PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 107. NOVEMBER 3, 1894. PUNCH TO THE NEW ATTORNEY-GENERAL. Law is not Pan; but "BOB"'s a man, To make us sure indeed. Themis will play airs bright and gay, Armed with this "vocal REID"! * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. [Illustration] "'Now I'm furnished,'" hummed the Baron. "'Now I'm furnished'--with several books for my journey, and----" "Tickets, please," broke in the inspector. "Just when I was comfortable," growled the Baron; "but no matter. And now for the _Pen and Pencil Sketches_." [Illustration: "Little Billee."] The father of Mr. STACY MARKS predestined him for the coach-building business. Providence, interposing, made him a painter, and the gaiety of nations has been increased by the possession of some storks. In _Pen and Pencil Sketches_ (CHATTO AND WINDUS) he has given the world some reminiscences of a career justly crowned by the laurels of the Royal Academy. The work is in two volumes, and my Baronite says would have been more than twice as good had it been in one. The first volume is charming, with its chat about LEIGH'S studio and the men met there; of CHARLES KEENE and the delightful cruise off Gravesend in the _William and Mary_; of merry days with the St. John's Wood clique; of nights at ARTHUR LEWIS'S; and of days with FRED WALKER. When the flood of memory runs dry, and there still remains a second volume to be produced, Mr. MARKS grows desperate, and shovels in anything he finds handy in the pigeon-holes of his desk. Thus the pleased reader finds reprinted articles that appeared in the _Spectator_ thirty years ago, when Mr. MARKS was art critic to that respectable journal. Also there is a description of BAMPTON, which once thrilled the readers of the _Tiverton Gazette_. This gives to the second volume something of the smell of an apple store-room. But the first is good enough to atone for the burden of the second. By a happy coincidence, whilst Mr. DU MAURIER in _Trilby_ has made all the world in love with _Little Billee_, he appears under his own name in many of Mr. MARKS' pages, and is always the same charming, simple-minded, sensitive man of genius. It is pleasant to read how our Mr. AGNEW--"WILLIAM" the wise call him--gave the young painter his first substantial lift. WALKER had painted a picture he called "_Spring_," a young girl gathering primroses in a wood. Yielding to the advice of his friends, he put on it a price the amount of which abashed him. Mr. AGNEW saw the picture, recognised its merit, and wrote a cheque for the full amount asked. When the young artist heard of his good fortune he burst into tears, and gasping out "I must go and tell my mother," rushed from the place. Of the original sketches with which the volumes are enriched are some pen-and-ink drawings by FRED WALKER, which reveal in a new light the painter of "_The Almshouse_." Amongst many good stories, Mr. MARKS tells how he was addressed by a clergyman, who,