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gentleman officially concerned, that the paupers abuse ing out the will of God, and it would be as blessed to the charity to an enormous extent, and notwithstand take as to give, because both acts were essential to the ing all we spend on them, and all our unwearied labours realisation of the Divine decree. Probe all humane in their behalf, poverty, disease, and death are multi-dilemmas, and you will find that selfishness is at the plying their victims, and are not anywise subdued by bottom of them. If we were not each so much for ourour exertions.'*

selves, there would be less of crime, and no snch proHumanity is in a similar dilemma regarding criminal blem as that of the jails would exist. The remedy is a prisoners. It desires to treat them leniently, and to change of our feelings to the effect of making all others' win them back, if possible, to better courses. It has interests as dear to us as our own. A remote one, you therefore dictated the total abolition of those dens of will say. True, but it may not be the less certain that, misery which Howard described, and which were such till it is realised, dilemmas must continue to beset all a terror to the well-doing, and has substituted in their benevolent designs. place good comfortable houses, where indeed there is restraint, and solitary life, but no want of physical comfort, and nothing that can be felt as very degrading.

JAQUES CALLO T. At the same time, persons of education and humane feelings go to the prisoners, converse with them kindly, and endeavour to fortify them with moral and religious The ancient town of Nancy slumbers peacefully amid sentiment for their re-encounter with the world out of the pretty landscape which surrounds it, scarcely redoors. And what is the consequence?—that jails have calling to the traveller the glories of its earlier days; ceased to operate so well in deterring from the commis- but the villages embosomed in trees, the vineyards sion of crime. We may well re-quote the declaration varied by cherry orchards, the bright green of the of the chief criminal judge of Scotland upon this sub- meadows, the sombre depth of the forests, the sparkling ject:- Even on the separate system, imprisonment has river, and the clear, ever-changing sky-all at once rereally no terror for the bulk of offenders; and the better mind us that Nancy was the birthplace of Claude Lor- | the system, it is an undoubted result, that the dread of raine; that from these forests, these hamlets, these imprisonment will and must be diminished. After flowery fields and sparkling waters, he drew inspiration these offenders are all taught to read, and get books to for those pictures which charm alike the accomplished read at extra hours, if reformation is not produced, at artist and the simple child. Remembering this, and least the oppression of imprisonment is over to people that the efforts of genius, both in painting and in of coarse minds, and living a life of wretchedness out of poetry, generally take their colour from first im. prison. And hence I am sorry to say, that with those pressions, we might wonder how so peaceful and gentle who are not reclaimed in our prison, the dread of im- á landscape can have been the cradle of Jaques Callot; prisonment seems to have entirely vanished. And I and we ask where he found the originals of the soldiers, understand that among the community at large in conjurors, and gipsies, which form the subjects of his Scotland, and with magistrates and police officers, the pencil. The history of his early life will enlighten us. feeling is very general that, owing to the comforts In the town of Nancy, near the old Hôtel de Marque, necessarily attending a good jail, the separate system, let us picture to ourselves an old house with a high looked on first with alarm, has now no effect in deter- roof, its door and windows ornamented with weather. ring from crime those who are not reformed. What a beaten carvings. Below is a stone bench, used by tra. triumph, to all appearance, for the old harsh flogging vellers and beggars; on the first floor are two windows, system! To it we cannot return-we are too refinedly encased in stone; and in the roof, above the gutter, are mild now-a-days for that; endless newspaper articles two others, surrounded by moss, tufts of grass, and would din the public sin into our ears continually, till here and there a flower, planted by the wind or the the philanthropic plan was resumed. But the inappro- birds; above all rises a tall chimney, with its nererpriateness of this plan to its object remains nevertheless ceasing smoke-wreath. At the lower windows may palpable. We leave the poor man's home undisturbed occasionally be seen a gentle and anxious woman, or a in its wretchedness, and hold out a comfortable jail, grave and worthy man, the parents of Callot-Jean as if to wile him from the paths of rectitude. Even our Callot and Renée Brunehault; at the upper windows efforts to reform the prisoners, the best-meant part of might be seen a young and happy family, among whom the whole system, are attended with difficulties. The we recognise Jaques by his inquisitive and fearless look, poor independent man out of doors sees the criminal always seeking subjects for his pencil. thus obtaining a degree of attention from his superiors, The interior of this house corresponds with its exte. and exciting an interest in them, which must have rior. There are chairs sculptured in oak; Gothic tables, something agreeable about it. It cannot be encouraging with twisted legs; a devotional chair; an ebony cruci! for his virtue to reflect that, while he remains virtuous, fix, on which the spider has never been suffered to bang no such care is taken of him, and no such interest a thread; a wide chimney, decorated with a lozenge. expressed about his fate.

shaped glass, a timepiece, and silver goblets of elegant Is there a solution for these dilemmas of humanity? form and good workmanship; while on the shelves We think there must be, for otherwise, we should have are vessels of pewter and stoneware-all dimly lighted to deny that predominating rule of good which appears by the little lozenge-shaped panes which compose the in the whole of the providential arrangements of the window. Our first glance shows us Jean Callot in 3 world. These difficulties, it appears to us, are only in-showy dress, walking up and down the room to aid separable from a system in which man's nature remains his thoughts, and Renée sitting in the chimney-corner unregenerate in its native selfishness. Were the Chris- spinning. tian aim realised, and we all did really love our neigh- In this house was born, in 1593, Jaques Callot, of a bour as ourselves, there would be no exaltation in the family originally Flemish, but afterwards attached to rendering of a favour, and no debasement in receiving the Burgundian family. Claude, the grandfather of it. The selfhood extinguished on both sides, we should Jaques, was ennobled by Charles III., Duke of Lorraine, feel in these matters exactly as parents and children do for his bravery and loyal services : he married a grandin their intercommunication of good offices. The very niece of the Maid of Orleans. Jean, the father of idea of gratitude would be extirpated, as something not Jaques, was herald-at-arms to the Duke of Lorraine, necessary to the case. The giver and the receiver of and Renée his wife was daughter to the physician to common charity would alike feel that they were workChristina of Denmark. She was a good, quiet woman;

and having lost all her daughters, placed her warmest * Common Sense, being Eight Letters on the Administration affection upon her youngest son Jaques, who never forof Relief to the Poor of Glasgow. By David Maclure. Glasgow: got her tender care of him. Jean Callot, prouder of his

titie of principal herald-at-arms than the Duke of Lor

D. Chambers. 1848.

raine was of his duchy, fixed upon his youngest son for Jaques saw so many things, natural and unnatural, his successor, his elder ones having already embarked in come forth from the cart, that he imagined the chief other callings; and from the age of eight years Jaques of the party must have the power of creation. Hastenwas taught by his father how to draw and paint armo. ing down to the spot, he stood aside for a little while; rial bearings. His passion for drawing was such, that but as his astonishment increased, he approached close at his writing-school he made a sketch of each letter to the curtain, and to obtain pardon for his boldness, of the alphabet. A was the pointed roof of his house; he offered the first gipsy who passed near him a wild B the weathercock of his neighbour's; and thus with sunflower which he had gathered on the house roof. the rest. There had been painters in his mother's * By the saints !' said the gipsy, smelling the flower, family, and Renée herself loved the arts, unconsciously here is a handsome child! Do not blush, boy. Did giving the same taste to her youngest son. She could your mother sew on this rich lace? She may well kiss not comprehend how any one could pass a whole life in your fine curls. Come, do not be afraid: I am not the clearing away the dust from old coats of arms, as her red woman.' grave and austere husband did ; and whenever she was Saying this, the gipsy embraced Jaques tenderly, alone with Jaques, she roused his young fancy by lively adding, “This face foretells us a lucky day, so I shall tell tales of the adventures of men of genius. Well ac- the pretty child his fortune. Come, look at me with quainted was this good woman with the strange his- those blue eyes; they will recommend you to the ladies, tories of the old painters; and after hearing these, and you will make your way, my child Jaques would go up to his own chamber, and with pen My way! my way! murmured Jaques sighing. or pencil make sketches at random. When his ardour | Then he asked, “Have you people ever been in Italy ? cooled, he would lean out of his attic window, and while *Many times. Do you wish to travel ? Yes indeed ; feeding the sparrows with the bread which he had used | I read it in your countenance. You shall travel so for his drawings, he would ponder upon his mother's much, and to so good purpose, that when you die, your tales, and gaze upon the streets, or into his neighbours' bones shall be shrouded in your cradle. If that proud windows. From his window he saw before him a lip is to be believed, you will be a valiant soldier.' beautiful landscape, hemmed in by mountains and Never!' cried Jaques. forests, variegated by groves and villages, and culti- * What, then, could you better like to be?' vated fields, among which the Meurthe meandered. But

• A painter.' Jaques cared little for the beauties of scenery: man • A painter! That is a low trade : do not try it if you had far greater attraction for him; and he studied all wish always to wear such lace as this. I know more that he saw of singular, extravagant, or original in his than one who is obliged to live upon chance. Neverfellow-creatures. He delighted in bullying soldiers ; theless, if it amuses you, forward ! But it is not your street singers, with mouths wider than the wooden destiny.' bowls out of which they ate; quack doctors, who sang When do you set off for Italy ?' asked Jaques. and danced; beggars in picturesque rags; pilgrims with 'In November; for in winter the sun of Naples is their doublets slashed with the rents of time, and carry- warm enough for us.' ing about boxwood rosaries, artificial flowers, leaden “Since you know everything,' said Jaques, hesitating, medallions—all the devotional gewgaws of the saints. ' tell me at what age I shall die?' In 1600 there were no theatres in the provinces ; thus The gipsy took his little hand. By a chance with it was a rich age for dancing-bears, fortune-tellers, and which his after-fate agreed, the line of life was broken tumblers on fête-days. Jaques early attempted to in the middle; and the gipsy turned away her head sketch all these grotesque figures, either from his own sorrowfully. The line is not yet formed ; at our next window or in the open street; and he has been seen meeting, I will tell you how long you will live.' sitting carelessly on the pavement quietly drawing in • If I live to be forty years old, like my Uncle Brunehis schoolbook some conjuror who struck his fancy. hault, I shall be content.' Once his father found him seated upon the edge of a At this momer Jaques saw his father coming from fountain in Nancy, his naked feet in the water, earnestly the ducal palace, and he hastened into the house. sketching the great nose and wide mouth of a clown * A good journey, and good-luck !' cried the gipsy to who was grinning at some distance.

him, touching her lips with the sunflower. Even when these sights were wanting, Jaques knew Jaques hoped his father had not seen him; but the how to amuse himself with his pencil in sketching his first thing the latter did on entering the house was to schoolmaster, sometimes grave to absurdity, sometimes call his son and wring his ears, crying out, 'Go along : inflamed by the worship of Bacchus; and when tired you are only a mountebank, unworthy of bearing either of reading, he would play the truant, rush into the my name or my shield ; above all, unworthy of my first open church, and pass hours there contemplating dignity of herald. I had reckoned upon you; but do the sculptured altars and monuments, the frescos, the you think the grand duke will confide his great geGothic windows, the religious paintings of the old nealogical book to you after my death? Instead of artists. He made his way wherever anything curious learning the old histories of the nobility of our land, in was to be seen--into churches, monasteries, hotels, order to do justice to each according to his arms and even into the ducal palace; and, thanks to his hand his deeds, you should make sketches of jugglers : the some face, half hidden by fair curls, thanks to the fine greatest prince to you should be the best rope-dancer. Flemish lace with which his mother ornamented his Go; I despair of you, disobedient child! With your throat and wrists, no one stopped him.

vagabond habits, you will end your days at the One Sunday morning Jaques was attracted to his galleys.' window by the sounds of the fife and drum of a band Thus speaking, the venerable Jean Callot walked of gipsies, who were setting up their tents before the with a dignified air into his closet; Jaques went to Hôtel de Marque. The beams of a spring sun fell hide his tears on the bosom of his mother, who also brightly upon the group, and Jaques, enchanted, crept wept while rebuking her son. down to the gutter to watch them; he next mounted •You are going to be more prudent, my dear child; to the chimney, and there, with his eye fixed, his these are repentant tears ; from this day you will study mouth half open, but silent, his ear listening, he beheld earnestly the noble science of heraldry. Go-go, the the curtain raised, and preparations made for the play: bell is ringing for mass; do not be the last at church, he saw the decorations taken out of a little cart drawn as usual.' by an ass, which ass and cart were themselves among When Jaques had dressed himself, he thought with the actors. Spangled dresses, faded long ago, shone in a smile of hope, 'This costume will do well for my the sun; while three infants were deposited among journey to Italy.' Till this moment he had not thought lions and serpents of pasteboard, which served them as of Italy but with trembling; he now gave himself up playthings. In the space of a quarter of an hour to the dream with more confidence; and at church his imagination wandered to the mountains of Switzerland that he was drawing them, wished in their turn to see and the Tyrol. The music, the sun streaming through whether he had done them justice; and Jaques, behold. the Gothic windows upon the altar, the incense, raised ing his charming models cach leaning over a shoulder his fancy to the utmost, and a strange voice seemed to with their faces close to lis, let his pencil fall from his cry out to him, ' Italy! Italy!' All the splendours of hand. the Eternal city arose bewitchingly before his eyes; the How pretty he is, sister!' said one of them. Madonas of Raphael smiled and extended their angelic How clever he is !' replied the other. arms to him. Even if the dangers of such a pilgrim- • Whence did he coine? Who is he? Where is he age crossed his mind, his courage returned again in-going?' stantly. “Am I not almost twelve years old ?' said 'I am going to Rome,' said Jaques, not knowing he, drawing himself up. When mass was ended, he well what he ought to say. remained behind in the church, to beseech God to bless "To Rome! To Italy! We are going to Florence. his journey, and to console his mother; after which he What a lucky companion, if he would go with us! All arose, wiped away his tears, and without looking be- roads lead to Rome!' hind him, took the road to Luneville, believing that “Yes, a lucky companion!' said Jaques, drawing out his slender purse would carry him to the end of the his purse. Here is all I have for my journey, and I world. We must not mistake; the love of art was have eaten scarcely anything to-day.' doubtless the motive for this journey; but was not the * Poor child! I shall take him to the Red Inn, where journey itself something towards the bold determination we are to have some beans and milk for supper, and of this capricious and independent spirit?

oat-straw in the barn to sleep on. Come, the sun has We have not the whole history of Jaques Callot's set, and our cups are full. Kiss my pearl necklace, and journey: we only know that he went straight on, resto give me your hand.' ing at a farm or public-house, like a young pilgrim, Saying this, she bent her throat towards the unwillafter having eaten of what fruit he could find, refresh- ing lips of Jaques, who, however, kissed the necklace; ing himself by the lonely fountain, and praying before and each of the sisters taking a hand, they led him cach crucifix that he passed. Although accustomed to towards the troop who were just going away. They a certain degree of luxury, to a good bed, a delicate soon reached the Red Inn, and before supper, Jaques table, and, above all, to a mother's care, he slept soundly was formally admitted into the band; and for what upon the truckle-bed at a public-house, upon clean little money he had, was promised escort to Florence, straw at a farm, and often in bad company; he ate, on strict condition that he should take portraits of the without grumbling, porridge and vegetables from the whole party, beasts included. The scent of the beans earthen plates of the peasants; and even in his worst made him promise everything required. The supper days, never regretted the paternal roof, so severe and was joyous and noisy; it was washed down with seveunkind did the worthy herald-at-arms appear to him. ral cups of common wine, and finished with a roundelay While pursuing a glorious aim, Jaques did not forget which Callot remembered to the day of his death. the pleasures of his age, wild liberty, and a thirst for On the following day they passed through Lucerne, adventure. If he saw an ass feeding, he jumped gaily where they made but a poor harvest; and then they upon its back, and without caring what became of it, fixed their tents in a neighbouring forest, where they gave it liberty again after riding two or three leagues ; lived for a week upon what they could steal, resting if he saw a boat upon a river, he untied it, jumped in, themselves and their beasts, mending and washing their and rowed away till he was breathless. When taken clothes, polishing their spangles, coining false moner, in the act, his pleasing appearance soon gained him working at small articles of jewellery, necklaces, copper pardon. In this manner he reached a village near and leaden rings, buckles, and other ornaments used by Lucerne. Although he had been very sparing, his the peasants. They lived well upon game, which the purse was nearly empty; in two days it would be quite older women cooked, while Jaques went with the girls so; but he thought he could live upon fruit, and as it to find birds' feathers to make finery of, and bunches of was liay-season, every stroke of the scythe would pro- service-tree for necklaces ; he also gathered wild chervide him a bed. He had resigned himself to a prospect ries, strawberries, and gooseberries for the general des. more poetical than agreeable, when he heard some scrt. Ble likewise cut figures upon the bark of the trees. bawling music, which reminded him of his friends the The two young girls took good care of Jaques, and even mountebanks : may be guessed that he went towards hid from his view the scandalous scenes which were it. It was evening; the roofs of the hamlet were gilded passing around hini. by the setting sun; the cows, returning to their sheds, When they resumed their journey, they did so by answered the shrill fife by their lowings, the bulls by easy stages, begging in villages, stealing from lonely the tinkling of their little bells, and the berdsman by huts, leaving everywhere their evil traces. They his stunning horn. Jaques presently reached the crossed the Alps by the wildest patlıs, living by the church, near which a band of gipsies were performing convents. At length, after six months of strange and an uncouth dance, to the great wonderment of a noisy perilous adventures, Jaques Callot hailed the soil of circle of villagers ; and Jaques seated himself on the Italy, the holy land of art. It was time, for among churchyard wall, that he might enjoy the scene at his these wild people the poor child was in great danger of

lle beheld twenty gipsies of all ages, from the being ruined. *Italy! Italy!' he cried, throwing up his grandmother to the cradled infant, dressed in rags hands, while he thanked God with tears. From this covered with spangles ; some of them dancing, others moment he seemed to breathe a purer air. “Adieu, playing on the viol or fife, some telling fortunes, and Pepa! adieu, Miji! you are both beautiful, but Italy is some carrying round their wooden cups among the more beautiful.' spectators. The sun shone brightly on their wretched Such is Callot's early history. Some years later, be! attire, giving it an appearance of magnificence befitting immortalised his friends the gipsies in his works of fairy gambols. Among the dancers, two young girls of Gipsies Travelling,' and 'the Halt of Gipsies.' fifteen or sixteen attracted general attention by their The troop went to Florence, not allowing their guest beauty and grace; and Jaques, whose eyes followed time to satisfy his curiosity at Milan, Parma, and all their movements, could not resist drawing their Bologna; but his hasty glance at palaces, obelisks, portraits. Taking out the paper and pencils which he fountains, and statues, dazzled and enchanted bim ! always kept about him, he had succeeded pretty well more and more. He was in a state of mental intoxiin grouping together the two bandsome dancers, when cation, which made him forget the presence of his comhe was surprised to find himself surrounded by several panions even when they made an exhibition. peasants, who were regarding with silent wonder his At Florence, a Piedmontese gentleman, in the service strange occupation. Without troubling himself at this, of the grand duke, met Callot among the gipsies, and he continued his work till the dancers, understanding I was at once struck with the delicate features and gen.


teel movements of the child, whom he conld not imagine himself under Thomassin, an old French engraver reto belong to the people in whose company he found him. siding at Rome. This art was then in its infancy, and The manner in which Callot was gazing enraptured Thomassin had made his fortune by it. Ilis subjects upon the sculpture of a fountain, taking no part in the were principally religious ones, of which Callot was grotesque dance and begging manauvres of the troop, soon weary. Young as he was, he discovered at each convinced the gentleman; and calling Jaques to him, attempt some new resource; and he soon gave way to he questioned him kindly. Finding that the boy did his fancy, recalling to his mind the beggars, strolling not understand Italian, he spoke to him in French, and players, mountebanks, and other human curiosities soon learned the little history of his leaving Nancy, whom he had seen. Under Thomassin he used the his meeting with his companions, and his intention of graver ; but this process was too slow for his imaginastudying the great masters at home, that he might, if | tion, and he soon left it for that of etching. it pleased God, become a great master also. This high One day when the pencil had fallen from his hand, resolve in a child of twelve or thirteen interested the as he was sadly thinking of those charming young gentleman greatly; and taking Callot by the hand, he sipsies who had loved him as their child, the figure of led him at once to an engraver and painter with whom the Lady Bianca, Thomassin's young and handsome he was acquainted—Gauta Gallina-saying, • Treat this wife, rose before him. She often visited Callot when he child as if he were mine; make hiin worthy of me and was at work, and unconsciously he made her his study. yourself.'

Thomassin encouraged this, requesting Callot to be his Callot was received at once, but at the end of six wife's companion to church and to the public promeweeks, he told his protector that he wished to go to nade when he could not accompany her ; but at length, Rome, to study wliere Raphael had studied. The gentle taking alarm at the result to which this might lead in man feared that he had befriended a vagabond rather a young and imaginative man, he desired him to leave than a young artist; however, as he loved Jaques, he the house. Callot did so, taking with him only his did not desert him. He bought him a mule and some works, and bade adieu to Rome, leaving behind him his clothes, gave him excellent advice, with a promise to dreams. IIe never saw Madame Thomassin again-he visit him at Rome, and parted with him affectionately, never revisited Rome. After this, the history of Callot and with tears. Jaques, proudly seated on the mule, loses its adventurous and exciting character, offering also shed tears; but once set off, the brilliant future little more than a succession of undisturbed days and a occupied all his thoughts. At Sienna, le stopped to laborious end. visit the church, and learned a lesson in engraving from Jaques Callot went to Florence, undecided whether the splendid mosaic of the pavement under the dome, to remain there ; but he hoped to establish himself with the work of Duccio. He thought if he was ever an his first master. He was almost penniless, and what was engraver, he would give effect by the breadth of single worse, his courage had left him. At the city gate he lines, without using hatching. Arrived at the gates of was stopped as a stranger, and, careless of his fate, he Rome, he left his mule to take its course, and the beast fell into a passion, and resisted, demanding to be controtted along after an ass laden with vegetables, of ducted to the ducal palace without delay. On telling which he now and then took a mouthful, unobserved by his griefs and his pretensions to Cosmo II., who paJaques, whose bewildered eye wandered over the Eter- tronised art of all kinds, the grand duke congratulated nal city, now clothed by the setting sun with a golden himself on what had occurred, and told Callot that he garment. At length lie had gained his desire; but, as should remain at his palace, where he had a grand it often happens, that very moment he was foiled. Some school of painting, engraving, and sculpture. Callot merchants of Nancy, on their return to their city, met was deliglited at the accident, and set to work in the Jaques Callot perched on his mule. 'Oh, ho! Master palace with even more ardour than when with ThomasJaques Callot, where are you going in this style?' sin. Besides his former master, he met there a painter The young traveller saw his danger, and spurred his and engraver who was of great service to him, Alphonso mule; but escape was impossible with an Italian mule Parigi, who prepared the scenery for the duke's theatre. which was feeding so agreeably; and the merchants Callot passed some time at this work, and also painted seized the fugitive. As these good folks had witnessed some subjects in the Flemish style, of which one re. the grief of the Callot family, they declared their resolu- mains in the Florentine Gallery. It is the half-length tion to reconduct him safely to his paternal roof; and of a Spanish soldier, and has the same bold yet delinotwithstanding his tears, his prayers, and his anger, cate touch the same grace of composition as his Jaques was obliged to submit. He bade adieu to Rome engravings. without having set his foot in her streets.

Callot remained ten years at Florence, enjoying the In vain did Callot repeatedly attempt to escape from same patronage under Ferdinand that he had done the travelling merchants; they never let him go out of under Cosmo II., and receiving the gold medal which their sight, keeping him on his mule in the middle of was bestowed upon native talent. During these ten the party; and he arrived at Nancy after a month of years he produced his best works, creating a new world tedious travelling, in which he heartily regretted his under his touch, and seeing all through the prism of his gipsy friends. His father received him with a lecture fancy. His art became his sole passion, enchaining upon truanting, and a discourse upon heraldic science, him more and more without relaxation, till it conducted which made Callot secretly determine to be off again; him to the grave, young in years, but bowed, faded, the tears of his mother alone restrained him for a short exhausted like a noble horse, which has run too long a time.

race. He had no longer eyes except for his work ; if he However, he soon went off, with a purse light enough, went out of his studio, it was but to seek for subjects and skirting the Lake of Geneva, entered Italy by for his etching needle a beggar, a soldier, or some Savoy; but at Turin he was again stopped by his other extraordinary actor on the scene of human life. brother the lawyer, who happened to be there, and who He never allowed himself time to admire the grandeur forced him back to Nancy a second time.

or beauty of creation ; neither the sun nor the stars, His third departure was more prosperous, for his neither the flowers nor the streams: heart and mind father, with tears, gave his consent to it, and Jaques were dead, as it were, and the sheet of copper was his set off in the train of the ambassador from Lorraine to only joy. the Pope, to acquaint the latter with the accession of He returned to Nancy. One evening the aged heraldHenry II. Callot was now fifteen, and had still time at-arms, leaning at his window, seeing a carriage stop enough before him to study at Rome. Ilis enthusiasm at the door of his house, asked his wife if it belonged to at the wonders of the ancient city cannot be described; the court. The good woman Renée, whose heart and he worked under several masters, but followed his own eyes saw more clearly, cried, almost fainting upon the genius only, and he soon felt that painting was not his window-sill, “ It is Jaques !-it is thy son!' The aged forte. He entered warmly into engraving, and placed herald went down instantly, asking himself whether it could be possible that his son, the engraver of silly pic- for the benefit of future times the taking of the Isle of tures, was come back in a carriage? After a hearty Rhé and the siege of Rochelle, now you must draw the but grave embrace, he hastened to see whether the siege of Nancy.' Callot arms were painted on the coach. Putting on his Callot, feeling the insult, drew up his head proudly, spectacles, he discovered with pride and joy the shield saying, “Sir, I am a Lorrainer: I would cut off my of his son-five stars crosswise: 'the cross of labour,' finger sooner!' it is said ; ' for the stars indicate the nightly labour of When he had said it, Jaques expected to pay dearly Callot, and his hopes of fame.'

for his audacious reply. All present cried out, swords Fatigued with his wanderings, Callot resolved to end were drawn, and at a sign made, soldiers with halberds his days at Nancy, so he bought a house and married. appeared at the door. On the other side, the nobility We know nothing of his wife Catherine Kuttinger, ex- of Lorraine, faithful to their country, formed a circle cept that she was a widow, and had a daughter. It round Callot, resolved to defend him, when Louis XIII, was certainly a marriage of prudence. Callot became who had sometimes the soul of a king and a man, to the religious, going to mass every morning, and passing an great surprise of all the court and of the artist himself, hour every evening in prayer. He resumed his work; said to Callot, . Callot, your reply does you honour ;' but adieu to wild inspirations, to satire and gaiety; he and turning to his courtiers, added, “ the Duke of Loronly undertook grave and religious subjects. At Paris raine is very happy in having such subjects.' his fame was known, and Louis XIII, desired him to In this year Jaques felt the beginning of the disease follow in his suite to the siege of Rochelle, as he alone which slowly carried him to the grave. Laying aside was worthy to immortalise his victories. Callot obeyed his work, he passed the summer at Villers, where his reluctantly, and after the siege, returned to Paris to father had an estate. He was amused by the playful. finish his sketches. He was lodged at the Luxembourg, ness of his wife's daughter; but his illness increased, where he found his friend Sylvaster Israel, and where and his disordered imagination continually dwelt upon he assisted with Rubens, Poussin, and other great Satan and the infernal regions. When the grave was painters in decorating the palace. But in spite of these open for him, he executed his great work, “The Tempillustrious friendships—the protection of Louis XIII., tation of St Anthony;' a work worthy of the poet who and the thousand attractions of Paris-Callot returned inspired it-Dante. His physicians desired him to reto Nancy as soon as he had leisure. He loved quiet, linquish his labour, to live idly in the open air of the and he left the care of editing his works to his friend country; but he would not obey them; and having Israel. Besides, Callot loved his family, his native city, finished the above work under a depression of mind for and his country, whose history he studied in his leisure which no outward cause is assigned, he again seized his hours. Ile had been born when Lorraine was indepen- graving tool, and in a dream of his youthful days, with dent, and had lived in the reigns of Charles III. and all the fire of his best efforts, accomplished the plate Henry II., when the nobility were illustrious by their known as “The Little Vine Arbour'-a representation deeds, the burghers industrious and intelligent, the of peasants dancing and drinking. people happy under a light yoke, when art was worthily Callot died March 25, 1635, and was buried in the represented in each of its departments, when religion cloister of the Cordeliers. A handsome monument was stood firm upon ancestral faith, when industry produced erected among those of the Dukes of Lorraine, with his its manufactures, and the workman blessed the peace he portrait by his friend Michael Lasne ; but in 1793 the enjoyed. But Jaques Callot also witnessed the fall of republicans, believing this the burial-place of a noble, his country when, under the rule of Charles IV., she defaced the portrait, and destroyed the tomb. Hof. lost everything but honour.

ever, in 1825, the remains of Callot were replaced in Instigated by the enmity of Cardinal Richelieu to the church, and a tomb built over them. Gaston of Orleans, who had married the sister of Charles IV., Louis XIII. went to besiege Nancy, which

"FORTY DAYS IN THE DESERT.' he expected would fall as easily as Rochelle had done. But the weather was bad, Louis lost courage, and the A HANDSOME octavo volume, embellished with a consiege was about to be raised, when the cardinal be-siderable number of beautiful engravings, invites our thought himself of a stratagem. The Duke of Lorraine attention under the above title.* Supposing it to be was drawn into the French camp, in the hope of sign-designed as a Christmas book, for which the work seems ing articles of peace, and held prisoner, while the king, eminently fitted, alike from its elegance and origina: at the cardinal's instigation, obliged him to sign an lity of design, we can recommend it to persons looking order to the governor of Nancy to open its gates. The Princess of Phalsbourg in vain urged the governor not about for something superior to the fictions which used to obey the order of a captive sovereign ; the gates to form the material of New Year's gifts. “Forty Dars were opened, and the enemy admitted. Callot seeing in the Desert’ is the account of a journey from Cairo that all was lost, shut himself up in his chamber to across the wilderness to Suez, thence to Sinai, and so on conceal his anger, and when the thoughtless artists of by way of Akabah to Petra, from which the author rethe place went to pay their court to Louis XIII., the traces his steps to the banks of the Nile. This route latter was surprised at not seeing Callot among them. • Has he forgotten my benefits, then ?' said the king

has lately been so frequently and well described, that we to Claude de Ruet; and the painter repeated to Callot notice ; and yet from the author, Mr Bartlett, being an

are familiar with almost everything which falls under what the king had said.

' Yes,' replied the brave artist indignantly; “yes, I artist, and possessing a keen perception of scenery and have forgotten his benefits since he entered the open costume, as well as a power of graphic, though somegates of Nancy fully armed.'

what diffuse narration, his work has a novelty which Claude de Ruet urged his friend to accompany him renders it acceptable to general readers. Besides

, such to the ducal palace, where the king was holding his is the depth of interest in the countries referred to, that court. "Never!' said Callot ; and the painter left him to his Mr Bartlett's description of Petra, for instance, amidst

accounts of them never seem to exhaust the subject. pride and grief. But presently an order came signed by the Duke Charles, "Jaques Callot is summoned to the rugged solitudes of Wady Mousa, reads as freshly the palace to the king's presence.'

as if we heard of it only for the first time. Well, then, I shall go; but without bending my

The author set out for Cairo on the last day of Sephead to him.'

tember, his party consisting of a faithful and intrepid The king received him very graciously, and said, attendant, Hadji Komeh, hired for the occasion, and • Master Callot, we have not forgotten that you placed your talent at the service of our glory; you have drawn * London: Hall and Co., Paternoster Row, 1848.

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