This is a very pleasing book, and, if the “Essays for Summer Hours” resemble it,1 we are not surprised at the favor with which they have been received, not only in this country but in England.
The writer, Mr. Lanman, is by profession a Landscape Painter, by pastime a fisherman of the speckled trout that serve as decoy to the most beautiful inland scenes, or of the larger fish that serve as excuse for passing the day on the boldest crags of the sea-shore. Thus business and pleasure have combined to lead him, during the months of fine weather, to many of the finest scenes, and these are described with grace, force, and a youthful glow of feeling, that make us very willing to be his companions, even where the mind least needs companionship.
This is a genuine sort of writing, as the record, in the evenings or rainy days, of what one has seen and enjoyed in the bright full hours. Nor are these the fancy-sketches of those hunters after the picturesque and poetic, of whose farsought delights, and far-fetched analogies we are so weary. They are familiar, free, showing a power of manly discrimination and manly thought, yet agreeably varied by touches of boyish fun.
We do not make extracts, because, though there is material for many good ones, they will all be seen to more advantage in connection with the whole, as the charm of the book lies in the stamp of living character upon it, as a whole.
We are interested in the criticisms passed by Mr. Lanman on painters, which express his own ideas of this art, and by some sketches of persons such as of the Lilly, and his friends, the “Lions of Burlington.”2 It is very pleasing to____________________