own--
Awkward gear, awkward gear!
Is he content to put it down?
No, I fear; no, I fear.
If Workman I as Workman he,
Perhaps he'll just change hats with me!

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THE FRENCH GALLERY.--Oddly enough the French Gallery contains but a
small proportion of French pictures. Possibly Mr. WALLIS thinks it is
not high-bred to appear too long in a French _role_--perhaps he fancies
the public would get crusty or the critics might have him "on toast."
Anyhow, he has taken French leave to do as he pleases, and the result is
very satisfactory. He does not lose our Frenchship by the change. There
are three remarkable pictures by Prof. FRITZ VON UHDE, and two by Prof.
MAX LIEBERMANN, which ought to make a sensation, and there is an
excellent MUNKACSY, besides a varied collection of foreign pictures.

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MR. HENRY BLACKBURN, author of that annually useful work, _Academy
Notes_, is announced to give lectures at Kensington Town Hall, April 13.
One of his subjects, "Sketching in Sunshine," will be very interesting
to a Londoner. First catch your sunshine: then sketch. Mr. BLACKBURN
will be illuminated by oxy-hydrogen; he will thus appear as Mr.
White-burn; so altogether a light entertainment.

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[Illustration: AT THE "ZOO."

_Arabella._ "OH, AUG----MR. BROWN, LET'S GO TO THE APEIARY. I THINK THE
MONKEYS ARE SUCH FUN!" [_He did not Propose that afternoon!_]]

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THE WAY TO THE TEMPLE.

DEAR MR. PUNCH, _Willesden Junction._

Having been assured by a Phrenologist that my bump of locality is very
highly developed, I attempted the other day--although a perfect stranger
to London--to walk from Charing Cross to the Temple without inquiring
the route. I had absolutely no assistance but a small map of Surbiton
and the neighbourhood, from which I had calculated the general lie of
the country, and a plain, ordinary compass, which I had bought cheap
because it had lost its pointer. I am not sure that the route I took was
the most direct. But when, after several hours' walk, I found myself at
Willesden Junction, I was assured by a boy in the district, whom I
asked, that I could not possibly have gone straighter. He advised me to
take a ticket at once for Chalk Farm, as I still had some way to go, and
said that he thought I might have to change at Battersea. He was a