er mind
your things!" he shouted, at the same time that, catching her up and
holding her in his strong right arm, he started off at a fast run.
"Better to lose your clothes than miss your train!" C. W. Mitchell.]

[Illustration: No. 27. Posed and Painful! Standing for her photograph,
and feels that the head-rest is no rest for the head. J. J. Shannon.]

[Illustration: No. 96. The Haunted Glen; or, The Bird-nesting
Trespasser Conscience-struck. "Oh! I'll pretend I don't see them!"
Hon. John Collier.]

[Illustration: No. 92. "'Fling' Defiance!" Professor Herkomer's
Heel-and-toe lads, "Jock and Charlie," back themselves against (No.
108) Mr. Alfred Hartley's "Harry and Neil,'" sons of Lord Rosebery,
attired as they are for a reel or a fling, or any form of National
Sc(h)ottische dance.]

PICK OF THE PICTURES.

(_New Gallery--continued._)

No. 11. "_Her First Ball_;" or, "_Train 'em up in the way she should
bowl_." Portrait of little girl preparing to be a Lady-Cricketer. She
has the ball in her hands, and is only waiting to cry out "Play!" G.
P. JACOMB-HOOD.

No. 15. _Charming Picture of Nobody Nowhere_, Miss ANNA ALMA-TADEMA.

No. 20. _Portrait of W. Matthew Hale, Esq._ By JOHN PARKER. "All
Hale!"

No. 37. "_Silver Mist._" This ought to have been the picture of a
gentleman in search of a threepenny piece; but it isn't. FRED HALL.

No. 66. _The Departing Guest._ E. BURNE-JONES.

The ending of the party see,
"O let us get a cab for thee!"
"Nay," quoth the guest, "I've wings! so I,
Like to the trout, will take a fly."

No. 112. _Alderman J. Stone-Wigg._ First Mayor of Tunbridge Wells.

Indeed you look an Alderman,
'Tis true I've seen a balder man.
"J. STONE-WIGG" is the name I see,
Which "Lost or Stolen-Wig" should be.

No. 160. _Portrait of Lady Simpson. Bravo_, Mr. VAL PRINSEP, A.R.A.
Uncommonly good. A parody of the old song should have been selected by
the Artist as a motto for the picture:--

Lady SIMPSON has a dog--
I don't know its name--
Pretty tail has dog, _incog._
Ribands round the same.

No. 170. "_The Spirit of Life._" By ARCHIE MACGREGOR. "Eh, ARCHIE
mon! aiblins, 'tis just the whusky-still the Leddie's at, takin' a wee
drappit i' the 'ee. And why did ye nae ca' it, 'Still Life'"?

No. 177. _Portrait of Mrs. George Lewis._ Excellent, Mr.
Colour-SARGENT! N.B.--Very few "Sergeants" left; but Mr. GEORGE LEWIS
has secured the best of them to paint this portra