THE STREETS OF LONDON. THE stately streets of London Are always "up" in Spring, To ordinary minds an ex-traordinary thing.

Then cabs across strange ridges bound,

Or sink in holes, abused With words resembling not, in sound,

Those Mrs. HEMANS used.

The miry streets of London,
Dotted with lamps by night;
What pitfalls where the dazzled
Sees doubly ruddy light! [eye
For in the season, just in May,
When many meetings meet,
The jocund vestry starts away,
And closes all the street.

The shut-up streets of London !
How willingly one jumps
From where one's cab must stop,
through pools

Of mud, in dancing pumps! When thus one skips on miry ways One's pride is much decreased, Like Mrs. Gilpin's, for one's

Lord W-ls-l-y (to Commander-in-Chief). "IN SEPTEMBER I HAVE TO RETIRE FROM MY COMMAND. Duke. "DEAR ME! I HAVEN'T!"

No. 195. All snuggled up! The
President is compelled to
(conomise space,

A. R. AT THE R. A.

(I.e., A Representative at the Royal Academy.

ANYONE arriving at Burlington House so early as to be the first person to pay his money and take his choice, will probably look straight before him, and will feel somewhat confused at seeing in the distance, but exactly opposite him, a dignified figure wearing a chain of office, politely rising to receive the early visitor. It can be no other than the President himself," will at once occur to the stranger within the gates; "and yet, did I not hear that he was abroad for the benefit of his health?" Then, just as he is about to bow his acknowledgments of the courtesy extended to him personally by the Chief Representative of Art in this country, he will notice seated, at the President's left hand, and staring at him, with a pen in his hand, ready either to take down the name of the visitor, or to make a sketch of him, a gentleman in whose lineaments anyone having the pleasure of being personally acquainted with Mr. STACY MARKS, R.A., would at once recognise those of that distinguished humourist in birdpainting. "Is there wisions about ?" will the puzzled visitor quote to himself, and then boldly advancing, hat in hand, to be soon replaced on head, he will come face to face with the biggest picture in the Academy, covering almost the entire wall.

No. 503. "How long! how long!"
Portrait of a blase youth. Even
his cane is jade-d! By John S.
Sargent, A.R.A.

The stately figure is not Sir FREDERIC LEIGHTON, P.R.A., who unfortunately has been compelled to go abroad for the benefit of his health-prosit!-nor is the seated figure Mr. S. MARKS; but the former is "The Bürgermeister of Landsberg, Bavaria," and the latter is his secretary, while the other figures, all likenesses, are "his Town Council" in solemn deliberative assembly. The picture, an admirable one, and, as will be pretty generally admitted, a masterpiece of the master's, is No. 436 in the book, the work of Meister HUBERT HERKOMER, R.A.

But as this is in Gallery No. VI., and as it is not every one who will be

Disgusted Sculptor. "SO YOU'VE GOT THE LINE IN TWO PLACES HAVE YOU? HANG ME IF I DON'T GIVE UP ART, AND GO IN FOR PAINTING!"

AT THE BANQUET, SATURDAY, MAY 4. CHAIR of absent President ably filled by Sir JOHN MILLAIS, who, pluckily struggling against evidently painful hoarseness, made, in returning thanks, an exceptionally graceful, touching, and altogether memorable speech. Odd to note that, had Sir JOHN, speaking hoarsely, broken down, we should have heard his remplaçant Horsley speaking. The incident, however, which will mark this banquet as unique in Academical records, was Sir JOHN's mistaking one Archbishop for the other, and, in consequence, pleasantly indicating by a polite bow to the prelate on his left, that he called upon him, the Archbishop of YORK, to reply for the visitors. YORK, you're wanted," said, in effect, the genial Sir JOHN, utterly ignoring the presence of His Grace of CANTERBURY. Whereupon, CANTERBURY collapsed, while the Northern Primate, vainly attempting to dissemble his delight, professed his utter surprise, his total unpreparedness, and straightforth hastened to improve the occasion. But before fifty words had passed the jubilant Prelate's lips, Sir JOHN, having discovered his mistake, rose quickly in his stirrups, so to speak, and pulled up the impetuous YORK just then getting into his called on The Primate of All England" (a snub this for YORK) to return thanks. "One Archbishop very like another Archbishop," chuckled the unabashed Sir JOHN to himself, as he resumed his seat, "but quite forgot that YORK as Chaplain to Academy is His Grace A LITTLE MIXED.-In its account of the private view at the Royal before dinner,' and CANTERBURY represents Grace after dinner."" Academy the Daily News says: "The Countess of MALMESBURY "Twas ever thus," muttered YORK, moodily eyeing the last drop in studied the sculpture in a harmonious costume of striped black and his champagne-glass, as he mentally recalled ancient ecclesiastical pink, and a picture hat trimmed with pink roses." This is pre-quarrels between the two provinces, from which the Southern Prelate sumably the result of the influence of Mr. HORSLEY. But isn't it had issued victorious. CANTERBURY flattered, but, fluttered, lost going a little too far, at least to begin with? A piece of sculpture-his chance. His Royal Highness's speech brief, comprehensive, say, a Venus-in a harmonious costume of striped black and pink effective. Lord ROSEBERY entertaining. "The rest is silence," or might pass. But the addition of a picture hat trimmed with pink better if it had been. No more at present. Good luck to the roses is surely fatal. Academy Show of 1895.

No. 767. Congratulations to T. B. KENNINGTON on his "Alderman George Doughty, J.P.," or, as the name might be from the charac-stride. Genially beaming on the slighted CANTERBURY, Sir JOHN teristic colouring, Alderman DEORGE GOUBTY, which is quite in keeping with the proverbial aldermanic tradition.