MARKS, R.A.

Old Song, illustrated by SIDNEY COOPER, R.A.

No. 250. "Ticklish Times; or, the First Small and Early in the Ear." "She sat, half-mesmerised, thinking to herself, 'Shall I have many dances this season?' 'You've got a ball in hand,' whispered small and early Eros Minimus. 'Ah,' she returned, dreamily, 'a bawl in the hand is indeed worth a whisper in the ear.'" From the Greek of Akephalos. W. ADOLPHE BOUGUEREAU.

No. 204. "Three Little Maids from School." A wealth of colour. The subject is this:—After an ample school-feast, the girls sat drowsily under an orange-tree, when they were suddenly startled by the appearance of a snake. "Don't be frightened, Betsy Jane," cried Anna Maria, the eldest; "'ee won't 'urt yer, 'ee only comes from the Lowther Harkade." Sir Fred. Leighton, Bart., P.R.A.

No. 272. The Flying Farini Family. Nothing like bringing 'em up to the acrobatic business quite young. PHIL R. MORRIS, A.

No. 290. "Sittin' and Satin." IRLAM BRIGGS. [N.B.—Mr. P. always delighted to welcome the immortal name of BRIGGS. Years ago, one of JOHN LEECH's boys drew "BRIGGS a 'anging," and here he is,—hung!]

No. 310. First-rate portrait of a Railway Director looking directly at the spectator, and saying, "Of course, I'm the right man in the right place, i.e., on the line." Congratulations to HUBERT HERKOMER, R.A.

No. 311. Popping in on them, in not quite a friendly way, by Very Much in ERNEST CROFTS, A.

No. 317. "Strong Op-inions." A Political Picture by a Liberal Onionist. CATHERINE M. WOOD.

No. 342. A Person sitting uprightly. By BENTLEY.

No. 351. "Only a Couple of Growlers, and no Hansom!" By J.T. NETTLESHIP.

No. 458. "Peas and War." Club Committee ordering dinner. See corner figure (L.H. of picture) with Cookery Book. The Steward says, "We can't have peas." Mr. J.S. B-lf-r remonstrates strongly, "What! not have peas? Nonsense!" That's how the row began, and they "gave him beans." "A limner then his visage caught," and managed the awkward subject so as to please everybody; which the limner's name is Hubert Herkomer, R.A.

No. 373. "There is a Flower that bloometh." The Mayor of AVON, as he appeared 'avon his likeness (A 1) taken by PHIL R. MORRIS, A.

No. 412. "Hush a bye, Bibby!" Capital picture, speaks for itself. "I know that man, he comes from—Liverpool." Brought here by LUKE FILDES, R.A.

No. 440. "Poppylar Error." Old Lady (loq.). "Oh, dear! I've eaten one o' them nasty stuck-up poppies, and I do feel so—Oh! I feel my colour is gradually PALIN (W.M.)."

No. 502. "What, no Soap!" She may appear a trifle cracky, but no one can say that this picture represents her as having gone "clean mad." ANNA BILINSKA.

No. 699. "Very Like a Whale," only it's a buoy not caught yet. C.N. Henry.

No. 553. Margate Sands in Ancient Times. Cruel conduct of an Ancient Warrior towards a young lady who refused to bathe in the sea. Full of life by E.M. HALE (and Hearty).

No. 575. "Poor Thing!" Touching picture of ideal patient in Æsthetic Idiot Asylum. LUCIEN DAVIS.

No. 636. "A Clever Examiner drawing him out." [N.B.—This ought to have been exhibited at A. TOOTH's Exhibition.] RALPH HEDLEY.

No. 989. La Seagull. Awful fight between a gull and a boiled lobster. Allan J. Hook. [N.B.—Your eye is sure to be caught by this Hook. But the picture must be looked at from our point of view, from the opposite side of the room.]

No. 686. Upper part of Augustus Manns, Esq. The Artist has, of course, chosen the better part. "MANNS wants but little here below," but he doesn't get anything at all, being cut off, so to speak, in his prime about the second shirt-button. Exactly like him as he was taken before the Artist at "Pettie Sessions."

No. 1041. "Every Dog must have his Dose; or, King Charles's Martyrdom." FRED HALL.

SCULPTURE.—The descriptions in the Guide are too painful. We prefer not, to give any names, but here are specimens:—"Mr. So-and-so, to be executed in bronze"; "The late Thingummy—bust!" These will suffice. Then we have No. 1997. "All Three going to Bath" by GEORGE FRAMPTON; and last, but not by any means least, a very good likeness of our old friend J.C. HORSLEY, R.A., and while we think of it, we'll treat him as a cabman and "take his number," which it's 1941, done by JOHN ADAMS-ACTON, and so, with this piece of sculpture, we conclude our pick of the Pictures with this display of fireworks; that is, with one good bust up! Plaudite et valete!

ARS LONGA.

THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES.

"THAT'S THE NEW DOCTOR—AND THOSE ARE HIS CHILDREN!"

"HOW UGLY HIS CHILDREN ARE!"

"WELL, NATURALLY! OF COURSE DOCTORS HAVE GOT TO KEEP THE UGLY ONES THEMSELVES, YOU KNOW!"

RECKONING WITHOUT THEIR HOST.