No. 29. Portrait of Mr. Stacey, with a brace of young tigerstriped greyhounds, and a favourite terrier.-R. R. Reinagle, R.A. A well finished picture: Mr. Stacey, whom we take to be a young yeoman, looks as if he could top the stile in the back-ground with little trouble, and help Bengal and Bungalow to kill their brace of hares in a fifteen-mile walk before breakfast, and think nothing of it. No. 45. Sailor, a retriever, the property of Charles Brett, Esq. -A. Cooper, R.A. A good portrait, no doubt, of a black retriever with a pheasant in his mouth. Anything at all bearing reference to "my dog and gun," Mr. Cooper generally succeeds admirably in; and the best reason for it, we fancy, is, that he works con amore, having, we hear, nearly as great a taste for the trigger as he has for the brush. No. 70. Horses, the property of Sir E. Filmer, Bart.-E. B. Spalding. A couple of bang-tailed, thorough-bred tits, very well hit off, and much in Herring's style (who, by the way, has not a picture in the exhibition). Though grouped as at grass, they bear too strong marks of the stable polish. The pony between them appears almost. unnaturally small. No. 77. Carriage horses, the property of the late Sir Francis Chantrey.-A. Corbould. Very stiff, wooden-looking animals-too stiff even for harness. Animal painting, we imagine, is not Mr. Corbould's forte. No. 100. Portrait of the Hon. Ashley Ponsonby.-E. Landseer, R.A. In this master's usual style of excellence. The Honourable is a delicate-looking youth, with an immense pair of leggings, returning on a stout chesnut pony after a day among the rabbits, a brace of which, painted to the life-or rather to the death--are at his side in front stands a faithful servant with his master's cap in his mouth, waiting for orders to move on. : No. 154. Beauty and Sprite, the property of Miss Latham.J. Ward, R.A. A plain, stiff-jointed, skew-bald pony, chasing a very diminutive dog. We see no great beauty in either of Miss Latham's pets, nor is the picture at all to our taste; but then portraits are portraits all the world over-at least, if they are not, they ought to be. No. 181. Portrait of a young and an old friend, at my own door in Cheltenham.-R. R. Reinagle, R.A. A young girl and old house-dog-a very tame piece, in comparison with Mr. Stacey and the long-tails. No. 183. Sir Roger de Coverley and the Spectator go hunting. -R. B. Davis. This is the best thing we ever saw by Davis, and, moreover, a subject in which we never thought he could have succeeded so well. The old English hounds are painted as this artist always does paint a hound-inferior to no one, though the action of the one at the grey's heels does not strike us as being "quite correct." The Spectator, as mild as milk, is on the chaplain's black, well-fed hack, and Sir Roger on a slapping cropped grey; while in front of them, on the hill, are three or four more sportsmen awaiting the arrival of the pack. One of these gentlemen is making such a "salaam," that we fear it will bring him from his horse. What we cavil at is, that Sir Roger looks particularly cross, which we always understood he never succeeded in doing, and is not paying the least attention to his friend, who-mirabile dictu-appears to be making an observation! One word more as to the dress of the knight-the scarlet coat we all know to be "the thing," but we should stare now to see a sportsman turn out in a pair of real velvet shorts. No. 195. Fish.-Miss Holmes. Though we cannot say much in favour of this lady's dish of fish, we shall most assuredly say nothing against them. No. 233. Dead Fallow Deer.-W. Barraud. This is a subject which we thought Messrs. Landseer and Hancock had worn out— for a time at least. Though not a novel, a good sketch, taken evidently from nature. No. 234. Portraits of three greyhounds, the property of his Royal Highness Prince Albert. Painted for Her Majesty.-G. Morley. A leash of fine dogs well painted, with their couples on, waiting under the park pales for the arrival of their royal master. The colour in this picture is, as they say in a place which shall be nameless, "black"-the dogs, and everything about them; and there is certainly a break of some kind wanting to relieve its present sombre character. No. 235. A troublesome neighbour.-J. Ward, R.A. A clever little picture: a rough terrier, just on the plan of "safer in than "which we gave in the "Sportsman" a few months back, is frightening some guinea-pigs, who are luckily protected by means of bolts and bars from any further attentions. In addition to the funk in which he has put the porkers, our rough and ready friend appears to have disturbed a couple of spaniels, who say as plain as looks can say, "just hold your row." No. 254. Horses, the property of Sir George Farrant.-W. Barraud. Two heavy hacks, or phaton-horses, in which we see nothing remarkable, either with reference to the animals or the artist. No. 255. Portraits of all the horses and jockeys engaged in the Derby Stakes, won by Little Wonder, the property of David Robertson, Esq.-A. Cooper, R.A. This, as we have already stated, is the largest, but it by no means follows that it is the best, sporting picture. The fact is, we never recollect having seen a racing subject well handled by Cooper; but we could name many in which he has almost, if not quite failed-among others, in his portrait of that most splendid animal Bay Middleton, which is a downright caricature. The present piece does not alter our opinion as to the artist's abilities in this line, though there are points in it superior to what we have seen. The horses are just preparing to start, all being mounted but Assassin, whose jock is saddling, and are drawn up in two divisions. Little Wonder, with Launcelot as a second, heading one, and the Melody colt the other. The portraits are some very good, and some very middling; the best of the lot we take to be Launcelot, who is hit off in a very spirited manner. Of his jock, Will Scott, we cannot say so much; indeed, though "the Chifney of the north" has so often sat, we never saw a thorough good likeness of him. The best of all the bipeds is the hero of the subject Macdonald; but then Mac has himself painted his phiz in such a style that a limner could not very well miss it; though not only the face, but the seat and figure, are given to perfection. Of Little Wonder we have seen better portraits-it reminds us too much of some other of Mr. Cooper's crack winners. The Melody colt is a fair portrait, and one might swear to Chapple, who is cantering up on one of Sir Gilbert's. Sam Rogers, too, and the veteran Forth, are very like the originals. Of the horses we cannot speak so positively, as it is now above two years since we have had a peep at some of them; there are, however, more distinctive marks wanted between the two chesnuts, Muley Ishmael and the Farce colt, who are immediately behind Melody. The confusion of chesnut legs is great, and we think the artist did not show his judgment in placing the two side by side, particularly with the dark-striped jackets and black caps of both the riders. The description of this picture in the catalogue is not correct-viz., it states that the piece contains the portraits of all the horses engaged in the Derby, with Little Wonder, the winner; now, had this been the case, Mr. Cooper's canvas would have been somewhat crowded, as one hundred and forty-four horses were engaged in the race, but only seventeen ran for it, which certainly makes some slight difference. For fear that the besetting sin of mankind-vanity-should seize on Macdonald, now he occupies such a prominent position among kings, lords, and commoners, we quote for his especial edification a remark which a young lady made on coming up to the picture-" O, what an ugly fellow that is in the white cap!" No. 271. The Gillie's departure for the Moors.-A. Cooper, R.A. The gillie is a sulky-looking lout, about to take a "drop of something short," which anything but a lovely lassie is pouring out. The grey pony, the dogs, and the scenery, are in the artist's usual good style. No. 314. Horses, the property of William Wigram, Esq.-E. Landseer, R.A. By long odds the best thing with animals in the exhibition. The head of the brown horse is a picture itself; though, as with Spalding's horses, the gloss on the coat, in which you might see your face, is much too great for horses at grass, which, independently of their being loose, we conclude these are, from their uncombed tails and long waterlocks. No. 376.-C. Landseer. "The monks of Melrose made good kaill On Fridays when they fasted; They neither wanted beef nor ale As long as their neighbours' lasted." Days and Nights of Salmon-fishing. Their rever This is a kind of humble companion to the Landseer's "Bolton Abbey," as it consists of monks, peasants, and game. ences appear to have just crossed the water, and have fixed on a spot "under the green-wood tree" for a first-rate pic-nic, which is preparing, the cloth being partly laid, while an inferior has just taken a fine crimped salmon from a rural beauty, rather confused at the gaze of a forester blythe, who, at his length on the grass, is "tipping her a die-away." The falconer is seen advancing with his hawks and spaniels, and the monks are having just one glass of" the ruby," to whet their appetites. No. 421. The Death.-R. Anstell. A death which seldom, and never intentionally, occurs in this country; being the death of the stag, which the hounds are pulling down in the water, or, as the men who hunt with the Queen would say, after having taken soil. This a full-sized, well-painted picture, after the foreign masters. The head, or rather mouth, of the hound on his back in the water is not, we should say, from nature. No. 430. The Rabbit-hutch-feeding-time.-G. G. Bullock. This is much in Morland's style-the head of the boy particularly so; and is a painting of great merit, which the more you look, the more you like it. No. 436. Portrait of Beauty, a thorough-bred spaniel of King Charles's breed, the property of Mrs. Trigg; and No. 450. Portrait of Lion, a favourite Skye terrier, the property of Mrs. Malone. Both by H. B. Chalon. A couple of miniatures, very in differently executed. No. 448. The Contrast.-J. Ward, R.A. Portraits of an ugly rough poodle, and not a well-favoured greyhound, in which the contrast does not strike one so forcibly as might be imagined. No. 475. Portrait of Tom Yorker, the king of deer-stalkers; with favourite animals, the property of H. Lowther, Esq.-J. Thompson. A pleasing picture, much in Cooper's style-the grey pony smelling at the dead buck quite so. His majesty appears to be a young devil-may-care kind of gentleman, seated among the scenes of his exploits, and surrounded by his friends and his foeshorses, dogs, and deer. No. 496. Warrener's Daughter.-J. W. Lambert. A small piece, hung so high that we can only make out a little girl on a bay pony, just starting, we presume, for the warren. No. 503: A gleam in the storm.-J. Ward, R.A. A white horse with a red nose (which we take to be a portrait), is looking about to see if a storm which has been raging above is likely to clear off. The landscape is much more to our taste than the animal. No. 569. The Leicestershire Lass.-G. Clint. "Here's Phyllis's health. Lo! the liquor flows higher! An A picture much to our taste, and which tells its own story. elderly gentleman and his son, both in pink, are winding up a luncheon at a farmer's house, after the run, with a bottle, just brought up by the daughter, whom the younger Nimrod is toasting-a compliment which "the coy maid, half willing to be pressed," appears not displeased with, while the squire is evidently enjoying the scene; but not so a dandified young farmer in a black shootingjacket, whose looks are nearly as black as his coat, and who, having Othello's failing, will, we'll pound it, get up a series of amantium rixa. There are what may perhaps be termed trifles, but which, nevertheless, greatly mar the effect of this picture in the eyes of a sportsman. Imprimis-the title does not strike us as being the true one; neither of the jolly fox-hunters look anything like Meltonians, but rather such as hunt for pleasure in their own county, and not the dandified exquisites who resort to Melton for a month or two, because it is the fashion, and generally are right glad of the excuse, "Whene'er the snow comes feathering down, While the gentlemen before us would take to thinning the breed of ducks and snipes. Again, the spurs of the younger sportsman are much too thin and too long; and he has on moreover a black neckcloth and kerseymere breeches--a Meltonian in kerseymeres! We fear Mr. Clint is no sportsman, and we should advise him, the next time he essays to turn out a Leicestershire swell, to have a look at one of Grant's hunting pictures. No. 570. The Luncheon.-J. G. Pasmore. A fair painting of two elderly gents. (portraits) refreshing themselves after a morning among the birds. No. 599. The dying Hound.-C. Grimstone. Highly expressive of its title: the old hound, very well painted, has just reached the stream, and is giving up the ghost on the brink of it. No. 602. Cattle at pasture.-T. S. Cooper. We would have taken two to one, before seeing this, that the principal characters would be a bull and a large dock, and it is even so-for years has been-and we suppose ever will be. Mr. T. S. Cooper is as fond of introducing a bull into his subjects, as his namesake the R.A. is a grey horse. To be sure, they are both hard to excel in depicting the animals they so much delight to work upon; still," variety is charming." The grouping, colouring, and finishing of this picture is very near perfection; the animals we think quite perfect-the sheep, the goats, and the great gun of the lot-the bull, not forgetting his very old friend the dock. This picture is a capital example of the old precept -"practice makes perfect." No. 622. Interior-dead game.-E. W. Gill. An old subject, but one which rarely fails to make a good picture, and which we are happy we can say for this. A good No. 639. "Give a poor dog a bone."-J. Bateman. idea well worked out, and with a deal of humour about it. A small rough terrier is standing on his hind-legs, looking most pitifully at a Newfoundland dog, lying "in all his full-blown dignity," with a paw on a bone, and looking like an alderman would at a tramper. "Give you a bone! d-n you! I'll give you a guinea for your appetite." No. 717. The bay Arab presented by the Imaum of Muscat to his late Majesty, William IV.-C. Josi. What we should call a queer-actioned brute, but a fair portrait of the royal steed. No. 977. Duke, the property of Mrs. Pearl.-J. Cook. A pretty black and white spaniel, taken in a style in which the great |