On Thursday night, T.R.H. Everybody and Everybody Else were present, and the scene was brilliant. Sir Frederick, a Prince among Presidents and a President among Princes, graciously welcomed the guests. He was assisted by Sir Everett Millais and Treasurer Horsley, who appeared rather weary, perhaps tired of counting the shillings, or worried by the uncertainty of the monetary value of the Boehm silver currency.
The Queen of the Pictures is still Professor Herkomer's Lady in black with the long gloves. She lingers in our memory, and will do so for many a long day. May we never see her in propriâ personâ, or disappointment might be our dole. The Lady in the picture cannot age. Even amidst all the living breathing beauty collected within those walls on Thursday last, the Lady on the wall, if we may so put it, "took the cake,"—though she didn't take it all, as there was plenty left for Miss Mary Anderson, Miss Dorothy Dene, and some other charming ladies. One more visit to the Royal Academy, and then the Show for 1887 will have passed away. Then, after a brief holiday, the Artists will be again at work, according to their individual taste and fancy, taking (lucky gourmets!) each one just what best suits his palette. Au revoir!
HIBERNIA TO THE QUEEN.
(On the occasion of the Visit of Princes Victor and George of Wales.)
Your Majesty's Grandsons I welcomed with joy,
At a time when I'm horribly worried;
Albert Victor and George—he's a broth of a boy—
Their visit was brief and too hurried.
Ah, then, if your Majesty's self we could see,