The things we do!

Clive drew portraits of half the officers of the Life Guards Green; and
was appointed painter in ordinary to that distinguished corps. His
likeness of the Colonel would make you die with laughing: his picture of
the Surgeon was voted a masterpiece. He drew the men in the saddle, in
the stable, in their flannel dresses, sweeping their flashing swords
about, receiving lancers, repelling infantry,--nay, cutting--a sheep in
two, as some of the warriors are known to be able to do at one stroke.
Detachments of Life Guardsmen made their appearance in Charlotte Street,
which was not very distant from their barracks; the most splendid cabs
were seen prancing before his door; and curly-whiskered youths, of
aristocratic appearance, smoking cigars out of his painting-room window.
How many times did Clive's next-door neighbour, little Mr Finch, the
miniature-painter, run to peep through his parlour blinds, hoping that a
sitter was coming, and "a carriage-party" driving up! What wrath Mr.


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