SHAKSPEARE ILLUSTRATED
"Oh, my prophetic soul! My uncle!"
Hamlet, Act I., Sc. 5.
A BROTHER ARTIST
["We have regularly attended the Academy now for many years, but never do we remember such a poor show of portraits; they cannot prove to be otherwise than the laughing-stock of tailors and their customers."—Tailor and Cutter.]
The tailor leaned upon his goose,
And wiped away a tear:
"What portraits painting-men produce,"
He sobbed, "from year to year!