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execution stands unrivalled.

386. Hunt the Slipper; A.E. Chalon, R.A. In this picture several figures
are introduced _seriatim_, engaged at this old English, but now rather
unfashionable, game. A little too much vulgarity is displayed, though in
other respects the performance is highly praiseworthy.

413. Love the best Physician; painted at Paris by Monsieur Destouches.
Although we disapprove of the colouring and some parts of the execution of
this work, the subject is very interesting. A young man of fortune, who
had fallen in love with a beautiful young girl, becomes sick in
consequence of his hopeless passion. The physicians appear to have
rendered him no service, and as a last alternative, his friends prevail on
the girl to visit him, accompanied by her parents. The deep blushes with
which her face is suffused, and her downcast eyes, indicate the violent
agitation of her frame; while the sick man, having raised himself in bed,
stretches out his arms, and eagerly feasts his eyes on the charming object
of his love.--G.W.N.

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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.

SCIENCE OF BURIAL.

(_From a piquant, rambling paper in Fraser's Magazine_.)

We arrived at Otaheite just in time to witness the funeral ceremonies of
the pious chief Omaree. He was lying in state at his house above the
harbour where we landed, and we were invited to assist at the obsequies.
His _viscera_ were removed, and his _remains_, properly speaking, were
laid on an elegant palanquin or hanging bier, highly perfumed; around
which, and through the apartment, odorous oils were burning. Several of
his old friends came to see him, and complimented him highly on the state
of his looks and his good condition in various respects. They presented
him with numerous and tasteful gifts, which they assured him were sincere
tokens of their esteem, and hoped he would accept them as such. Omaree
replied by the mouth of an old priest who acted as master of the
ceremonies--assuring the good company, in return, that he was "as well as
could be expected," felt particularly flattered by the kind attentions of
his friends and visiters, and hoped they would make themselves quite at
home. "By the hand of my body," exclaimed the captain, sitting down to a
bowl of fresh Palmetto wine, and lighting a pipe at the foot-lights, "this
is the _dacentest_ wake I ever came across out of Ireland! Noble sir, your
good health and snug lyin