newspapers of the day, and perhaps discussing
mordi~us the great question of Burgh Reform. . .
After waiting for a few minutes, the younger partner
tips a sly wink across his counter, and beckons
you to follow him through a narrow cut in its
famous Hercules, the Dancing Fawn, the Iaocoon,
and the Hermaphrodite, occupy conspicuous
stations on the counters, one large table is entirely
covered with a book of Canova?s designs, Turner?s
? Liber Studiorum,? and such like manuals ; and in
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mahogany surface, into the unseen recesses of the
establishment. X few steps downward, and in the
dark, land you in a sort of cellar, below the shop
proper, and here by the dim religious light, which
enters through one or two well-grated peeping
holes, your eyes soon discover enough of the
furniture of the place to satisfy you that you have
reached at last the sanctum sanctorum of the
tine arts. Plaster of Paris casts of the head of the
the corners where the little light there is streams
brightest, are placed, upon huge piles of corduroy
and kerseymere, various wooden boxes, black, brown,
and blue, wherein are locked up from all eyes, save
those of privileged and initiated frequenters of the
scene, various pictures and sketches, chiefly by
living artists, and presents to the proprietor. Mr.
Bridges, when I asked him on my first nsit what
mightbe the contents of thesemysteriousreceptacles,
