. William Hogarth: painter, engraver, and philosopher. Essays on the man, the work, and the time . the House of Correction. Oh !for a week of despotism to put down itinerant musiciansand street noises ; and should we require a fortnight ofthe despotism, I wonder, if the week were granted toour desires . The Enraged Musician is stated to be a portrait ofHandel. There is nothing to prove the assertion. Hiscountenance does not at all resemble that of theimmortal composer of the Messiah; and if we are totake the Harmonious Blacksmith as a test of the powerof endurance of extraneous sounds possesse
. William Hogarth: painter, engraver, and philosopher. Essays on the man, the work, and the time . the House of Correction. Oh !for a week of despotism to put down itinerant musiciansand street noises ; and should we require a fortnight ofthe despotism, I wonder, if the week were granted toour desires . The Enraged Musician is stated to be a portrait ofHandel. There is nothing to prove the assertion. Hiscountenance does not at all resemble that of theimmortal composer of the Messiah; and if we are totake the Harmonious Blacksmith as a test of the powerof endurance of extraneous sounds possessed by GeorgeFrederick Handel, he would more probably haveextracted something melodious from the odd charivarigoing on before his window, than have been driven torage thereby. Not to be passed over in mention of these one-actdramas, such as the Strolling Actresses, Southivark Fair,the Distressed Poet, the Enraged Musician, &c. &c., isthe oddly humourous picture called Taste in High was painted by Hogarth as a commission from awealthy and eccentric lady residing at Kensington—a. THE SHADOW OF THE FORTY-FIVE. 2/3 Miss Edwards,—who, having been sharply satirized insociety for her own personal oddities, took a sufficientlyoriginalvengeance, in commanding Hogarth to perpetuatewith his pencil the preposterous absurdities of the dressworn by the most exalted society of her time. Therenever has been, surely, before or since, a more ludicrousbeau than the exquisite who is in raptures with the finelady in the sack, over the diminutive cup and saucerthey have just picked up at a sale. Admire his cross-barred coat, his prodigious queue, his cuffs, his ruffles,the ladys muff he carries. The beau is said to beintended for my Lord Portmore, in the dress he wore atthe birthday drawing-room in 1742. We have seen themagnificent accoutrement of Tom Rakewell, when,bound for St. Jamess on a birthday, he was dragged*by unkind bailiffs from his sedan-chair. We read inWalpoles letters with w
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