brother. His monument is in the volumes of which this is one sad leaf,
and in a hundred works which, at this hour, few will not remember more
easily than those who have just left his grave. While Society, whose
every phase he has illustrated with a truth, a grace, and a tenderness
heretofore unknown to satiric art, gladly and proudly takes charge of
his fame, they, whose pride in the genius of a great associate was
equalled by their affection for an attached friend, would leave on
record that they have known no kindlier, more refined, or more generous
nature than that of him who has been thus early called to his rest."

He was taken to the cemetery in the same hearse that had carried Douglas
Jerrold to his last abode. Mark Lemon, Shirley Brooks, Tom Taylor,
Horace Mayhew, F. M. Evans, John Tenniel, Henry Silver, F. C. Burnand,
J. E. Millais, and Samuel Lucas were the pall-bearers; around his grave,
close to where Thackeray lay, stood the whole _Punch_ Staff and many
friends who loved him; and Dean Hole completed the Burial Service in sad
and broken tones.

FOOTNOTES:

[50] See _Punch_, p. 237, Vol. I.

CHAPTER XIX.

_PUNCH'S_ ARTISTS: 1841-50.

William Harvey--Mr. Birket Foster--Kenny Meadows--His
Joviality--Alfred "Crowquill"--Sir John Gilbert--Exit
"Rubens"--Hablot Knight Browne ("Phiz")--Henry Heath--Mr. R. J.
Hamerton--W. Brown--Richard Doyle--Desires Pseudonymity--His
Protest against _Punch's_ "Papal Aggression"
Campaign--Withdraws--His Art--Epitaph by _Punch_--Henry Doyle--T.
Onwhyn--"Rob Roy" Macgregor--William McConnell--Sir John
Tenniel--His Career--And Technique--His Early Work--Cartoons--His
Art--His Memory and its Lapses--"Jack[=i]d[=e]s"--Knighthood.

Three other names belong to the year 1841: Ashley, William Harvey, and
Mr. Birket Foster--the second distinguished landscape artist who may be
said to have been raised upon _Punch_. Of the first-named, nothing need
be said, but that he contributed a single sketch and no more. William
Harvey, however, stands on a different footing, yet his employment on
_Punch_ is inexplicable. He had no real humour, and, what is perhaps
more to his credit, he pretended to none; nor did he take pains, as so
many do, to prove it. Kenny Meadows, we are told, used to rally him on
his excessive sense of gracefulness, which stood in the way of anything
like truthful representation. "Beauty," he would say, "is Harvey's evil