Sir J. Reynolds (aside). I cannot console them. Their indignation is too well grounded. I, too, am a painter, but I alone am ashamed of my country!
Punch, 1847.
Our artist enjoying himself in the Highlands. * * * * “On fine hot days, I have this to carry on my back.”
“On wet days, with my waterproof clothing, I am as comfortable as possible.”—Extract from a Private Letter.
“THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE (SKETCHING) SEASON.”
Papa. There, Henry! If you could do like that, I’d have you taught drawing, my boy!
“FINE ART.”