229.  Teniers Painting the Temptation of St. Anthony; executed by Mr. Fraser, in a masterly manner.

447.  Mount St. Michael; a magnificent production by Stanfield.  The water is inimitable, possessing that beautiful greenish transparency so peculiar to the sea.

462.  The Interior of Mr. Pinney’s Gallery, Pall Mall; by Mr. Novice.—­This is doubtless an arduous undertaking; the artist has evinced much skill in the arrangement of the various objects of the piece, and the effect is forcible and good.  There is another representation of a picture-gallery in the exhibition No. 345, but we think it wants effect.

We are sorry that we can only allude to the names of several other excellent artists.  They must not infer, however, that we fail to appreciate their merits; on the contrary, we would most gladly appropriate our time to the extension of this notice, were we permitted sufficient space, for to do ample justice would occupy several pages.  Madame Comolera, Miss E. Drummond, and Miss Hague, deserve attention; as do Messrs. Clater, Fradelle, Hart, Edmondstone, Chisholme, Deane, Wilson, Brough, Stanley, Reinagle, and Webster.

Feb. 1, 1831.

G.W.N.

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NOTES OF A READER.

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ROYAL EQUIVOQUE.

(From the Life and Reign of George IV.)

A well-known individual, some time deceased, who was admitted to the prince’s familiarity upon his first entrance into life, and for several years after, described or rather dramatized with much humour a scene which he professed to have had from the prince himself.  So much depends upon tone and manner, that the spirit of these pleasantries evaporates on paper.  The story was in substance as follows:—­A new suit, destined for a ball that night at Cumberland-house, was brought home to the prince, but ordered back by him for the purpose of undergoing immediate alterations.  He gave directions that the tailor’s return with it should be instantly made known to him.  The prince happened to pass the early part of the evening with the king and queen at Buckingham-house.  Whilst he was seated in the royal group, a German page entered, and pronounced in a tone meant for his particular ear, but loud enough to be heard by every one present, “Please your royal highness, she is come.”  There was a moment’s awful pause.  “Who is come?” said his royal highness, in a tone between surprise, embarrassment, and anger.  “Sir, she is come,” repeated the page, with his bad English and German phlegm.  “Eh! what, what! who is come?” exclaimed the king. “She, your majesty,” reiterated the unmoved German.  “She is come!” cried the queen, bursting with wrath, and supposing that the visiter was one of the house of Luttrell, who already sought an undue influence over the prince.  All was for a moment inexplicable confusion.  The queen summoned another page, and asked him with fury in her looks, “Who is she that dares inquire for the Prince of Wales?” “Please your majesty,” said the second oracle, “it is Shea, his royal highness’s tailor.”—­Dr. Lardner’s Cabinet Library, vol. ii.