. The Arts Club and its members . ready flow of eloquence and an aptitude for humor-ous simile and allusion. He is to make a speech on the occasion ashe has done on twenty others, to propose the health of the new A. R. is brought in magnums, order called, glasses filled ; theorator springs to his feet and in a flow of remarkable eloquence rendershomage to the power of the hero or heroes of the hour, wilfullyexaggerating their artistic achievements. Rounds of laughter andapplause greet him as he sits down, while the newly-elected rises torespond, and though the words of Mercury are


. The Arts Club and its members . ready flow of eloquence and an aptitude for humor-ous simile and allusion. He is to make a speech on the occasion ashe has done on twenty others, to propose the health of the new A. R. is brought in magnums, order called, glasses filled ; theorator springs to his feet and in a flow of remarkable eloquence rendershomage to the power of the hero or heroes of the hour, wilfullyexaggerating their artistic achievements. Rounds of laughter andapplause greet him as he sits down, while the newly-elected rises torespond, and though the words of Mercury are harsh after the songsof Apollo, the recipient of the honour says his few sentences withsimplicity and modest manliness. The lines quoted are from the following poem written by J. in 1892, in which the little peculiarities of many of thebest known members are cleverly hit off. Several of these membersare still with us, but, in the course of twenty-eight years, a still largernumber of them have fallen out of the ••IOKT, SIR?lieproduced by l/u kindftrmission oj Air. Noi iiiun Evill, NO. 17 HANOVER SQUARE FROM 1863 TO 1896 19 AN ELECTION NIGHT AT THE ARTS CLUB Ho there! the magnums, for our members in! Dost hear the tumult and the clattering din? Ho, Heathcote, Ho ! Spare not the bins to-day The Clubs triumphant in a new And thou, sweet friend, to whom a child I turned, Nor felt my infant passion wJiolly spurned, Now link thyself with me, O quickening Muse, And through my veins thy finer strength infuse. So filled with thee as with a living flame, I may divine and to the world proclaim The fashion of the masters gathering round To hear our only Orator expound The heros merits and themselves to drain At his expense a bumper of champagne! Of all the noble crowd here congregateFirst the great Wilson will I patron of the Muses and the StageThe master of jocosest loves not Latin, but with Goethe daylight through th


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