Were we to extend points of admiration over a couple of columns, we could not adequately express our feelings with regard to the above passage. How natural--how simple! The entranced Snip gaping at the Guido--the ladies accosting him, as ladies invariably do when they encounter a casual tailor in such places--the passionate warmth of the description--the ecclesiastical lore of Lillian--and the fine instinct of the old gentleman, (a dignitary of the Church, by the way,) which warns him at once that he is in the presence of a sucking poet,--all these things combined take away our breath, and take, moreover, our imagination utterly by storm! We shall not be surprised if hereafter Greenwich Park should be utterly deserted on a holiday, and Dulwich Gallery become the favourite resort of apprentices, each expecting, on the authority of Alton Locke, to meet with some wealthy and high-born, but most free-and-easy Lindamira! But the best of it is to come. They have yet more conversation: the strangers manifest a deep interest in the personal history of our hero. "While I revelled in the delight of stolen glances at _my new-found Venus Victrix, who was as forward as any of them in her questions and her interest_. Perhaps she enjoyed--at least she could not help seeing--the admiration for herself, which I took no pains to conceal!" O thrums and trimmings! it is but too plain--Venus Victrix, with the peculiar crisped auburn hair, and the skin of privet-flowers, has all but lost her heart to the juvenile bandy-legged tailor!