The Grosvenor! the view that's called private, Yet all the world seems to be there; Each carriage that comes to arrive at The door, makes the populace stare. There's Gladstone, severe of demeanour, It's plain that the pictures don't please; And there, with an aspect serener, Her Highness the Princess Louise. The Haunt of the very æsthetic, Here come the supremely intense, The long-haired and hyper-poetic Whose sound is mistaken for sense. And many a maiden will mutter, When Oscar looms large on her sight, "He's quite too consummately utter, As well as too utterly quite." * * * * * Here's Whistler paints Miss Alexander, A portrait washed out as by rain; 'Twill raise Ruskin's critical dander, To find James is at it again. The flesh-tints of Watts are quite comic; There's Herkomer's chaos of stones; But where is the great anatomic Improver on Nature, Burne-Jones? A Grosvenor without him so strange is, We miss the long chins and knock-knees, The angel of bronze, who for change is Tied up to the stiffest of trees: Limp lads with their _belli capelli_, Mad maidens with love smitten sore, Oh, shade of defunct Botticelli, Burne-Jones comes to startle no more! I deal in another section with the fashionable cult of æstheticism, which was now at its zenith. In estimating its artistic importance, _Punch_ erred in his refusal to discriminate between eccentricity and independence. He continued to "belabour B.-J.," and brackets him with Whistler in the ribald suggestion that they were jointly responsible for the pictures exhibited by the "Screevers" or pavement artists. Millais is congratulated on breaking away from Pre-Raphaelitism, and invidious comparisons are drawn in 1886 between his pictures and those of Holman Hunt:-- There couldn't be a better foil to the manliness of the Millais Show at the Grosvenor than the pseudo-mediæval-O-quite-too-beautiful-namby -pamby-gilt-edged-and-gothic-clasped-Church-service style of the effeminate religious Art of Mr. Holman Hunt. Millais tried it, and, after a struggle, snapped the Pre-Raphaelite fetters, and escaped.