y was F. B. greater than
in the society of the artists, in whose smoky haunts and airy parlours
he might often be found. It was from F. B. that Clive heard of Mr.
Chivers' struggles and honest industry. A great deal of shrewd advice
could F. B. give on occasion, and many a kind action and gentle office
of charity was this jolly outlaw known to do and cause to be done. His
advice to Clive was most edifying at this time of our young gentleman's
life, and he owns that he was kept from much mischief by this queer
counsellor.

A few months after Clive and J. J. had entered at Gandish's, that
academy began to hold its own against its rival. The silent young
disciple was pronounced to be a genius. His copies were beautiful in
delicacy and finish. His designs were for exquisite grace and richness
of fancy. Mr. Gandish took to himself the credit for J. J.'s genius;
Clive ever and fondly acknowledged the benefit he got from his friend's
taste and bright enthusiasm and sure skill. As for Clive, if he was
successful in the academy he was doubly victorious out of it. His person
was handsome, his courage high, his gaiety and frankness delightful
and winning. His money was plenty and he spent it like a young king.
He could speedily beat all the club at Lundy's at billiards, and give
points to the redoubted F. B. himself. He sang a famous song at their
jolly supper-parties: and J. J. had no greater delight than to listen
to his fresh voice, and watch the young conqueror at the billiard-table,
where the balls seemed to obey him.

Clive was not the most docile of Mr. Gandish's pupils. If he had not
come to the studio on horseback, several of the young students averred,
Gandish would not always have been praising him and quoting him as that
professor certainly did. It must be confessed that the young ladies read
the history of Clive's uncle in the Book of Baronets, and that Gandish
jun., probably with an eye to business, made a design of a picture,
in which, according to that veracious volume, one of the Newcomes was
represented as going cheerfully to the stake at Smithfield, surrounded
by some very ill-favoured Dominicans, whose arguments did not appear to
make the least impression upon the martyr of the Newcome family. Sandy
M'Collop devised a counter picture, wherein the barber-surgeon of
King Edward the Confessor was drawn, operating upon the beard of that
monarch. To which piece of satire Clive gallantly replied by a design,
repres