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ROBERT ON THE HARTISTIC COPPERASHUN.

Oh, ain’t the Copperashun jest a cummin out in the Hi Art line!  Why, dreckly as they let it be nown as they was a willin to make room in their bewtifool Galery for any of the finest picters in the hole country as peepel was wantin to send there, jest to let the world no as they’d got ’em, and that they wos considered good enuff by the LORD MARE and the Sherriffs and all the hole Court of Haldermen, than they came a poring in in such kwantities, that pore Mr. WELSH, the Souperintendant, was obligated to arsk all the hole Court of common Counselmen, what on airth he was to do with ’em, and they told him to hinsult the Libery Committee on the matter, and they, like the lerned gents as they is, told him to take down sum of the werry biggest and the most strikingest as they’d got of their hone Picters and ang ’em up in the Gildhall Westybool, as they calls it, coz it’s in the East, I spose, and so make room for a lot of the littel uns as had been sent to ’em, coz they was painted by “Old Marsters,” tho’ who “Old Marsters” was, I, for one, never could make out, xcep that he must have well deserved his Nickname, considering the number of picters as he must ha’ painted.  And now cums won of the werry cleverest dodges as even a Welsh Souperintendant of Gildhall picturs coud posserbly have thort on.  Why what does he do? but he has taken down out of the Gallery, won of the werry biggest, and one of the werry grandest, Picters of moddern times, and has hung it up in the Westybool aforesaid, to take the whole shine out of all the little uns as so many hemnent swells had been ony too glad to send to Gildhall—­“the paytron of the Harts,” as I herd a hemnent Halderman call it,—­to give ’em the reel stamp as fust rate.

And now what does my thousands of readers suppose was the subjeck of this werry grandest of all Picters?  Why, no other than a most magniffisent, splendid, gorgeus, large as life representashun of the LORD MARE’s Show, a cummin in all its full bewty and splender from the middel of the Royal Xchange!!

But ewen that isn’t all.  For the Painter of this trewly hartistic Picter, determined to make his grand work as truthful as it is striking, has lawished his hole sole, so to speak, upon what are undoubtedly the most commanding figures in the hole glorious display, and them is the LORD MARE’s three Gentlemen! with their wands of power, and their glorious Unyforms, not forgetting their luvly silk stockins; on this occasion, too, spotless as the rising Sun!  To say that they are the hobservd of all hobservers, and the hadmirashun of all the fare sex, and the henvy of the other wun, need not be said, tho they do try to hide their gelesy with a sickly smile.

Need I say that it is surrounded ewery day by a sercle of smiling admirers, who, I have no doubt, come agane and agane, to show it to their admiring friends; and, just to prove its grand success, the werry last time as I was there, I owerheard a smiling gent say to his friend,—­“Well, TOM, as this is such a success, it would not supprise me if the same hemnent Hartis was to paint the LORD MARE’s Bankwet next year, with all the Nobel Harmy of Waiters arranged in front!” Wich Harmy will be pussinelly konduktid by your faithful