SIR,—ln the early Eighties, my grandmother let a studio behind
her house at 13 Edwards Square to Walter Sickert. Before he left he presented her with a large portrait of my father, then a boy of about five. His hair was dark, he was dressed in a black suit with a white lace collar and he sat in a red upholstered armchair. The year was probably 1883.
Sickert's style was not appreciated by my grand' mother, who considered the picture a monstrosity and stored it in the cellar. It remained there with much othet rubbish when she disposed of the house seven Or eight years later. No one in our family knows what happened to it.
1 suppose it is possible that this picture has sur- vived and if any of your readers recognise it 1110 the description and can tell me where it is, I should very much like to see it when.I visit England in tiO near future.—Yours faithfully,
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