cupboards of a temporary Government office; and looking back on the
past, fruitful as it is in recollections of official slights and
snubs, you may gather that we can have no very ambitious designs for
the future. We do, however, protest against being tacked on as a sort
of outside back-stair appendage to the National Gallery, that will
soon want the space we shall be forced to occupy for its own natural
and legitimate expansion. Suggest a site for us--anywhere else. There
is still room on the Embankment. Kensington Palace--is still in the
market. Why not be welcome there? As representatives for all of us, I
subscribe my name hereunder, and remain,

Your obedient servant,
JOSHUA REYNOLDS (late P.R.A.)

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[Illustration: MR. JOSKINS BUYS A BOOK ON HORSEBREAKING, AND TRIES HIS HAND.

1. The first thing is to teach the Colt to Lead.

2. Next put on the Bridle, and drive him quietly.

3. After this you may get on his Back.

4. Ride him gently at first, and avoid using the Whip.

5. Make the Pupil understand, firmly but quietly, that you are his Master.

6. Then, after a few Lessons, you will have broken the Colt (or he will have
broken you).]