The things we do!

I don't care for any Raphael
here, as much as our own St. Catharine. There is nothing more grand.
Could the Pyramids of Egypt or the Colossus of Rhodes be greater than our
Sebastian? and for our Bacchus and Ariadne, you cannot beat the best you
know. But if we have fine jewels, here there are whole sets of them:
there are kings and all their splendid courts round about them. J. J. and
I must come and live here. Oh, such portraits of Titian! Oh, such swells
by Vandyke! I'm sure he must have been as fine a gentleman as any he
painted! It's a shame they haven't got a Sir Joshua or two. At a feast of
painters he has a right to a place, and at the high table too. Do you
remember Tom Rogers, of Gandish's? He used to come to my rooms--my other
rooms in the Square. Tom is here with a fine carrotty beard, and a velvet
jacket, cut open at the sleeves, to show that Tom has a shirt. I dare say
it was clean last Sunday. He has not learned French yet, but pretends to
have forgotten English; and promises to introduce me to a set of the
French artists his camarades.


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