Boys who know no more of human form, than they do of the eyes, nose, and mouth in the moon, begin painting portraits.

If some of them would only throw away their palettes for a year, and learn to draw; if they would attend anatomical lectures, and take notes, not in words, but in forms, of joints and muscles, their exhibitions would soon cease to be so utterly below criticism.
The most interesting exhibition open when I was there was, decidedly, Colonel Trumbold's; and how the patriots of America can permit this truly national collection to remain a profitless burden on the hands of the artist, it is difficult to understand.
Many of the sketches are masterly; but like his illustrious countryman, West, his sketches are his _chef d'oeuvres_.
I can imagine nothing more perfect than the interior of the public institutions of New York.

There is a practical good sense in all their arrangements that must strike foreigners very forcibly.

The Asylum for the Destitute offers a hint worth taking.

It is dedicated to the reformation of youthful offenders of both sexes, and it is as admirable in the details of its management, as in its object.