You are entirely welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my little picture-shop. I couldn’t give you a very clear idea of the Mormons—and Utah—and the Plains—and the Rocky Mountains—without opening a picture-shop—and therefore I open one. I don’t expect to do great things here—but I have thought that if I could make money enough to buy me a passage to New Zealand I should feel that I had not lived in vain. ~I don’t want to live in vain.~——~I’d rather live in Margate~—~or here~. But I wish when the Egyptians built this hall they had given it a little more ventilation. I really don’t care for money. I only travel round to see the world and exhibit my clothes. ~These clothes I have on were a great success in America.~ How often do fortunes ruin young men? ~I should like to be ruined~, but I can get on very well as I am. I am not an artist. I don’t paint myself——though, perhaps, if I were a middle-aged single lady I should——yet I have a passion for pictures——I have had a great many pictures—photographs—taken of myself. Some of them are very pretty—~or rather sweet to look at for a short time~—and, as I said before, I like them. I’ve always loved pictures. I could draw on wood at a very tender age. When a mere child ~I once drew a small cartload of raw turnips over a wooden bridge~.——The people of the village noticed me. ~I drew their attention.~ They said I had a future before me. Up to that time I had an idea it was behind me. Time passed on. It always does, by the way. ~You may possibly have noticed that Time passes on.~——It is a kind of a way Time has. I became a man. I haven’t distinguished myself at all as an artist—but I have always been more or less mixed up with art. I have an uncle who takes photographs—~and I have a servant who~——takes anything he can get his hands on. When I was in Rome——Rome in New York State, I mean——a distinguished sculptist wanted to sculp me. But I said “No.” I saw through the designing man. My model once in his hands—he would have flooded the market with my busts——and I couldn’t stand it to see everybody going round with a bust of me. Everybody would want one of course—and wherever I should go I should meet the educated classes with my bust, taking it home to their families. ~This would be more than my modesty could stand~——~and I should have to return to America~——where my creditors are. I like art. I admire dramatic art—although I failed as an actor. It was in my school days that I failed as an actor.——The play was the “Ruins of Pompeii.”——~I played the Ruins.~ It was not a very successful performance—but it was better than the “Burning Mountain.” ~He was not good.~ He was a bad Vesuvius. The remembrance often makes me ask—“where are the boys of my youth?”——I assure you this is not a conundrum.——Some are amongst you here——Some in America——~some are in jail~.—— Hence arises a most touching question—“Where are the girls of my youth?” Some are married——~some would like to be~.