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his head bent down in the picture? He came to see me one morning wringing wet, and after sitting for a few minutes in the hall he was surrounded by a pool of water! Some of these people I had to stand in my studio on brown paper, and put disinfectants round them. The drunkard—that fellow with his hands thrust deep into his pockets—was a perfect character. He would not sit to me without a quart pot by his side, which I had to keep continually filled.

Charles Dickens's chair.

"One day he said to me, 'What this country wants is a good war—that's what it wants!'

"'Why?' I asked.

"'Why,' he answered, contemptuously, as he took another pull from the pot—'Cos it'ud stir up trade.'

"'What your trade?' I questioned.

"'I'm a army accoutrement-maker!'

"Fair, quiet, and sweet rest.".
From the Picture by Luke Fildes, R.A.

"The policeman I borrowed from Bow Street. The long, thin lad at the back, whom I found in a casual ward, was a stowaway. He was a lad of sixteen, and 6ft. high. He had tramped everywhere. He stowed himself away on a boat going to America, was discovered, flogged, tran-