(_New Gallery--continued._)
No. 11. "_Her First Ball_;" or, "_Train 'em up in the way she should
bowl_." Portrait of little girl preparing to be a Lady-Cricketer. She
has the ball in her hands, and is only waiting to cry out "Play!" G.
P. JACOMB-HOOD.
No. 15. _Charming Picture of Nobody Nowhere_, Miss ANNA ALMA-TADEMA.
No. 20. _Portrait of W. Matthew Hale, Esq._ By JOHN PARKER. "All
Hale!"
No. 37. "_Silver Mist._" This ought to have been the picture of a
gentleman in search of a threepenny piece; but it isn't. FRED HALL.
No. 66. _The Departing Guest._ E. BURNE-JONES.
The ending of the party see,
"O let us get a cab for thee!"
"Nay," quoth the guest, "I've wings! so I,
Like to the trout, will take a fly."
No. 112. _Alderman J. Stone-Wigg._ First Mayor of Tunbridge Wells.
Indeed you look an Alderman,
'Tis true I've seen a balder man.
"J. STONE-WIGG" is the name I see,
Which "Lost or Stolen-Wig" should be.
No. 160. _Portrait of Lady Simpson. Bravo_, Mr. VAL PRINSEP, A.R.A.
Uncommonly good. A parody of the old song should have been selected by
the Artist as a motto for the picture:--
Lady SIMPSON has a dog--
I don't know its name--
Pretty tail has dog, _incog._
Ribands round the same.
No. 170. "_The Spirit of Life._" By ARCHIE MACGREGOR. "Eh, ARCHIE
mon! aiblins, 'tis just the whusky-still the Leddie's at, takin' a wee
drappit i' the 'ee. And why did ye nae ca' it, 'Still Life'"?
No. 177. _Portrait of Mrs. George Lewis._ Excellent, Mr.
Colour-SARGENT! N.B.--Very few "Sergeants" left; but Mr. GEORGE LEWIS
has secured the best of them to paint this portrait.
No. 194. Very charming is "_The Closing of an October Day._" By GEORGE
H. BROUGHTON, A.R.A. He has caught the "Early Closing Movement" to the
life.
No. 242. "_In the Grip of the Sea-Wolf_"; or, "_Early Bathing at
Boulogne_." E. M. HALE.
No. 324. And a good Judge too! _Portrait of Sir Douglas Straight._ The
DOUGLAS, "bearded in his den"! Quarter (Sessions) Length. Sad end to a
distinguished career to be "quartered, drawn, and hung"! Congratulate
Artist, Miss VERA CHRISTIE, on good likeness.
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[Illustration: EVOLUTION EXTRAORDINARY.
_British Tourist_ (_who has been served with a Pig's foot_). "WHAT'S
THIS? I ORDERED QUAIL!"
_Negro Waiter._ "WALL--Y'EV GOT QUAIL!"
_British Tourist_. "QUAIL! WHY A QUAIL'S A BIRD!"
_Negro Waiter._ "NOT HERE!"]
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Anti-Epidemic Treatment.
(_Being Summary of Robson Roosetem Pasha's Article in New Review._)
Boil Bacillus,
Or he'll kill us.
From Filter filthy grown
Don't drink water,
Save rates per quarter,
And so "Leave _well_ alone."
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COMPANION WORKS.--Shortly to appear: _My Wife's Bodice_. By the Author
of _His Wife's Soul_.
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