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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

And then the Spirit of Art read that such and such a picture represented a dreadful defeat, that a pestilent hospital, yonder one a scene of torture. She found representations of war treated in the most prosaic and unbeautiful form.
She was horrified and fainted!
Then the vision, before her became more and more terrible and the entire contents of the Catalogue was unfolded before her. Dying soldiers defying vultures, mutilated Russians lying in an open grave, old men being blown from the guns! Wounds, and fire, and blood!
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

I wish they’d all mind their own affairs. In the intervals of my other occupations I can answer for Ireland, and if any awkwardness arises, I can put up King-Harman to answer for me. So, dear Toby, don’t you have any anxiety on my account. Some half-hour after dinner, with the contemplative toothpick at hand, and my heels on the table, I will, if the subject occurs to me, settle the Irish Question.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

To tell the truth the Spirit of Art was rather weary of perambulating the streets of London—not even the advertisements of Buffalo Bill on the hoardings gave her lasting satisfaction.
“Let me consider,” she said, as she hovered on the threshold of the Grosvenor Gallery, “now I shall find myself amongst the grandest works of Mister Jones. I am never tired of that pale face with the pointed chin—no more is Mister Jones. This frequently-reproduced portrait of a lady is most interesting. No doubt it is a study of a chronic case of dyspepsia that must have lasted for twenty years.
Source: Gutenberg

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