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O consecrate ye to the task—the holiest on earth—And mould bright beings who shall make all others bless their birth . Till oyer all the alter ed earth rejoicing man shall own He owes not only birth , but bliss , to ye and ye alone . M . L . G .
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840 A National Gallery .
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* Write a chapter on the pictures ,, ' says one ; ' call it a lounge in the Louvre , ' says another ; the alliteration is good , no doubt , but he who could lounge in the Louvre , assuredly deserves to be kicked out of it . We prefer infinitely the sort of person who came to Paris within a week of the Cowes' Regatta , determined to see all the one , and return in time for the other . He entered
the National Gallery , and while his party were lost ' in wonder love , and praise ' at one end , he was found returning from the other , exclaiming , I have seen it V Oh , wonderful feat !—foot , rather , for he had a wooden leg—oh , harmonious combination of nature and art , to create such sympathy for a man in his extremities ! but he was better than your lounger ; as a brisk
insect is better than a lazy slug . Lounge in the Louvre ? No ; the first sight of it is a sensation which you take , at least , that day and the next to recover—that is , if you have any consciousness of a nervous system about you . You do not attempt to look at a picture—you stand in a bewilderment of admiration , gazing
down that arched street of paintings , letting your eyes wander in slow measurement along the walls , which seem elastic , and then walk gently forward ia faith , that at some period of your life you will arrive at the other end . Do you want a moment ' s relief from all this ? Turn to one of the many windows : —there is the Palace of the Thuilleries and the Place du Carrousel , with the
triumphal arch in the centre , looking like a truant from Romesurprised to find itself alone . Look at the people , carriages , soldiers , moving hither and thither , all brisk , busy , stirring , as bees in the sunshine ; and they are even more like those happy creatures could you step beneath yonder entrance and see and
hear them , humming and buzzing amongst the flowers , and fountains , and orange trees , and groves , of the Thuilleries Gardensand where do they come from ? And you turn to an opposite window for answer—and there is the Seine , with its bridges covered with statues , or people , or shops , just as the Genius of
the bridges may choose—and there are the quays , all living with happy humanity—and there are the buildings beyond , old , and stately , and colourful—the Institute ; ( why have not we an Institute ?) and the Mint ; ( why have we a Mint ? so it must be till better days '' come ;) — and that tri-colcr flag —( look at it—say , do we know any thing about colours in England ?) above the
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A NATIONAL GALLERY .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1833, page 840, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2628/page/36/
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