t; but when he found Chivers was the son of a
helpless widow; that he maintained her by his lithographic vignettes for
the music-sellers, and by the scanty remuneration of some lessons which
he gave at a school at Highgate;--when Clive saw, or fancied he saw, the
lonely senior eyeing with hungry eyes the luncheons of cheese and bread,
and sweetstuff, which the young lads of the studio enjoyed, I promise
you Mr. Clive's wrath against Chivers was speedily turned into
compassion and kindness, and he sought, and no doubt found, means of
feeding Chivers without offending his testy independence.

Nigh to Gandish's was, and perhaps is, another establishment for
teaching the art of design--Barker's, which had the additional dignity
of a life academy and costume; frequented by a class of students more
advanced than those of Gandish's. Between these and the Barkerites there
was a constant rivalry and emulation, in and out of doors. Gandish
sent more pupils to the Royal Academy; Gandish had brought up three
medallists; and the last R.A. student sent to Rome was a Gandishite.
Barker, on the contrary, scorned and loathed Trafalgar Square, and
laughed at its art. Barker exhibited in Pall Mall and Suffolk Street:
he laughed at old Gandish and his pictures, made mincemeat of his "Angli
and Angeli," and tore "King Alfred" and his muffins to pieces. The young
men of the respective schools used to meet at Lundy's coffee-house and
billiard-room, and smoke there, and do battle. Before Clive and his
friend J. J. came to Gandish's, the Barkerites were having the best of
that constant match which the two academies were playing. Fred Bayham,
who knew every coffee-house in town, and whose initials were scored on
a thousand tavern doors, was for a while a constant visitor at Lundy's,
played pool with the young men, and did not disdain to dip his beard
into their porter-pots, when invited to partake of their drink; treated
them handsomely when he was in cash himself; and was an honorary member
of Barker's academy. Nay, when the guardsman was not forthcoming, who
was standing for one of Barker's heroic pictures, Bayham bared his
immense arms and brawny shoulders, and stood as Prince Edward, with
Philippa sucking the poisoned wound. He would take his friends up to
the picture in the Exhibition, and proudly point to it. "Look at that
biceps, sir, and now look at this--that's Barker's masterpiece, sir, and
that's the muscle of F. B., sir." In no compan