No. 237. The Harmonious Family.
Gentleman Amateur (looking at music, aside to himself). That's the note she ought to be singing.
Lady Amateur (thinks to herself). I can sing without music. Rather! I'll give it 'em!
[Sings fortissimo.
Little Boy Amateur (toying low with violin, to himself). Yah! Go on! I'll cut in presently with my fiddle. That'll make 'em squirm!
No. 186. Eminent Solicitor disturbed at work by anxious and indiscriminate public. (Vide Letterpress.)
A Blow Out; or, Pipes in a Small Room after Dinner. Mr. G. is arguing the question with fair hostess. Lord Rosebery is regarding the Piper with ill-disguised horror.
No. 141. Il Cigaretto; or, Should Women Smoke? After her first attempt.
No. 105. "How It's Done;" or, Her First Toys. Worked with strings.
No. 113. "Will It Bite?" What does she see? A white mouse? Delightful this. Mr. Boughton, A.R.A.
No. 8. Symbolical Theatrical Picture. Production of The Tiger at St. James's Theatre. Tiger coming out strong, suddenly finds himself in presence of furiously antagonistic Gallery audience, represented by a venomous hissing snake, which has been waiting for him, like Chevy Slyme, round the corner. Snake also emblematic of "reptile press." Situation portrayed by J. T. Nettleship.
No. 1,146. Sale of Stanhope Forbes' effects. Artistic effects excellent. Should fetch high price.
No. 213. John Burns as the Italian Tenor, Signor Masharoni.
No. 98. Small and Early Architecture. Showing how to set up a boxful of the new building toy bricks.
No. 82. Evidently a Female Succi, or Fasting Woman.
Nos. 39 and 43. Admirable portrait of Sir John Pender (43) severely lecturing Thomas Hawksley, Esq. (39) and evidently telling the latter that he ought to be more careful. Both admirable portraits, by Professor Herkomer, A.R.A., Master of Bushey, F.A.S., M.A., Oxon.
No. 66. "Good morning, Ma'am! Have you used Squeers's soap? No. I thought not. Try it." Suggested for Advertisement by Edwin Ward.
No. 76. Undisguised Alarm. "What have I sat on!!" Perhaps you can tell us, Mr. R. W. Maddox.
No. 99. "My Eye!—I mean my left eye!" J. J. Shannon.
No. 108. Dog Stealing; or, what will they do with it? R. W. Macbeth, A.R.A.
No. 114. "Out! Out! Damp Spot!" Herbert Dalziel.
No. 119. Raised under Glass. Preserved Pheasant to be wound up and go off with a whirr-r. Can't make game of this. Your health, Sir John Millais, Bart., R.A.
No. 122. Question of taste. "Do these trousers go well with my Academicals? No. So I'll only show just a little bit of 'em, knee plus ultra. That'll please the artist." J. J. Shannon.
No. 144. "When Earthly Shapes are wrapped in Gloom." Miss A. Alma-Tadema.
No. 160. "I blacked my face last night to play the part of a female Christy Ministrel, and I haven't quite succeeded in getting it off this morning. Isn't it a pity, eh, Mr. Edwin Ward?"
No. 162. The Playful Monster. C. N. Kennedy.
No. 164. "Coming a Quiet Chuckle." Old Gentleman thinking over a good story, on which he calculates being asked out for the entire season. Percy Bigland.
No. 185. The Ferry. Charming! Ferry much so. G. H. Boughton, A.R.A.
No. 186. Dialogue overheard in front of this:—
He. Is that a portrait?
She. Yes; I think so.
He. Whose?
She (after referring to catalogue). George Lewis.
He (suddenly, after a pause). Who's George Lewis?!!!!!
What the reply was we don't know,—the question was too much for us, and we were caught in an attendant's arms, taken upstairs tenderly, and treated with care in the refreshment room. Who could imagine such ignorance possible in this "so-called Nineteenth Century!" "Who is George Lewis!" ... "Ask a policeman."