astonished to see him so wet, asked him where he had left it.
HOGARTH'S MARCH TO FINCHLEY.
Hogarth disposed of this celebrated picture by
lottery. There were eighteen hundred and forty-three
chances subscribed for; he gave the remaining
one hundred and sixty-seven tickets to the
Foundling Hospital, and the same night delivered the
picture to the governors.
HOGARTH'S UNFORTUNATE DEDICATION OF A
PICTURE.
Hogarth dedicated his picture of the March to
Finchley to George II. The following dialogue is
said to have ensued, on this occasion, between the
sovereign and the nobleman in waiting:
"Pray, who is this Hogarth?"
"A painter, my liege."
"I hate painting, and poetry too; neither the one nor the other ever did any good."
"The picture, please your majesty, must undoubtedly be considered as a burlesque."
"What! burlesque a soldier? He deserves to be picketed for his insolence. Take his trumpery out of my sight."
HOGARTH'S MANNER OF SELLING HIS PICTURES.
Hogarth supported himself by the sale of his
prints: the prices of his pictures kept pace neither
