e the graduate is treated as a servant, and the writer of
the letter assumes the Pythian, the truly oracular vein. "Let other
servants imitate the voice and the gesture of their master while they
forget his message. Hear that message from me, but remember that the
teaching of Divine Truth must still be a mystery." "Like master like
man." Both are in the "Cambyses' vein."

We do not think that landscape painters will either gain or lose much
by the publication of this volume, unless it be some mortification to
be so sillily lauded as some of our very respectable painters are. We
do not think that the pictorial world, either in taste or practice,
will be Turnerized by this palpably fulsome, nonsensical praise. In
this our graduate is _semper idem_, and to keep up his idolatry to the
sticking-point, terminates the volume with a prayer, and begs all the
people of England to join in it--a prayer to Mr Turner!

A ROYAL SALUTE.

"Should you like to be a queen, Christina?"

This question was addressed by an old man, whose head was bent
carefully over a chess-board, to a young lady who was apparently
rather tired of the lesson she had taken in that interesting game.

"Queen of hearts, do you mean?" answered the girl, patting with the
greatest appearance of fondness a dreadfully ugly little dog that lay
in her lap.

"Queen of hearts," replied the minister, with a smile; "you are that
already, my dear. But have you no other ambition?" he added, tapping
sagaciously the lid of a magnificently ornamented snuff-box, on which
was depicted one of the ugliest monarchs that ever puzzled a
court-painter to make him human.

"Why should my ambition go further?" said Christina. "I have more
subjects already than I know how to govern."

"No doubt--no doubt--I knew very well that you could not avoid having
subjects; but I hope and trust you have had too much sense to receive
their allegiance."

The old man was proud of carrying on the metaphor so well, and of
asking the question so delicately. It was quite evident he had been in
the diplomatic line.

"How can I help it?" enquired the young beauty, passing her hand over
the back of the disgusting little pet, which showed its teeth in a
very uncouth fashion whenever the paternal voice was raised a little
too high. "But, I assure you, I pay no attention to allegiance, which
I consider my right. There is but one person's homage I care for"----

The brow of the Prime Minister o