In a walk that we took together, I tried to convert him by naming several examples of what appeared to me humorous work. "No," said Leech; "the only drawing I ever saw by Seymour that appeared funny to me was one in which two cockneys were represented out shooting. They are about to load their guns, when one says to the other: "'I say, which do you put in first--powder or shot?' "'Why, powder, to be sure,' said his friend. "'Do you?' was the reply. 'Then I don't!'" I can vividly recall the shock occasioned by Seymour's death. He was fairly prosperous, I believe. His engagement to illustrate "Pickwick" was a lucrative one, and he was much employed in other work. In spite of all these advantages, the humorist's melancholy was fatal to him. I was present at the banquet at the Royal Academy when Thackeray, in returning thanks for literature--Dickens being present--told us how, on finding there was a vacancy for an illustrator of "Pickwick," he took a parcel of drawings to the author and applied for the place. From my own knowledge of Thackeray's limited powers as an artist, I should have been sure of the failure of his application. Very different would have been the fate of Leech, who was also anxious to supply Seymour's place; but he was too late, for Dickens had already chosen Hablot K. Browne, who, under the sobriquet of "Phiz," worked in harmony with his author for very many years. There was no doubt a disposition on the part of "Phiz" to exaggeration in his illustration of Dickens' characters (already fully charged, so to speak, by their author), sometimes to the verge of caricature, and even beyond it; this fault Leech would have avoided, as his exquisite etchings in Dickens' Christmas books fully prove. CHAPTER V. "THE PHYSIOLOGY OF EVENING PARTIES," BY ALBERT SMITH. I have already spoken of the extreme difficulty of collecting material for this book, and to difficulty must be added the expense which is incurred by my publisher. I bear the latter affliction with the equanimity common to those who escape it; indeed, there is a kind of satisfaction in finding that books which are perfectly worthless as literary productions are so highly valued on account of the prints which illustrate them. I venture to give an instance in a very little book called "The Physiology of Evening Parties," written by Albert Smith. My reader will be able to judge by the extracts given in explanation of the drawings, of the merits of Mr. Smith's part in the "Physiology." This work, published at 2s. 6d. when clean and new, costs 18s. 6d. when well "worn on the edge of time," yellow, dirty, and unbound. The "Physiology" first saw the light in 1840. I plead again for forgiveness for chronological shortcomings, which my difficulties make unavoidable. My first illustration represents a mamma and her two daughters in the serious business of selecting guests for an evening party.