"Torrington," back! Back, "Stanley"! "Ecroyd," back!
Heed "the old hounds of reputation" here.
This shindy must be stopped, or 'twill, I fear,
Demoralise the pack!
THE OLDEST SKETCHING CLUB IN THE WORLD.
At the house of Nat Langham young men were taught how to use their hands skilfully years agone; at the home of the Langham their hands are trained with equal care and discretion, with a different end in view. At the former they were excited, at the latter they are soothed. The spirits of the last are finer, if less ardent, than those of the first. Friday cannot be unlucky, for all their sketches are produced on that proverbially unfortunate day. A subject is given, and in two hours, over pipes and coffee, it is completed. Marvellous these rapid acts of sketchmanship! The Impressionists nowhere! The result? Well, go to the Gallery, 23, Baker Street. Look at the collection of pictures—on the two hours' system—by Messrs. Stacey Marks, Calderon, Fred Walker, Hodgson, Cattermole, B. W. Leader, Charles Keene, E. Hayes, H. Moore, Vicat Cole, Frank Dicksee, E. Duncan, C. J. Lewis, F. Weekes, Carl Haag, and other clever gentlemen, and see if Mr. Punch is not right in his commendation. The Langham Sketching Club has existed over half a century, and this is its first public exhibition. Ah! well, it is never too late to mend.
The Winter's Tale at the Lyceum.
There's a charm in her innocent glances,