efforts of the late Mr. Charles Bennett, to which, nevertheless, it
is greatly superior in execution. To this clever artist's invention
everything seems to present itself with a train of fantastic
accessory so whimsically inexhaustible that it almost overpowers one
with its prodigality. Each fresh examination of his designs
discloses something overlooked or unexpected. Let the reader study
for a moment the famous "Birds of a Feather" of 1875, or that
ingenious skit of 1877 upon the rival Grosvenor Gallery and Academy,
in which the late President of the latter is shown as the proudest
of peacocks, the eyes of whose tail are portraits of Royal
Academicians, and whose body-feathers are paint brushes and
shillings of admission. Mr. Sambourne is excellent, too, at
adaptations of popular pictures,--witness the more than happy
parodies of Herrman's "A Bout d'Arguments," and "Une Bonne
Histoire." His book-illustrations have been comparatively few,
those to Burnand's laughable burlesque of "Sandford and Merton"
being among the best. Rumour asserts that he is at present engaged
upon Kingsley's "Water Babies," a subject which might almost be
supposed to have been created for his pencil. There are
indications, it may be added, that Mr. Sambourne's talents are by no
means limited to the domain in which for the present he chooses to
exercise them, and it is not impossible that he may hereafter take
high rank as a cartoonist. Mr. Charles Keene, a selection from
whose sketches has recently been issued under the title of "Our
People," is unrivalled in certain bourgeois, military, and
provincial types. No one can draw a volunteer, a monthly nurse, a
Scotchman, an "ancient mariner" of the watering-place species, with
such absolutely humorous verisimilitude. Personages, too, in whose
eyes--to use Mr. Swiveller's euphemism--"the sun has shone too
strongly," find in Mr. Keene a merciless satirist of their "pleasant
vices." Like Leech, he has also a remarkable power of indicating a
landscape background with the fewest possible touches. His book-
illustrations have been .mainly confined to magazines and novels.
Those in "Once a Week" to a "Good Fight," the tale subsequently
elaborated by Charles Reade into the "Cloister and the Hearth,"
present some good specimens of his earlier work. One of these, in
which the dwarf of the story is seen climbing up a wall with a
lantern at his back, will probably be remembered by many.
After the "Punch" school there are other lesser luminaries. Mr. W.
S. Gilbert's drawings to his own inimitable "Bab Ballads" have a
perverse drollery which is quite in keeping with that erratic text.
Mr. F. Barnard, whose exceptional talents have not been sufficiently
recognised, is a master of certain phases of strongly marked
character, and, like Mr. Charles Green, has contributed some
excellent sketches to the "Household Edition" of Dickens. Mr.
Sullivan of "Fun," whose grotesque studies of the "British
Tradesman" and "Workman" have recently been republished, has
abounding vis comica, but he has hitherto done little in the way of
illustrating books. For minute pictorial stocktaking and
photographic retention of detail, Mr. Sullivan's artistic memory may
almost be compared to the wonderful literary memory of Mr. Sala.
Mr. John Proctor, who some years ago (in "Will o' the Wisp") seemed