We all know Mr. Low as an artist, probably too
we all know " Lynx," who is without doubt a literary lion who has• come to us in Lynx's clothing, to interpret the caricatures of his friend. Their book, Lions and Lambs (Cape, 10s. ad.) though in a sense a pillory, is no instrument of torture, but a device to keep their victims still so that we may have 'a better look at them. And so well does Mr. Low make us feel that we know them, that should we meet Mr. Walpole in the flesh, we should be tempted to exclaim (like little Red Ridiug Hood), "Oh, how your chin has shrunk since Low made it 1:" " Lynx's " amusing description of Mr. Chesterton is perfectly wedded to Mr. Low's soft wavering lines : " Unfortunately, he has sonic sort of idea that the intellect is affixed to the human organism on some such principle as the rudder and that if one wants to. go to the right one has to pull on the left. He is always, therefore, demanding with flushed earnestness some quality that the day already possesses in excess."
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