PROPOSED CHANGE OF NAME.--If Sir WHITTAKER ELLIS agrees to the scheme for adding Bute House Estate--a Bute-iful property--to Richmond Park, thus preserving it from the builders, then will he be gratefully remembered as "WISEACRE ELLIS." * * * * * "BAR GOLD."--Fees to barristers. * * * * * [Illustration: JOHN STANDS ALOOF. RUSSIA. "IS HE TO HAVE ALL _THIS?_" JOHN BULL. "WELL--HE'S PLAYED A SQUARE GAME--_I_ DON'T SEE ANY CALL TO INTERFERE!"] * * * * * [Illustration: MAY I. THE SWEEPS' FESTIVAL. A STUDY IN BLACK AND WHITE. *** NICE FOR NEXT FARE.] * * * * * REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF SAGACITY IN GROUSE. To _The Field_ of April 20, Mr. FREDERICK MILBANK wrote about the "Monument to a Grouse Shooter" on Wimmergill Moor. Mr. MILBANK considered the number of grouse he had bagged as constituting a "record," and so caused a monument to be erected on the spot sacred to the memory of four thousand brace of grouse shot in six days by five guns with one extra gun on the sixth day. The monument, being erected, _scared the grouse away_. Of course they read the sad story, held a council, and decided that as long as F. A. MILBANK was anywhere about, within shot, they would preserve themselves by avoiding him. Subsequently the monument was removed to Bamingham in North Yorkshire. But the North Yorkshire birds are quite indifferent to this tale from The Hills. They wink the other eye, that is until such time as FREDERICK A. MILBANK shall show them the sort of gun _he_ is, and then they'll be sorry for not having taken warning earlier, unless they possess the sagacity of the grouse of Wimmergill, which resembles that of _Mr. Jingle's_ dog, who read the inscription on the board, "Gamekeeper has orders to shoot all dogs found in this inclosure," and "wouldn't pass it." "Singular circumstance that," said _Mr. Pickwick_. "Will you allow me to make a note of it?" * * * * * THE MODERN BUYER: GROWLS OF MODERN "MASTERS." _Royal Academy, Burlington House, May 3, 1895._ The "Old Masters" over, the New make a start. Another year's past and another year's come; And Fame blows a blast on her trumpet, and Art Beats her drum! "Walk Up!!" An example is set by the Court; And Society hastens--a feverish throng; A mere glance at the pictures, for life is but short-- And Art's long! Three artists looked on with a cynical smile-- One needy Outsider, and two rich R.A.'s (Both walking on velvet, because of the pile They could raise). They discussed the "Art Patron"--in all of that crowd An _avis_ that's _rara_ and _rara_ each year. And these are the words that they spoke, and allowed Me to hear:-- _First R.A._