adema, R.A., Marcus Stone, R.A., Briton
Riviere, R.A., John Brett, A.R.A., ... and others."

What! is the Immaculate impure?--and shall the Academy have coquetted
with the unclean?

Had Alma the classic aught in common with this 'Arry of commerce?

Believe him not, Atlas!

O Alma! O Ichabod! forgive us the thought of it!

Surely also the pots of "the Forty" do boil before the Lord, and the
flames of the chosen were unfanned by the feather of 'Arry's
goose-quill.

Again:

"My experience in art matters has been briefly as follows:

"I have worked at the subject continually in Italy, having for that
purpose travelled and stayed in that country--at least a dozen times.
I have also painted in France, Germany, and Belgium, in which
last-mentioned country I was in a portrait painter's studio."--(A
portrait by 'Arry!)

"There are several pictures of mine being exhibited in London at the
present time." (!!!)

"I have also executed a good deal of distemper....

"I have also travelled for a year in the East." ('Arry in the East!!)

"I have had, as a lecturer upon Art, considerable experience--at
working men's clubs-- ... and at the Rev. Stopford A. Brooke's College
for men, women, and children.

"For the last ten years I have written _every article upon art_ which
has appeared in the _Spectator_ newspaper"--a confession, Atlas,
clearly a confession!

"In 1880, I wrote a critical life of Giotto"--he did indeed,
Atlas!--I saw it--a book in blue--his own, and Reckitt's--all bold
with brazen letters:

"GIOTTO BY 'ARRY"

--"of which two editions were published"--bless him--and then I killed
him!

and, "I am, Gentlemen,
"Your most obedient servant,
"'ARRY, M.A.
"Trin. Coll. Camb., _Esquire_."

The pride of it!

[Illustration]

_Sacrilege_

O Atlas! What of the "Society for the Preservation of Beautiful
Buildings"?

[Sidenote: Upon the Alterations of the "White House."]

Where _is_ Ruskin? and what do Morris and Sir William Drake?

[Sidenote: _The World_, Oct. 17, 1883.]

For, behold! beside the Thames, the work of desecration continues, and
the "White House" swarms with the mason of contract.

The architectural _galbe_ that was the joy of the few, and the
bedazement of "the Board," crumbles beneath the pick, as did the north
side of St. Mark's, and history is wiped from the face of Chelsea.

Shall no one interfere? Sh