Look, again, at the breadth of treatment, the power of humorous characterisation, the strong charm of _technique_, the colour, the action, the marvellous ease and accuracy of street perspective in No. 16 ("_The Penny Toy!_"). Action? Why, you can _see_ the old lady jump, let alone the frog! Fix your eye on the frightened dame's foot, and you'll swear it jerks in time to the leap of the "horrid reptile." Or at that vivid bit of London "hoarding," and London low life, and London street-distance in "_'Andicapped!_" (No. 25.) Good as is the "gaol-bird," is not the wonderfully real "hoarding" almost better? Who now can draw--or, for that matter, _paint_--such a shopkeeper, _such_ a shop, _such_ a child customer as those in "_All Alive!_" (No. 41), where the _Little Girl_ a-tip-toe with a wedge of cheap "Cheddar" at the counter, comes down upon him of the apron with the crusher, "Oh, mother's sent back this piece o' cheese, 'cause father says if he wants any bait when he's goin' a fishin', he can dig 'em up in our garden!" Are _you_ a fisherman, reader? Then will you feel your angling as well as your artistic heart warmed by No. 75 ("_The Old Adam_") and No. 6 ("_Wet and Dry_"), the former especially! What water, what Scotch boys, _what_ a "prencipled" (but piscatorial) "Meenister"! Don't _you_ feel your elbow twitch? Don't _you_ want to snatch the rod from SANDY McDOUGAL's hand, and land that "fush" yourself, Sawbath or no Sawbath? But, bless us, one wants to describe, and praise, and _purchase_ them all! A KEENE drawing, almost _any_ KEENE drawing, is "a thing of beauty and a joy for ever" to everyone who has an eye for admirable art and adorable drollery. And good as is the _fun_ of these drawings, the graphic force, and breadth, and delicacy, and freshness, and buoyancy, and breeziness, and masterly ease, and miraculous open-airiness, and general delightfulness of them, are yet more marked and marvellous. Time would fail to tell a tithe of their merits. An essay might be penned on any one of them--but fate forbid it _should_ be, unless a sort of artistic CHARLES LAMB could take the task in hand. Better far go again to New Bond Street and pass another happy hour or two with the ruddy rustics and 'cute cockneys, the Scotch elders and Anglican curates, the stodgy "Old Gents" and broad-backed, bunchy middle-class matrons, the paunchy port-swigging-buffers, and hungry but alert street-boys, the stertorous cabbies, and chatty 'bus-drivers, the "festive" diners-out and wary waiters, the Volunteers and _vauriens_, the Artists and 'Arries, the policemen and sportsmen, amidst the incomparable street scenes, and the equally inimitable lanes, coppices, turnip-fields and stubbles, green glades and snowbound country roads of wonderful, ever-delightful, and--for his comrades and the Public alike--all-too-soon-departed CHARLES KEENE!