THE PICK OF THE PICTURES. (AT THE ROYAL ACADEMY.)
[Illustration: No. 164. Pilling Him. Affectionate wife insisting on the invalid taking a Bolus. Sidney Paget.]
[Illustration: No. 259. "A Select Committee." H. Stacy Marks, R.A.]
No. 278. "_The Fleecy Charge_." A title that suggests an attempt at extortion, but is here applied to _A picture in wool-work_ by the veteran, T. SYDNEY COOPER, R.A. Of course whatever the artist may ask for it, it will always be "sheep at the price."
No. 388. "_Writing a Message to St. Helena_." Hope St. Helena received it. Probably forwarded by a winged messenger as suggested by the name of the artist, which is EYRE CROWE, A.
No. 519. "_Gorse_." By DAVID MURRAY. Good? Why certainly, as a matter of gorse.
No. 697. Rather mixed subject, being "_Eventide_" by KNIGHT.
No. 1161. "_A Maiden Fair_." By G.A. STOREY, A. Never heard of such a thing as "a Maiden Fair," except in Oriental countries. She seems to be having all the fun of the Fair to herself. This concludes a series of Storeys in four numbers, 356, 704, 1043 and 1161, making up his "Tale." "And now my STOREY's done," that is, for this Season.
No. 1962. "_Triumph_" of ADRIAN JONES. It is so. Quite a triumph. The SMITHS, BROWNS and ROBINSONS nowhere compared with A. JONES.
No. 2001. "_H.M. Stanley--bust._" Is he? Poor STANLEY! It is to be hoped that the EMIN-ent explorer will forgive the sculptor, who is C.B. BIRCH, A. Fancy the indomitable STANLEY never yet beaten, but BIRCH'd at last!
NO. XVIII.--MARIAN MUFFET: A ROMANCE OF BLACKMORE.
(_BY_ R.D. EXMOOR, _AUTHOR OF "BORN A SPOON;" "PADDOCK ROWEL;" "WIT AND WITTY;" "TIPS FOR MARRIERS;" "SCARE A FAWN;" "'BRELLAS FOR RAIN," &C., &C., &C._)
["This," writes Mr. EXMOOR, "is another of my simple tales. Yet I send it forth into the world thinking that haply there may be some, and they not of the baser sort, who reading therein as the humour takes them, may draw from it nurture for their minds. For truly it is in the nature of fruit-trees, whereof, without undue vaunting, I may claim to know somewhat, that the birds of the air, the tits, the wrens, ay, even unto the saucy little sparrows, whose firm spirit in warfare hath ever been one of my chiefest marvels, should gather in the branches seeking for provender. So in books, and herein too I have some small knowledge, those that are of the ripest sort are ever the first to be devoured. And if the public be pleased, how shall he that made the book feel aught but gratitude. Therefore I let it go, not being blind in truth to the faults thereof, but with humble confidence too in much compensating merit."]