That Sterne had read the Analysis, appears by the following _reference recommendatory_, in the first volume of _Tristram Shandy_:-- " ... Such were the outlines of Doctor Slop's figure, which, if you have read Hogarth's _Analysis of Beauty_, and if you have not, I wish you would, you must know may be as certainly caricatured and conveyed to the mind by three strokes as three hundred." Hogarth's engraving of the air-balloon figure is said to be intended for Doctor Burton, the Jacobite physician of York; a microscopic miniature of the plate (so small that it requires the aid of a glass) is in the engraved frontispiece to these volumes. [25] He bought the picture in for Lady Schaub, and she has since sold it to the present Henry Duke of Newcastle. [26] The original letter is in the possession of the editor, and with all the circumstances relating to the transaction, _copied from Hogarth's handwriting_, published in the third volume of this work. [27] The correspondence between Sir Richard Grosvenor and Mr. Hogarth relative to the picture of Sigismunda is in the 3d volume of this work. [28] I mean to speak of alterations suggested by his friends: to the public at large, if we can confide in the following note, which I found in a volume of the late Doctor Lort's, he paid little attention:-- "HOGARTH'S SIGISMUNDA. "He placed that picture, which in spite of all the critics could say against it, had infinite merits in the view of the public, and at the same time placed a man in an adjoining room to write down all objections that each spectator made to it. Of these there were a thousand at least, but Hogarth told the writer of this[29] that he attended only to one, and that was made by a madman; and perceiving the objection was founded, he altered it. The madman, after looking stedfastly on the picture for some time, suddenly turned away, exclaiming,--_Hang it_, I hate these white roses. The artist then, and not till then, observed that the foldings of Sigismunda's _chemise_ sleeves were too regular, and had more the appearance of roses than of linen. I know not in whose possession this picture now is, but I will venture to pronounce, that nowhere can distress be more forcibly exprest on canvas: it is a distress, not of the minute, but the day." [29] The late Philip Thicknesse, Esq.