We yesterday enjoyed a twat of the most exquisite kind,
in the sight of a picture that realized all that can be conceived of the power of painting. It is a Alaedalen by CORREGIO, a hall-length the size of life : she leans on her elbow, her hand supporting her bead, which is thrown back, the eyes being turned upward with a look of divine sor- row and resignation. The union of simplicity and individual nature with beauty and sublimity of expression and majesty of form, was never more perfectly exemplified. It is in the grandest style of Coaaaana ; highly timmi.hel, yet painted with great freedom ; and the colouring sure passes is brilliancy and depth of tone even the famous specimens in the National Gallery. It is a miracle of art ; and vindicates, beyond any work of the master that we have bad the good fortune to see, the transcendent powers ascribed to him. " lint is it really it Cureggio e" we hear some sceptical reader ask. We too had our doubts before we saw it ; but they vanished when the curtain dropt from before the picture. As, however, the painting will doubtless be exhibited, we forbear to say more at present: though we are tempted to tell the story of its acquisition by the foltunate possessor, Mr. .ATIIIIIIf4TOSIE. It was knocked down to Lim for a few guineas, at the Auction.mart, where he saw it among a heap of spoiled canvas that an amateur (no connoisseur) of pictures bad sent to be sold. This gentleman had bought it in Italy for I001.—admiring its
beauty, but ignorant of its value. It is in perfect preservation, and uncontaminated by the touch of " restorers."
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