eye　upon　my　countenance；　of　whom　he　had　scarcely　taken　any　manner
  of　notice；　he　remained　with　his　mouth　open　for　some　time。　　'Who　is
  this？'　said　he　at　last。　　'Oh；　this　is　my　brother；　I　forgot　to
  introduce　him。'　。　。　。
  We　presently　afterwards　departed；　my　brother　talked　much　about　the
  painter。　　'He　is　a　noble　fellow；'　said　my　brother；　'but；　like　many
  other　noble　fellows；　has　a　great　many　enemies；　he　is　hated　by　his
  brethren　of　the　brush　…　all　the　land　and　water　scape　painters　hate
  him　…　but；　above　all；　the　race　of　portrait…painters；　who　are　ten
  times　more　numerous　than　the　other　two　sorts；　detest　him　for　his
  heroic　tendencies。　　It　will　be　a　kind　of　triumph　to　the　last；　I
  fear；　when　they　hear　he　has　condescended　to　paint　a　portrait；
  however；　that　Norman　arch　will　enable　him　to　escape　from　their
  malice　…　that　is　a　capital　idea　of　the　watchmaker；　that　Norman
  arch。'
  I　spent　a　happy　day　with　my　brother。　　On　the　morrow　he　went　again
  to　the　painter；　with　whom　he　dined；　I　did　not　go　with　him。　　On　his
  return　he　said；　'The　painter　has　been　asking　a　great　many　questions
  about　you；　and　expressed　a　wish　that　you　would　sit　to　him　as
  Pharaoh；　he　thinks　you　would　make　a　capital　Pharaoh。'　　'I　have　no
  wish　to　appear　on　canvas；'　said　I；　'moreover　he　can　find　much
  better　Pharaohs　than　myself；　and；　if　he　wants　a　real　Pharaoh；　there
  is　a　certain　Mr。　Petulengro。'　　'Petulengro？'　said　my　brother；　'a
  strange　kind　of　fellow　came　up　to　me　some　time　ago　in　our　town；　and
  asked　me　about　you；　when　I　inquired　his　name；　he　told　me
  Petulengro。　　No；　he　will　not　do；　he　is　too　short；　by　the　bye；　do
  you　not　think　that　figure　of　Moses　is　somewhat　short？'　　And　then　it
  appeared　to　me　that　I　had　thought　the　figure　of　Moses　somewhat
  short；　and　I　told　my　brother　so。　　'Ah！'　said　my　brother。
  On　the　morrow　my　brother　departed　with　the　painter　for　the　old
  town；　and　there　the　painter　painted　the　mayor。　　I　did　not　see　the
  picture　for　a　great　many　years；　when；　chancing　to　be　at　the　old
  town；　I　beheld　it。
  The　original　mayor　was　a　mighty；　portly　man；　with　a　bull's　head；
  black　hair；　body　like　that　of　a　dray　horse；　and　legs　and　thighs
  corresponding；　a　man　six　foot　high　at　the　least。　　To　his　bull's
  head；　black　hair；　and　body　the　painter　had　done　justice；　there　was
  one　point；　however；　in　which　the　portrait　did　not　correspond　with
  the　original　…　the　legs　were　disproportionably　short；　the　painter
  having　substituted　his　own　legs　for　those　of　the　mayor；　which　when
  I　perceived　I　rejoiced　that　I　had　not　consented　to　be　painted　as
  Pharaoh；　for；　if　I　had；　the　chances　are　that　he　would　have　served
  me　in　exactly　a　similar　way　as　he　had　served　Moses　and　the　mayor。
  Short　legs　in　a　heroic　picture　will　never　do；　and；　upon　the　whole；
  I　think　the　painter's　attempt　at　the　heroic　in　painting　the　mayor
  of　the　old　town　a　decided　failure。　　If　I　am　now　asked　whether　the
  picture　would　have　been　a　heroic　one　provided　the　painter　had　not
  substituted　his　own　legs　for　those　of　the　mayor　…　I　must　say；　I　am
  afraid　not。　　I　have　no　idea　of　making　heroic　pictures　out　of
  English　mayors；　even　with　the　assistance　of　Norman　arches；　yet　I　am
  sure　that　capital　pictures　might　be　made　out　of　English　mayors；　not
  issuing　from　Norman　arches；　but　rather　from　the　door　of　the
  'Checquers'　or　the　'Brewers　Three。'　　The　painter　in　question　had
  great　comic　power；　which　he　scarcely　ever　cultivated；　he　would　fain
  be　a　Rafael；　which　he　never　could　be；　when　he　might　have　been
  something　quite　as　good　…　another　Hogarth；　the　only　comic　piece
  which　he　ever　presented　to　the　world　being　something　little
  inferior　to　the　best　of　that　illustrious　master。　　I　have　often
  thought　what　a　capital　picture　might　have　been　made　by　my　brother's
  friend；　if；　instead　of　making　the　mayor　issue　out　of　the　Norman
  arch；　he　had　painted　him　moving　under　the　sign　of　the　'Checquers；'
  or　the　'Three　Brewers；'　with　mace　…　yes；　with　mace；　…　the　mace
  appears　in　the　picture　issuing　out　of　the　Norman　arch　behind　the
  mayor；　…　but　likewise　with　Snap；　and　with　whiffler；　quart　pot；　and
  frying…pan；　Billy　Blind　and　Owlenglass；　Mr。　Petulengro　and
  Pakomovna；　…　then；　had　he　clapped　his　own　legs　upon　the　mayor；　or
  any　one　else　in　the　concourse；　what　matter？　　But　I　repeat　that　I
  have　no　hope　of　making　heroic　pictures　out　of　English　mayors；　or；
  indeed；　out　of　English　figures　in　general。　　England　may　be　a　land
  of　heroic　hearts；　but　it　is　not；　properly；　a　land　of　heroic
  figures；　or　heroic　posture…making。　　Italy　。　。　。　what　was　I　going　to
  say　about　Italy？
  CHAPTER　XXXIX
  No　authority　whatever　…　Interference　…　Wondrous　farrago　…　Brandt
  and　Struensee　…　What　a　life！　…　The　hearse　…　Mortal　relics　…　Great
  poet　…　Fashion　and　fame　…　What　a　difference　…　Oh；　beautiful　…　Good
  for　nothing。
  AND　now　once　more　to　my　pursuits；　to　my　Lives　and　Trials。　　However
  partial　at　first　I　might　be　to　these　lives　and　trials；　it　was　not
  long　before　they　became　regular　trials　to　me；　owing　to　the　whims
  and　caprices　of　the　publisher。　　I　had　not　been　long　connected　with
  him　before　I　discovered　that　he　was　wonderfully　fond　of　interfering
  with　other　people's　business　…　at　least　with　the　business　of　those
  who　were　under　his　control。　　What　a　life　did　his　unfortunate
  authors　lead！　　He　had　many　in　his　employ　toiling　at　all　kinds　of
  subjects　…　I　call　them　authors　because　there　is　something
  respectable　in　the　term　author；　though　they　had　little　authorship
  in；　and　no　authority　whatever　over；　the　works　on　which　they　were
  engaged。　　It　is　true　the　publisher　interfered　with　some　colour　of
  reason；　the　plan　of　all　and　every　of　the　works　alluded　to　having
  originated　with　himself；　and；　be　it　observed；　many　of　his　plans
  were　highly　clever　and　promising；　for；　as　I　have　already　had
  occasion　to　say；　the　publisher　in　many　points　was　a　highly　clever
  and　sagacious　person；　but　he　ought　to　have　been　contented　with
  planning　the　works　originally；　and　have　left　to　other　people　the
  task　of　executing　them；　instead　of　which　he　marred　everything　by
  his　rage　for　interference。　　If　a　book　of　fairy　tales　was　being
  compiled；　he　was　sure　to　introduce　some　of　his　philosophy；
  explaining　the　fairy　tale　by　some　theory　of　his　own。　　Was　a　book　of
  anecdotes　on　hand；　it　was　sure　to　be　half　filled　with　sayings　and
  doings　of　himself　during　the　time　that　he　was　common　councilman　of
  the　City　of　London。　　Now；　however　fond　the　public　might　be　of　fairy
  tales；　it　by　no　means　relished　them　in　conjunction　with　the
  publisher's　philosophy；　and　however　fond　of　anecdotes　in　general；
  or　even　of　the　publisher　in　particular　…　for　indeed　there　were　a
  great　many　anecdotes　in　circulation　about　him　which　the　public　both
  read　and　listened　to　very　readily　…　it　took　no　pleasure　in　such
  anecdotes　as　he　was　disposed　to　relate　about　himself。　　In　the
  compilation　of　my　Lives　and　Trials　I　was　exposed　to　incredible
  mortification；　and　ceaseless　trouble；　from　this　same　rage　for
  interference。　　It　is　true　he　could　not　introduce　his　philosophy
  into　the　work；　nor　was　it　possible　for　him　to　introduce　anecdotes
  of　himself；　having　never　had　the　good　or　evil　fortune　to　be　tried
  at　the　bar；　but　he　was　continually　introducing　…　what；　under　a　less
  apathetic　government　than　the　one　then　being；　would　have　infallibly
  subjected　him；　and　perhaps　myself；　to　a　trial；　…　his　politics；　not
  his　Oxford　or　pseudo　politics；　but　the　politics　which　he　really
  entertained；　and　which　were　of　the　most　republican　and　violent
  kind。　　But　this　was　not　all；　when　about　a　moiety　of　the　first
  volume　had　been　printed；　he　materially　altered　the　plan　of　the
  work；　it　was　no　longer　to　be　a　collection　of　mere　Newgate　lives　and
  trials；　but　of　lives　and　trials　of　criminals　in　general；　foreign　as
  well　as　domestic。　　In　a　little　time　the　work　became　a　wondrous
  farrago；　in　which　Konigsmark　the　robber　figured　by　the　side　of　Sam
  Lynn；　and　the　Marchioness　de　Brinvilliers　was　placed　in　contact
  with　a　Chinese　outlaw。　　What　gave　me　the　most　trouble　and　annoyance
  was　the　publisher's　remembering　some　life　or　trial；　foreign　or
  domestic；　which　he　wished　to　be　inserted；　and　which　I　was　forthwith
  to　go　in　quest　of　and　purchase　at　my　own　expense：　　some　of　those
  lives　and　trials　were　by　no　means　easy　to　find。　　'Where　is　Brandt
  and　Struensee？'　cries　the　publisher；　'I　am　sure　I　don't　know；'　I
  replied；　whereupon　the　publisher　falls　to　squealing　like　one　of
  Joey's　rats。　　'Find　me　up　Brandt　and　Struensee　by　next　morning；　or
  …　'　　'Have　you　found　Brandt　and　Struensee？'　cried　the　publisher；　on
  my　appearing　before　him　next　morning。　　'No；'　I　reply；　'I　can　hear
  nothing　about　them'；　whereupon　the　publisher　falls　to　bellowing
  like　Joey's　bull。　　By　dint　of　incredible　diligence；　I　at　length
  discover　the　dingy　volume　containing　the　lives　and　trials　of　the
  celebrated　two　who　had　brooded　treason　dangerous　to　the　st