not now and then come down from his stilts in order to
gratify himself with a little intelligible English and his readers with
some homely grammar. It will be our painful duty to submit to the
reader's notice a specimen or two of Mr. Jones' peculiar style, which,
together with the profound simplicity of his original remarks, make up as
curious a production as