.S. | there is a transparency in the
| shadows equal to Rembrandt.
The infant Cupid sleeping. |
R. DADD. |
|
Portrait of Lord Palmerston. |
A.L.L. UPTON. |
|
Coast Scene: Smugglers on the look |
out. |
H. PARKER. |
|
Portrait of Captain Rous, M.P. |
J. WOOD. |
/

Should the friends of any of the artists deem the praise a little too
oily, they can easily add such a tag as the following:--"In our humble
judgment, a little more delicacy of handling would not be altogether out
of place;" or, "Beautiful as the work under notice decidedly is, we
recollect to have received perhaps as much gratification in viewing
previous productions by the same."

FOR THE HALF CONDEMNED:

This artist is, we much fear, on the decline; we no longer see the vigour
of handling and smartness of conception formerly apparent in his works:
or, "A little stricter attention to drawing, as well as composition, would
render this artist's works more recommendatory."

THE TOTALLY CONDEMNED:

Either of the following, taken conjointly or separately: "A perfect daub,
possessing not one single quality necessary to create even the slightest
interest--a disgrace to the Exhibition--who allowed such a wretched
production to disgrace these walls?--woefully out of drawing, and as badly
coloured," and such like.

* * * * *

A COMMENTARY ON THE ELECTIONS.

BY THE BEADLE OF SOMERSET HOUSE.

Well, lawks-a-day! things seem going on uncommon queer,
For they say that the Tories are bowling out the Whigs almost everywhere;
And the blazing red of my beadle's coat is turning to pink through fear,
Lest I should find myself and staff out of Office some time about the
end of the year.
I've done nothing so long but stand under the magnificent portico
Of Somerset House, that I don't know what I should do if I was for to go!
What the electors are at, I can't make out, upon my soul,
For it's a law of natur' that the _whig_ should be atop of
the _poll_.
I've had a snug berth of it he