The Exhibition is, therefore, located in “The Great Assembly Room of the late Royal London Bazaar, Gray’s Inn Road.” There it remained till early in March, 1835, on the 21st of which month it removed to its quarters in Baker Street. [Illustration: INTERIOR OF THE EXHIBITION IN THE EARLY DAYS AT BAKER STREET From J. Mead’s “London Interiors,” published in 1842.] As for the Assembly Room, it appears that on Tuesday, the 29th of March, directly after Madame Tussaud left, it was put up for sale at the Mart by the famous auctioneer, George Robins. A lady, on viewing the Exhibition when it was in Gray’s Inn Road, wrote the following excellent verses: I stand amid a breathless throng, Though animation’s light is here; Expression, too, that might belong To creatures of a nobler sphere; Where’er I turn my dazzled view, I marvel what Art’s hand can do! Here are the lips, and cheeks, and eyes, The folded hands--the beaming brow-- Those graces Nature’s self supplies-- All burst upon my vision now! And is it _fiction_?--can it be That these are not _reality_? The eye, where centres Genius’ light; The lips, where Eloquence presides;-- The cheek with Beauty’s roses bright; The breast, where Passion darkly hides; The Warrior’s pride, the Cynic’s sneer, From Nature’s book are copied here! _Painting_ her meed of praise may claim From Fame’s proud trump or Minstrel’s lyre, And around _sculpture’s_ gifted name May burn the _poet’s_ words of fire; But _Tussaud_! Both these arts divine Must yield in _novelty_ to _thine_. Thou bring’st before our wond’ring eyes, Modell’d in truth, each gone-by scene That Hist’ry’s varied page supplies;-- Here still _they_ flourish, fresh and green, Defying Time’s oblivious power, Who long have pass’d Life’s fitful hour. Modern Prometheus! who can’st give, Like him of old, to human form All _but_ the life;--here _thou_ wilt live And triumph o’er the “creeping worm” That sullies all things--pale Decay! _Thy features_ ne’er can pass away![2] A nobler Trophy far is thine, Than “storied urn,” by stranger hands, Rear’d (in thy now adopted clime), And higher reverence commands; These forms--to which thine Art has lent Life’s truth--shall be _thy monument_! MRS. CORNWELL BARON-WILSON. It is interesting to note that one of the first visitors to the Exhibition in its settled home at Baker Street was the great Duke of Wellington. He was there on Wednesday, the 26th of August, and after that date was frequently to be seen walking through the rooms, his favourite models being those of Queen Victoria and the dead Napoleon.