yes--for obvious
reasons--as we traverse Trafalgar Square, we turn round when we reach
the Strand, and catch a glimpse of the pigtail of GEORGE THE THIRD
forming a sort of parallax to the Electric Clock, which is the star of
the neighbourhood. The first remarkable work of Art that greets us on
our way is the wooden figure of a Mandarin, which nods to us from the
window of a tea-dealer's; and this curious specimen of sculpture in wood
is faced by a remarkable piece of carving in the form of a joint of cold
meat in the cook's shop opposite. Finding ourselves eventually in the
City, we pass the end of Farringdon Street, pausing for a moment at the
Waithman Monument, and thinking that the artist who gave his head to
this block ought to have his head given to another.

But we now approach the more ambitious improvements that have been
effected in the City at an enormous cost, and we are struck with
astonishment at the bold effort that has been made by the architect of
the Manchester Warehouse on the right to destroy the effect of St.
Paul's, by raising up an ordinary brick structure to a considerable
height above the roof of the Cathedral, and thus suggesting the
recollection of the frog and the ox in the fable. The architect of the
Manchester Warehouse, who is some unknown "bird," has endeavoured to
swell himself out to the dimensions of a WREN, and the result is, that
though he may have damaged the effect of St. Paul's, he has made his own
paltry pile ridiculous by its juxtaposition to the great metropolitan
monument.

From the sketch we have given it will be seen that we cannot be charged
with doing nothing in the way of alteration to the Metropolis, but, on
the contrary, we are doing much that will give a lesson to Art by
teaching what to avoid, or, at all events, what would be better avoided.

* * * * *

HOW EPHRAIM SMUG SPOKE AGAINST POLICE AT THE VESTRY, AND DIDN'T PERSUADE
PEOPLE.

EPHRAIM SMUG was a trader snug,
A Quaker in faith and feeling,
Little given to heed distinctions of creed
In matters of worldly dealing,
And as sharp a blade in driving a trade
As lives between Bow and Ealing.

He'd a horror of war, but he'd sell the CZAR
Steel or powder for Turk or Tartar;
The slave trade did hate, but would send a freight
Of handcuffs for African barter;
And though pious himself, would have furnished for pelf
The faggots to roast a martyr.