"Hail Autumn;" cried my gallant knight :— "For print sales 'gin by candle-light: "The drenching rain from spout now sputters, "And mud in tides rolls down the gutters; "To me more sweet that Summer's sun, "Bereft of evening Auctions' fun : BOOK II. R-ch-rds-n. "The town is full, and day by day, "Sale follows Sale in proud array; "The Auctioneer begins his reign, "And I now grace the bidding train; "No sound so sweet as when upon 66 My lot, falls hammer, with-Gone, Gone (a).” To take these heroes in succession, As senior of our grand procession; Lo! R-ch-rds-n shall grace my lays (b), So worthy Catalogus' praise; (a) Magno conatu, magnas nugas. HORACE. (b) The dealer and auctioneer whose feats I now discuss, is a very good-hearted honest man, to whom portrait collectors and illustrators are under infinite obligation for the numerous copies from old and rare portraits which he has ushered into publicity. Neither is C-lf-Id less to be commended for such copies as Sir |