Punch: Punch (57.1869)

August 7, 1869.1

PUNCH, OK THE LONDON CHAEIVARI.

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MORE HAPPY THOUGHTS.

he Catalogue, on re-
ference to it, is, I find,
divided into galleries
all numbered.

Happy Thought.—
Take Number One
first;, and so on, in
order. Where is
Number One ? I
find myself opposite
214. I won't look
to see what it is, as I
want to begin with
Number One. This
I ascertain by the
Catalogue is Gallery
No. IV., and the
picture is Landing
Herrings. By C.
Taylor. Go -into
another Gallery. 337.
The Nursling Donkey.
A. Hughes. Oh, this
is Gallery No. VI.

Calderon. We both say, " Beautiful! " I say, " How delightful to
pass a day like that! " Miss Millar thinks, with a laugh, that it's
rather too spooney. (Don't like "spooney" to be used by a girl.)
" Spooney! I say.

Happy Thought.—Opportunity for quoting a poetical description out
of Typical Developments, just to see how it goes. If it doesn't go with
Miss Millar, cut it out, or publisher won't jump. I say, " See this
lovely glade, this sloping bank, the trees drooping o'er the stream,
which on its bosom bears these two lovers, who know no more of
their future than of the drifting stream which is taking them." She
observes, " That is really a poetic description! Do you like rowing ? "
Yes, I do, and-

Landing Herrings

again, of course. To another room. Now then. Old men talking.
Can't help stopping before this picture, though I want to go on to
Number One. This is 137. Politicians. T. Webster, R. A. Capital.

Happy Thought.—Wouldn't it be nice to have a pic-nic up the river ?
Miss Millar says, " Oh do." She knows some girls who will go. I
reply I know some men who will be delighted: only she (Miss
Millar) must let me chaperon her for the day. (This with an arch
look: rather telling, I think. Couldn't have done it so well before
I was married. Being married, of course there's no harm in it.)
"Oh yes," she replies, "of course." Wonder if she means what she
is saying. I ask what day ? and take out my note-book. I say,

gently, I shall look forward to--" Before I can finish, I am

suddenly aware of two girls and a boy (from fourteen downwards,)
very provincially dressed, rushing at me with beaming faces, and the
taller of the girls crying out (the three positively shout—the uncouth
wretches!) " Oh, Brother Wiggy ! " (they all say this,) seizes me
round the neck, jumps at me, and kisses me. The lesser one follows.
Same performance. I can't keep them off. They are my wife's
retrace my steps to youngest sisters and little brother just from school, whom I used at
anomer.^ ijet me see : , one fime f00];sn]v to encourage. Friddy told them about my song of
taint l ve been Here the little pi?> and ^ alwayg (as & matter of endearment) call me
beiore. Have I seen «. Brother Wiggy." 1 shall write to my wife, or tell her when I get
that picture. vv-nat homej that her fami]y mus{. reaUy be kept quiet T can>t gtand it j

l want is jNumoer smjie) and iQ0^ pieased (everyone is turning to observe me except Miss

• eA +s ninm^i?"i Millar, who pretends to be absorbed in a picture,) and say, "Ah,
is that: Uh, 2Li. Betty , ah pQLLY | how d, do ? wh did CQme p

Happy Thought.—When are you going back again ? Give them
half-a-crown to go to the refreshment-room, and eat buns and ices.
They go. Miss Millar has found her Mamma, and gone into another

v Tn ■ rMl T frr vZ^CZ* W ' ^om. Hang those little Sympersons. Somebody treads on my toes.

But this is Gallery N o. HI. People are crowding m now N u sauce ; * Somebody nearly knocks

VI edged in. Beg pardon Somebody s elbowing my back. Big lady , hat off £omtfn oufc a icture to a friend. He doesn't beg my
^^B^Y^^SSS^JS^'^ people comePto the Academy. I'll be rude. I'D kit

J Grieeiths. Gallery VII. Bother Soonabharr ! Try back ~ V^/teU UpK^hta't K

dbBeng pardon several times for toes and elbows. No one begs my , allowed in the Academy

pardon. Irritating place the Royal Academy,when you can't get a! Happy Thought.—Walk between tall person and pictures. Must be
settled place. Where is Number One ? Beg pardon, bow, bend, toes, \ ™e at the Academy, or one wdl never see any pictures at all—at least,
elbows, push, squeeze, and I'm in another room. Hot work. close to.

Happy Thought.SR^\ old lady in chair. When she goes I will SirAJ^5,rea1^ a blow> m m? Slde- 1 turn sava'e1^ Confound it,
sit down. Getting a seat is quite a game :; like Euss in the Corner. £< j Milburd, who introduces a tall young friend as

bhe does go.at.last, and, though elbowed kt, trodden upo^W Mr. Dilbury. "What picture do you particularly want to see ? "

Wh£amV Whl' 1 t °S it hefor^ asks Milburd. I tell him Number One. Dilbury will show me.

Where ami: What s that pist opposite r Have 1 seen it oeiore. y> e „ t\™„,__+ i- ™„ u„ +u___" i____>„__+i__- -

214. Landing Herrings. C. Taylor. Gallery No. IV. That's the A^wS ^ ^jri taking me by the arm here s rather a
third time I ve seen the picture. S°°d "e° " There^" laT^u^ ™ ^ ^

Happy Thought.--To look out in Catalogue for what is Number One j ° {^JJ Catalogued o'hf of course- '

Number One is Topsy, Wasp Sailor, and Master Turcey proteges of m j^,^ Herrings, C. Taylor, for the fifth time. I tell him
James iarrer, Lsq., of lngleoorough. A. D. Cooper. Wonder what t know it and so we pass on
that means ? He might have called it Topsy Wopsy Co. Funny that.
As I am being funny all to myself, I see two ladies whom I know.
Miss Millar and her Mamma.

Happy Thought.—Offer Mamma a seat, and walk with Miss Millar.
Opportunity for artistic conversation. Clever girl, Miss Millar, and
pretty. " Do I like pictures ? " Yes I do, I answer, with a reserva-
tion of "Some—not all." "Have I been here before?" I've not.

sider this.) Miss Millar wants to know "Whose that is ? " I say,

Alaska.

We read in a contemporary that Alaska, better known as " Russian
America," is now quite "civilised," having "rum-shops, billiard-
saloons, and gambling-houses in abundance." Mr. Seward is saitf

Pause. Say, "It's very warm, though." (Why "though"? Con- to be en route for this bright spot. The late Mr. Wright used to say

in the Green Bushes that to be " civilised was never to be satisfied.

off-liand, (one really ought to know an artist's style without referring Alaska should assuredly be satisfied with such charming opportunities
o the Catalogue,) " Millais." I add, " I think." I refer to Cata- ! ready to hand for ruining its health, pocket, and morality. One

iogue. It isn't. We both say, " Very like him, though."

Miss Millar observes there are some pretty faces on the walls.

Happy Thought.—-To say, " Not so pretty as those off it." I don't
say this at once, because it doesn't appear to me at the moment well
arranged as a compliment; and, as it would sound flat a few minutes
afterwards, I don't say it at all. Stupid of me. Reserve it. It will
come in again for somebody else, or for when Miss Millar gives me
another opportunity.

Portrait of a Lady.—The opportunity, I think. Don't I admire

that ? " Not so much as-" " If I say, " As you," it's too coarse,

and, in fact, not wrapped up enough. She asks—" As what ?" I
refer to Catalogue, and reply, at a venture, "As Storey's Sister."
Miss Millar wants to know who she is ? I explain—a picture of

Sister," by G. A. Storey.

We are opposite 428. Sighing his Soul into his Lady's Face.

feels inclined to spell the word without the final KA, and to finish
with a note of Ex- not ^W-miration.

Question and Answer out of Blackstone.

What is the most profitable right young Noblemen can exercise
now-a-days ?

Right of Turbary.
Why?

Because it is the right of cutting the Turf.

canine conundrum.

Why does the River Thames just now resemble a Plethoric Pug ?
Because it's especially bad at Barking.