{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
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The conversation of artists, when it has
reference to their profession, is usually
patched up with phrases peculiar to them
selves, and which may not improperly be
called the slang of art. This iargon, when
heard by persons unacquainted with its appli-
cation, is AIT to lead awkward mistakes. A
laughable instance of the kind occurred late
ly. A party of artists were travelling in a
stage coach, in which, besides themselves, a
sedate venerable lady was the only passenger.
The conversation among the artists ran on
something as follows -" How hicYfut those
clouds are that group to the left is swectly
composed, though perhaps little too solid
and rocky for the others. l have seen norh-
ing of AIS lately. think he is CLEVER


He makes all his flesh too chaiky. You must
allow, however, that he is very successful
with his ladies'" The old lady began to ex-
hibit symptoms of uneasiness, and at the
close of each observation, cast an anXious and
inquiring look at the speaker. Her com
panions, however, unconscious of the alarm
they were exciting went on in the same style.
She heard them, to her increasing dismay,
talk of a farmhouse coming ont from the
neighbouring trees, and gentleman's ground
zvanting rehose. At length they approached
an old village church. A great many OBJ
servations were made about the kecf,ing, &c.
of the scene, which the old LADY, bore with


telerable magnanimisy 5pt at iast, one
'ef stc party exclaimed, in a Kind 81 enthusi-
assng = See. sell theSwn;nan 10 the red
cloak eos we fozycr'' This was too
flps.is st& screamed so the coach
svss II in his fare, although ad-
sF "a heriourney, and ex-


8tur;havhi.g escaped