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TALK OF THE TOWN. PIIKSS DAY-CRITICS AND THE ROYAL INSTITUTE— SOME OF THE PICTURES—PICTORIAL SARCASM—A COMIC PICTURE SHOW-" BABY BLACKLFG "—HOW THEY'LL 1)0 IT—ORDKR COL. SAUNDEKSON—THE LANGUAGE OF YLOWERS PRIMROE DAY A AMERICAN EXHIBITION—BOSSES— OFF HER HEAD —ABORIGINES -A BRUTE—THE SIXTH COilJlAND- MENT AND ITS LTMITS- TEACHIG THE YOUNG IDEA NOT TO PIIOOT —' JACK IN TiiE BOX. "— JUSTIFIABLE BOYC KITING—THE OBTRUSIVE AMA- TEUR. PBEiiS day at the Royal Institute iueans anything but a press of company: it Intó;i¡,ns the great ,galleries, spick and spall, glowing, with colour, untenanted .save by some dozen "critics" (or shall I say representatives ?") with note-book in hand, and chin in air, looking bewildered and bored. A few of the critics are petticoaied. I spent a profitable two hours discursively, till, almost colour-blind, I mounted to the top storey and ate sandwiches and drank sherry, surrounded by the prizes for the Art Union, which crowded the walls. A feeling of disappointment crept ovrr me as I left the exhibit—I had carried away no new impression. The pictures are not larce, many are absurdly small, and it requires the acumen of a sound critic to discover merit in small eff,)rts. When the Lifeboat's Out," by W. H. Weathernead, R.I., as a subject, im- pressed me as much as anything, and the execu- tion struck me as of high excellence. The scene is the interior of a seaman's cot. Through the lattice window the sea, lashed by storm, is seen. A child of ten looks out her mother, folding an infant in her arms, sits with b«nt head, her face showing the tension of dread. Behind her stands an aged female, her or her husband's mother, sternly, repressively anxious. The whole story is told at a glance-a story our wild winter, hardly "v.r, has repented more than once, There are 1028 exhibits in all. The I galleries are the finest in London, and the arrangement of the pictures is"' excellent. The prizes for the Art Union are to the value, of £ 10,000. There are 1000 in all, and they range in value from 630 guineas downwards. From ideality I diverged to oiicJeality, as represented by a king of funnv-makers—Mr Harry Furniss— who has hung the Gainsborough Gallery, in old Bond-street, with his clever travesties, in black and white, of the creations of the R.A.'s. Very soon, as the gallery quietly filled, all atmosphere of mirt-i was felt. Many were often puzzled as to the painter travestied, as you had to recognise the original with sometimes very little help. However, an occasional pun gave you a hint, as in "Art is long," the object being one of the creations of I EDWAED LONG, R.A., a girl in her teens, about twelve seemingly, She is seated on a tall stool, is pretty, aud in long strips-that is, her legs are long, so are her arms, and her neck, and her back. "A <S7aecT-Terrier gives that animal standing on its head. In a travesty of a landscape with cattle, by Davis, we have a fierce Kyloe jnmping over the moon and in one of Briton Riviere's, a prostrate man has a dog's head fitted like a loose stopper into the neck The ridicule of the numerous pictures of little misses, with black spindle legs, a la Millais and others, is capital. Baby Blackleg the artist calls the genus-Chippendale ebony legs, tangled hair, huge cap, and all the rest of it. The pictures are beautifully drawn, but not a mannerism or a fault of the victims escapes. The sarcasm is not ill- natured, but yet it is perfect, I heard fears ex- pressed that. Mr Furaiss's happy thought would be copied, and that we should soon have all the comic artists with shows of their own. Well, imi- tation is the sincerest flattery. At present, the Royal Academy guy'd is one of the best shows in Mayfair. There is t,-ilk-and how much talk there is in the House of Commons we all know, to our legisla- tive cost-of enrolling a corps of special service police, for duty during Irish debate nights, to keep the peace between the benches and THTS IS HOW THEY'LL DO IT V Among the most provoking speakers in the House stands Col. Saunderson, who brought about the scene which led to Mr Healy's suspension. The gallant colonel is a leader of the Orange faction, which claims a monopoly of loyalty in Ireland. These fine fellows are loyal so long as they can get their own way. It will be remem- bered that when Mr Gladstone introduced the Home Rule Bill, they bragged that they would line the last ditch and fieht to the last man It should also b? recalled in this the year of jubilee that shortly before the accession of Queen Victoria the Orange lodges entered into a val--t and wide- spread conspiracy for the purpose of preventing the Queen from ascending the Throne. They wanted one of their own order, the dreary, ¡ galloping" Duke of Cumberland, maoe king of England. But the Orange opposition to her Majesty collapsed, even as I COL. opposition seeirs destined to prove futile. When the foes of Home Rule are obliged to fall back on falsehood of the worst kind their case is indeed hopeless. I saw a sensible falling off in the display of primrose badges on the commemorative 19th of April. It was feared that the supply of the flower would fall short, but there was a far larger quantity than required. In the City proper I saw very few button holes," but in the West End, towards the afternoon, most of the better classes sported a bunch. I once read, in some work or paper on folk-lore, that each person has a patron flower awarded to him, or her at birth, similar in SOJIB .subtle particular to his j I or her nature. A pretty conceit, with, perhaps, jj: i a deeper-lying meaning than we wot of. In what particular the simple primrot>e resembled one of < the subtlest intellects of the present century is < beyond our ken. The violet ij' the chosen bloom t., of the clouded Bonaparte dynasty, and the rich scarlet carnation of tiie hapless Stuarts. A [ Darwin yet to come may trace upwards from the ethics of Sowers a humau soul. r The Westminster statue of Lord Beacorrsfieid had a glory of the tributary fl ;wer indeed, the V neighbourhood of St. Stephen's was fooded in !| light—yellow being, as we are told somewhere, the daughter of light. Tiie Queen sent her wrei-tii for the grave at Hughendeu. Her Majesty is i' faithful of memory. Was it not odd unit the division ou the Coercion Bill should have occurred f ou Primrose Day ? {; The Amencau Exhibition opens uti the 9th { May. It will be worthy of its people in size and ,■ go. Tne buildings cover an area of twenty-seven1 acres, and employment is given to about 1,50, hands daily. Someone told me, the other day; that he never knew an enterprise with so many 1 "bosses." Passing by the big gates that enclose 1 the woodwork skirting the builuiug, I see very ] day, come wet, come dry, crowds of respectably f dresse.1 labourers of ail degrees in hupes of being f hired. What between this show and the various Jubilee entertainments, London will be slightly off her head, seasoned as that orgau has been by the previous graua exhibitions. It was odd that Brother Jonathan should take up the thread where we dropped it. The specimens of the Indian" ale enough to frighten a quiet neighbourhood, though J. I daresay they are more harmless than our native-born rough. Two young ladies living close to this encampment, ou returning from an < evening party, near St. Mary's Church, Ken- sington, were knocked down twice by a rough f who had demanded their money. One of the î ladies had a tooth knocked out the other came off with a black eye. They were in evening 1 dress, and, the night being line, had elected to £ take the train home, the station being close to hand. The fellow got clear away. N.B.—No police within hail. I cannot refrain from teliirg a story I have just met with, not out ot order with the above. A ) missionary among the Indians in the far West found it very ubtiicuU ti) inske the braves compre- hend Christian doctrine. He tried his best to eu- I lighten them by eiving separate lesson* 011 each of the Commandments. On the sixth Command- ment he dwelt urgently, and, to test their couipre- iiension of his teaching, desired ;di who had com- mitted murder to wtand up. Three arose. He repeated his arguments, and again, at his call, only three, as before, replied. After reflecting a minute, he cried Will all those who have 1 tomahawked their Mothers-in-law please stand up ? Nineteen arose. "The Red Lamp," the new play at the Princess's, is to be addeii to the fair list of suc- cesses this seasoa so far. The plot carries us into Russia, aud involves Nihilism and despotism. The house was crowded, tLIe Prince being present. The acting was capital. Miss liosina Philipoi, as Filinc, the maid, scores a geuuine. triumph. This young lady is a remarkably clever and promising artiste. At the Strand I JACK IN 1 iE BOX (Miss Fanuie Leslie) is sti drawing full houses. My sketch is an excellent ikeness, taken from a photograph by the London Stereo and Photo Co. It represents Jack all a paper boy selling his merchandise iu the streets. The impersonation is marvellous, and to the life. No better piece ot its kind is running in London at present. Á proftos of the Strand, I regret to hear that Mr* Charles Terry has had to cancel her engagement with the Compton Comedy Company, owing to i:i health. Mrs Terrv made one of the elements of success In that brilliant and refined company during their time in London. I think tbat, if boycotting as a principle could ever receive the moral sanctian of thinking: people, it would be when applied to the stage amateur. If professionals were at one on the watter, the intruder would soon be stopped effectually. I have beard bitter complaints from clever and popular artistes, of both the lyric and the dramatic stage, of the interference of the amateur in their bread-winning. In the musical profession tins is especially the case, as, rather than not be heard, the clever amateur offers to sing for nothing, a fact which makes remumerative drawing-room engagements difficult to get. One of the greatest theatrical attractions of London will soon cease-I mean "Faust." Mr Irving goes off to the beautiful West, there to star it with his incomparable troupe. Before he leaves he wishes to revive our memories of his other great successes, "Toe Beds, "Hamlet," and I "LOUIS r.i. Never lid tbe gre; it power's genius touch highei strings than in the> role of the ascetic monarch. This week Mr Irvine has given several representa- tions "f Mathias in The Belle, and of Jiugle- characters as diverse jks could well be imiginodi There is, ever and again, a rumour that the sword of knighthood will frsll on our Henry'V> broad shoulders but, perhaps,, the honour so cheapened of late years would not be accepted. I was tn',c;. at a recent function c'f that sort, when tii* resplendent blade her Majesty always uses fot the purpose touched the kneeling recipient's shoulder, accompanied by the words, Rise. Sir —— the newly-made knight, a provincial importation, cried out, your Majesty— directl3, ZTNCO.

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