ished by three
things,--his avarice, his impudence, and his beard. In the time of
Hogarth, medicine was a mystery, and there were three things which
distinguished the physician,--his gravity, his cane-head, and his
periwig. With these leading requisites, this venerable party are most
amply gifted. To specify every character is not necessary; but the upper
figure on the dexter side, with a wig like a weeping willow, should not
be overlooked. His lemon-like aspect must curdle the blood of all his
patients. In the countenances of his brethren there is no want of acids;
but, however sour, each individual was in his day,

----------------a doctor of renown,
To none but such as rust in health unknown;
And, save or slay, this privilege they claim,
Or death, or life, the bright reward's the same.

[Illustration: CONSULTATION OF PHYSICIANS.]

DANIEL LOCK, ESQ. F.A.S.

Daniel Lock was an architect of some eminence. He retired from business
with an ample fortune, lived in Surrey-street, and was buried in the
chapel of Trinity College, Cambridge. This portrait was originally
engraved by J. M'Ardell from a painting by Hogarth, and is classed among
the productions of our artist that are of uncertain date.

[Illustration: DANIEL LOCK, ESQ. F.A.S.]

THE ENRAGED MUSICIAN.

"With thundering noise the azure vault they tear,
And rend, with savage roar, the echoing air:
The sounds terrific he with horror hears;
His fiddle throws aside,--and stops his ears."

We have seen displayed the distress of a poet; in this the artist has
exhibited the rage of a musician. Our poor bard bore his misfortunes
with patience, and, rich in his Muse, did not much repine at his
poverty. Not so this master of harmony, of heavenly harmony! To the
evils of poverty he is now a stranger; his _adagios_ and _cantabiles_
have procured him the protection of nobles; and, contrary to the poor
shirtless mendicant of the Muses that we left in a garret, he is arrayed
in a coat decorated with frogs, a bag-wig, solitaire, and ruffled shirt.
Waiting in the chamber of a man of fashion, whom he instructs in the
divine science of music, having first tuned his instrument, he opens his
crotchet-book, shoulders his violin, flourishes his fiddle-stick, and,

Softly sweet, in Lydian measure,
Soon he soothes his soul to pleasure.

Rapt in Elysium at the divine symphony, he is awakened from his beatific
vision, by noi