H. B.'s last is a palpable bit (from a lithographic
stone) at the Dear- Duke's folly ; not at his windows, which have been flung at enough. It is a portrait of tee Duke, framed (in a sash window), but not yet glazed The artist has taken panes with the likeness; which has rather a glum look, notwithstanding the recent shouts of applause with which the Duke was greeted by the little ragamuffin boys who had been seeing the soldiers in the Park—perhaps the same who amused themselves with pelting at his windows. H. B. has also pictured the recent leap of Mr. Stanley out of the frying-pan of Ireland into the fire of the Colonies; and a Cabinet Council assembled at Epsom, the members present at which—viz. Earl Grey, Lord Althorp, the Duke of Richmond, and Sir James Graham—seem as anxiously intent on the state of the odds, as on other occasions on the prospective division-lists of Ayes and Noes. A back view of one of those gouty props of the Constitution, the old Country Gentlemen, discloses a glimpse of the Cambrian features of Sir Ro- bert Vaughan ; whose back and shoulders form an ample field covered with broad cloth.
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