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a lasting one. The motive is not strikingly new, nor treated in an original way ; indeed, the picture has its counterpart in the German department. The scene is easily suggested by the title. A few uniformed attendants are bringing the coffin out of the house of mourning, and the villagers are gathered around to pay their respects to the family of the deceased, or assemble from motives of curiosity. There are, of course, immense resources of costume, pose and expression, and all this the artist has skilfully taken advantage of. The types of the villagers are well caught, but there is little charm in the color. In many respects, the Sick-Bed was the most impressive. A laborer, at the death-bed of his wife, holds in his vongh fingers the wasted hand of the dying woman, and receives her last counsels for the care of their child. The sentiment is unobtrusively urged upon the spectator, and the interior is fine in color and painted with Yautier’s best touch.
E. Stiickelberg is, with the exception of Gleyre, the only one who professes to represent the nude, and his attempts ai ’e not always eminently successful. However, his young girl and her lover at the fortune-teller’s is an attractive group, Av ell painted. Gleyre sent La Charmeuse , a single nude female %ure in the thicket, very-delicate in contour and in color. By a too highly finished background, he weakened the effect of fiis flesh, and lost the otherwise charming contrast of texture. Inhere was one picture shown, inspired from an American scene, which deserves mention more from its unique appear- an ce and pretentious air, than from any distinguished merits possessed. The subject is Mary Blane , and at a distance lfi e picture looked like a group of plum-colored negroes, afflicted with the leprosy, clothes and all; but at a nearer v iew it is found that the yellow spots on the darkeys gathered around the banjo-player are intended for spots of sunlight struggii n g through the foliage,—the bluest of skies, blue ’fountains in the distance, blue shadows on the white horse, blue trees, blue dresses, and very blue blue everywhere ; and the stranger must believe that Charlottesville, Virginia, must be a great mine of blueing, and the inhabitants get their P e culiar color from life-long residence in this locality. The Cailv as bore the name of Frank Buchser. Neither in animal Pointing nor in landscape was there anything of special note.