No. 112. _Alderman J. Stone-Wigg._ First Mayor of Tunbridge Wells. Indeed you look an Alderman, 'Tis true I've seen a balder man. "J. STONE-WIGG" is the name I see, Which "Lost or Stolen-Wig" should be. No. 160. _Portrait of Lady Simpson. Bravo_, Mr. VAL PRINSEP, A.R.A. Uncommonly good. A parody of the old song should have been selected by the Artist as a motto for the picture:-- Lady SIMPSON has a dog-- I don't know its name-- Pretty tail has dog, _incog._ Ribands round the same. No. 170. "_The Spirit of Life._" By ARCHIE MACGREGOR. "Eh, ARCHIE mon! aiblins, 'tis just the whusky-still the Leddie's at, takin' a wee drappit i' the 'ee. And why did ye nae ca' it, 'Still Life'"? No. 177. _Portrait of Mrs. George Lewis._ Excellent, Mr. Colour-SARGENT! N.B.--Very few "Sergeants" left; but Mr. GEORGE LEWIS has secured the best of them to paint this portrait. No. 194. Very charming is "_The Closing of an October Day._" By GEORGE H. BROUGHTON, A.R.A. He has caught the "Early Closing Movement" to the life. No. 242. "_In the Grip of the Sea-Wolf_"; or, "_Early Bathing at Boulogne_." E. M. HALE. No. 324. And a good Judge too! _Portrait of Sir Douglas Straight._ The DOUGLAS, "bearded in his den"! Quarter (Sessions) Length. Sad end to a distinguished career to be "quartered, drawn, and hung"! Congratulate Artist, Miss VERA CHRISTIE, on good likeness. * * * * * [Illustration: EVOLUTION EXTRAORDINARY. _British Tourist_ (_who has been served with a Pig's foot_). "WHAT'S THIS? I ORDERED QUAIL!" _Negro Waiter._ "WALL--Y'EV GOT QUAIL!" _British Tourist_. "QUAIL! WHY A QUAIL'S A BIRD!" _Negro Waiter._ "NOT HERE!"] * * * * * Anti-Epidemic Treatment. (_Being Summary of Robson Roosetem Pasha's Article in New Review._) Boil Bacillus, Or he'll kill us. From Filter filthy grown Don't drink water, Save rates per quarter, And so "Leave _well_ alone." * * * * * COMPANION WORKS.--Shortly to appear: _My Wife's Bodice_. By the Author of _His Wife's Soul_. * * * * * TO MY UMBRELLA. Good, faithful friend, it seems an age Since last we met and walked together! Upon the _Daily Graphic's_ page For weeks I've watched the coming weather; The meteorologic girl, Despite cold arms, seemed almost jolly, And made no effort to unfurl That wonderful archaic brolly. So I, grown reckless, did as she. And gave you quite a Long Vacation; Such weather cannot always be, Or you would lose your occupation. Think how I've treated you! A pet Might envy all the care I gave you; When worn-out with work and wet, Think how I did my best to save you! You soon looked well, and eased my fears-- Recovered after over-pressure. When you "took silk" in other years, Think what I paid for each "refresher"!