in several standard works of poetry. Her best known production is an "Epitaph: A Life," and often attributed incorrectly to German sources. It is as follows: "I came at morn-'twas Spring, and smiled, I walked abroad at noon, and lo! I sate me down-'twas Autumn eve, I laid me down at night-and then Among self-taught poets Mary Pyper is entitled to an honourable place. Mr. John T. Page furnishes us us with the following inscriptions copied from Hogarth's monument in Chiswick churchyard. It was erected, says Mr. Page, in 1771, seven years after his death, and is a tall piece of masonry crowned with a funeral urn. Beneath this, on the side facing the church, are carved in low relief a mask, maul-stick, palette and brushes, a laurel wreath and an open book bearing the title of his famous "Analysis of Beauty." On the same side, on a small block of Aberdeen granite at the foot of the memorial, is recorded the fact that it was Restored by WILLIAM HOGARTH, of Aberdeen, in 1856. It has well stood the "storm and stress since then, but is now beginning to show signs of the need of another restoration, for, on the east side, over the inscription, the combined armorial bearings of Hogarth and his wife are as nearly as possible obliterated. The inscriptions are as follows: (N. Side.) Farewell great Painter of mankind! Who reach'd the noblest point of Art, If Genius fire thee, Reader, stay; If Nature touch thee, drop a Tear; If neither move thee, turn away, For HOGARTH'S honour'd dust lies here. (E. Side.) Here lieth the body of WILLIAM HOGARTH, ESQR., who died October the 26th 1764 MRS. JANE HOGARTH wife of William Hogarth Esqr. D. GARRICK. Obit. the 13th of November 1789 (W. Side.) Here lieth the Body of MRS. ANNE HOGARTH Sister to WILLIAM HOGARTH ESQR. She died August the 13th 1771 aged 70 years Also the Body of MARY LEWIS Spinster died 25th March 1808 (S. Side.) Here lieth the Body of DAME JUDITH THORNHILL Relict of SR JAMES THORNHill Knight of Thornhill in the County of Dorset She died November the 12th 1757 aged 84 years. The lapse of one hundred and thirty years, says Mr. Page, has not served to dim the ardour with which the works of William Hogarth are cherished by the English nation. His "Harlot's Progress not only served to reconcile his father-in-law, Sir James Thornhill, to the runaway match the plebeian Hogarth had contracted three years before with his daughter, but it is still looked upon as his chef d'œuvre by many eminent critics; and there is nearly always to be seen a crowd round his " Marriage a la Mode" in the National Gallery. The virulent contest with Wilkes and Churchill, with which his last days were embittered, has long ago been forgotten, and the name of William Hogarth still lives, and will be popular for all time through his admired series of paintings and engravings, which are prized and hoarded with an ever-increasing love by their happy possessors. Fairholt, in his "Homes, Works, and Shrines of English Artists,"* gives an interesting sketch of the career of William Etty, the son of a miller, who for seven years was an apprentice to a printer in Hull, but devoted all his spare time to art, and eventually after many struggles won a high place amongst the painters of the period. He was buried in the churchyard of St. Olave, York, where from the beautiful grounds of the Yorkshire Philosophical Society, and through one of the arches of the ruined Abbey of St. Mary, his tomb may be seen. The arch near his grave was closed, but was opened to bring in sight his tomb. Fairholt is in error in saying it bears the simple inscription : WILLIAM ETTY, ROYAL ACADEMICIAN. Mr. Some years ago from the other side of the tomb we copied the following inscription from a crumbling stone: WILLIAM ETTY, ROYAL ACADEMICIAN, Who in his brilliant works has left an enduring monument of his exalted genius. Earnestly aiming to attain that lofty position on which his highly gifted talents have placed him, he throughout life exhibited an undeviating perseverance in his profession. To promote its advancement in his beloved country he watched the progress of those engaged in its study with the most disinterested kindness. * London, 1873. |