The goddess frowned upon me, And Psyche blushing wept, When saucy little Cupid My charges sad thus met. “She wearied me with kisses, And held me pris’ner fast, Blame not, O mother Venus, I broke her bonds at last.” * * * * * [Illustration: _Dallas._ BRIGHTLY, SC. “THE SMOKER.”] See Page 410. * * * * * [Illustration: GOLD FISH.] * * * * * THE FINE ARTS. EXHIBITION OF HUNTINGTON’S WORKS.—One of the halls of the Art Union Building in New York, has been occupied for some time by an exhibition of the collected works of Mr. HUNTINGTON. They are about one hundred and twenty in number. Some of them are his very earliest efforts, necessarily crude, having been executed in his college days, when his incipient passion for art, interfered materially with his progress in the classics. But as the artist himself observes, “the early blundering attempts of beginners in art, are not as painful as those of musical performers, or as insipid as the stammerings of incipient poets. The lamest groupings of a young painter are often amusing, and sometimes show what INMAN used to call ‘good intentions.’” It appears to us a very interesting feature in this exhibition, that we are able to trace the progress and development of Mr. HUNTINGTON’S talent. Thus we have “_Ichabod Crane flogging a Scholar_,” his first attempt at composition in 1834, which we may contrast with “_Mercy’s Dream_,” or the “_Christiana and Children_” the two paintings upon which his fame most securely rests. The gradual formation of his present pure style may be distinctly traced through his successive works.