only I don't think so double refined as I expected for a jenny. Fulmer says, in a verse about the company

There were the Thompsons, the Greens and the Nevensons, Two Miss Barkers, and twelve Mr. Smiths;

Three Miss Wilsons, Miss White, and the Stephensons, Pretty Miss Hawkins, and four of the Friths.

The Walkers and Bartons,

The Simpsons and Martins,
The Stubbses and Partons,
And old Mrs. Tate.

With Hopkins and Higgins,
And thin Mrs. Figgins,

And fat Mr. Wiggins,

The élite of the fête.

However one accident happened—somethink always does happen wherever we go. My second was beautifully dressed-all after one of the Magaseens, and quite unlike any body else—and somehow or other-I don't know whether it was the whet or what -but part of her close tumbled off; however the Bows which was about thought it was one of her sleeves, and nobody cared except her husband Mounsheer, who was quite in a bustle at loosing anything, and would make her tell him all about it, because he was terrified at seeing her so very much reduced in figger in so short a space of time-Mounsheer got it back from one of the Artillery Bombardeers which was in the garden to watch the river for fear it should get dry-howsoever there was plenty of water this time.

Well, B., after we had eat in four places, and tried for the fifth, but could get nothing, we went out just for a minuet, thinking the rein had sopsided; but we had scarce got out of the heating place when down it come agin, and we was obliged to run for it-(I don't run very expedishus at any time, much less after what I had eat) and got into what is called the committeeroom, a place as dark as pitch, and smelling like a seed shop; indeed I never seed such a place in my life; and there was the Tyrrelease Pheasants, and sich a silly gull a asking them all manner of foolish questions about their singeing their Tyrrelease kitches or whatever they are. This warn't lost upon Fulmer -and I have presarved that virse—

GOD SAVE THE KING was the best of the shew for us,
And it was greeted with loyalty's roar;

But, when they sang the words, "Long to rain over us,"
Nature herself seemed to call an encore.

'Twas in the committee-room,

Dark as a city room,

By no means a pretty room,
Close to the gate;

Amongst the complainers,

Thus warbled the Rainers,

Most apt entertainers,

For Saturday's fête.

Well B. and after that, I am sorry to say when it got to hold up for a minuet again, the Bows, which I thought had been a carrion the Shimpain and the vitals to the ladies, shewed by their conduct that they had only got the things in the names of the fair sects,

and as Fulmer said had added to the frauds of the neutral flags, by taking to themselves, under false pretences, what was shipped for other people-they was quite inhebriated, and played very improper pranks— Fulmer said, that he himself saw one lady play merry tricks, but if so, I dare say she'll learn to play new tricks before she comes there again-however, the conduct of the men was quite obstropolous, and one of them spoke to my seckond as if he had been introdeuced, and when he asked her name, and she said Ramsbottom, he behaved more imperently than he had done before, and said that he had noed us all long ago. I'm sure he never noed me, nor none of my daughters, and so I told him, and I begged Mr. Fulmer to find out the Secrethairy, Mr. Sabine, to come and speak to the imperent poppy; but Fulmer told me that we had better go away as fast as we could, for that when men were in that state none of the Sabines would be safe; so of course I would not go to hinger a respectable family, and we got over our uncles to the gate, where we found our servant Jenkins in the custardy of the officers, for nocking down a beetle belonging to the gardner, which would not let him poke his knows in to look for us. So Fulmer did (what, considering the weather, was quite necessary,) gave his curd to the pelisseman, and baled out the footman.

But I must say a Jew, and I cannot help thinkin how surprized Fulmer will be when he sees your pepper in the mornun. Lavy has been in bed ever since the Feet; our cousin Kate has got a swelled face; the Hauls have both got bad coughs, and

Mounsheer and his wife have been takin teasannes every nite and morning; however, I hope we shall soon get about, and if what I have saved out of the phier is of any use, you are welkum.

Yours, dear B., always,

DOROTHEA L. RAMSBOTTOM.

WE have the highest respect for the arts and for artists; we are perfectly aware of the numerous qualifications requisite for a painter—we know and feel the difficulty, and duly consider the quantity of talent necessary to the painting even of a bad picture : the years of probationary labour expended before even the palette comes into use, the days and nights of watching and toil after it is assumed, and the variety of chemical, mechanical, and scientific knowledge, which must be brought to bear upon a subject before the idea of the painter can be transferred to canvas.

These feelings, and this respect for the art, and professors of painting, make us slow to censure; and although we have long had our eyes upon some of the public exhibitions of the season, we have refrained from commenting upon them till the common curiosity of the town had repaid, in some measure, the care and anxiety of those in whose studies they had their origin.

With such feelings we were disposed to regard Mr.