THE EMIGRANT-SHIP. 75 of the subordinate parts, might have passed for a representation of a Calabrian bandit. Wilkie was appointed Painter to the King, by George IV., and was continued in this post by William IV., and by her present majesty, Queen Victoria; from whom he received the additional honour of knighthood. He painted portraits of his royal patrons; and two Court pictures-" George IV. received by the Nobles and People of Scotland at Holyrood House," and "Queen Victoria's First Council." In the autumn of 1840, Sir David Wilkie set out rather suddenly on an Eastern tour. He visited Germany, Turkey, Palestine, and Egypt; he painted a portrait of the young sultan in Constantinople, and made some progress with that of Mohammed Ali, in Egypt. His great object, however, was to qualify himself, by actual acquaintance with the scenery and climate of the Holy Land, for the production of Scripture pieces. While returning home, he was suddenly seized by mortal illness, and died on board the packet, June 1st, 1841. As the authorities of Malta deemed it prudent to refuse permission for the landing of the body, it was committed to the deep, the funeral service having been read by a clergyman who was among the passengers. Men of all political parties combined to pay their tribute of respect to the memory of Sir David Wilkie. The Right Hon. Sir Robert Peel, who had been his munificent patron and firm friend, presided at a meeting, in which it was resolved that a public monument should be erected to his memory, by subscription: and although the meeting was held on the very day when the administration, of which he formed a part, vacated office to make room for the cabinet of his rival, Lord John Russell moved one of the resolutions. The personal history of SIR DAVID WILKIE, with the public respect paid to his memory, is peculiarly calculated to encourage aspirants after professional excellence; since it can scarcely fail to suggest to them the animating truth, that in this free country, talent and industry are the passports to wealth and fame. " A flight of Swallows passed us to-day; some one said, 'If those birds had but sense to take news of us home, they'd be the welcome birds in Connaught, this day!' I stood and watched them out of sight, and God knows my heart went with them."-Extract from the Letter of an Irish Emigrant. BY LADY DUFFERIN. Он, happy, happy Swallows! The Spring is come again, And ye are bound for Summer homes beyond this weary main! "A hundred thousand welcomes."-ERSE. There is no life; there is no sound; the old man sits no more Few eyes shall watch your coming; few and sad our friends remain; For us alone, (poor exiles!) those words of kindly cheer, Oh, blessed words! the very sound takes back the heart again, Is the cabin still left standing? had the rich man need of all? Oh, could he know how much to us, that little field has been; But tell our friends in Ireland, that, in our distant home, We'll think of them, at that glad time, when back the swallows come; |