DAN STUART once told us, that he did not remember the he ever deliberately walked into the Exhibition at Somerset House in his life. He might occasionally have escorted a party of ladies across the way that were going in; but he never went in of his own head. Yet the office of the Morning Post newspaper stood then just where it does now -- we are carrying you back, Reader, some thirty years or more -- with its gilt-globe-topt front facing that emporium of our artists grand Annual Exposure. We sometimes wish, that we had observed the same abstinence with Daniel.

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