idenote: _The World_, Dec. 26, 1883.]

Mr. Whistler's final breakfast of the year was given on Sunday last.
The hospitable master has fresh wonders in store for his friends in
the new year; for, not content with treating his next-door critic
after the manner that Portuguese sailors treat the Apostle Judas at
Easter-tide, he is said to have perfected a new instrument of torture.
This invention is of the nature of a camera obscura, whereby, by a
crafty "arrangement" of reflectors, he promises to display in his own
studio, to his friends, "'Arry at the White House," under all the
appropriate circumstances that might be expected of a "Celebrity at
Home."

ATLAS.

_A Line from the Lands End_

[Sidenote: _The World_, Jan. 2, 1884.]

Delightful! Atlas--I have read here, to the idle miners--culture in
their manners curiously, at this season, blended with intoxication--your
brilliant and graphic description of 'Arry at the other end of my
arrangement in telescopic lenses.

The sensitive sons of the Cornish caves, by instinct refined, revel in
the writhing of the resurrected 'Arry.

Our natures are evidently of the same dainty brutality. Cruelty to the
critic after demise, is a revelation, and the story of 'Arry pursued
with post-mortem, and, for Sunday demonstration, kept by galvanism
from his grave, is to them most fascinating.

I have, my sympathetic Atlas, the success that might have been Edgar
Poe's, could he have read to such an audience the horrible "Case of
Mr. Waldemar."

My invention and machinery, by the way, these warm-hearted people
believe to be something after the fashion of their own sluice-boxes--and
I dare not undeceive them.

Atlas, _je te la souhaite bonne et heureuse_!

ST. IVES, CORNWALL,
Dec. 27.

[Illustration]

_The Easy Expert_

Atlas--They have sent me the _Spectator_--a paper upon which our late
'Arry lingered to the last as art critic. In its columns I find a
correspondent calling aloud for our kind intervention. Present me,
brave Atlas, to the editor, that I may say to him:

[Sidenote: _The World_, Jan. 30, 1884.]

"GOOD SIR,--'Your Reviewer' is doubtless my unburied 'Arry. Why, then,
should 'his mistaking a photogravure reproduction of a pen-and-ink
drawing by Samuel Palmer for a finished etching by the same hand'
se