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No. XIV.—SIR FREDERICK LEIGITON, P.RA,

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7OT a sound reaches me here, save the singing of the birds,"” said Sir Frederick Leighton, as we stood for a moment the garden of his beautiful housc in the Holland Park- road, Kensington. It scemed to be a little world of its own. There was nothing whatever to disturb onc's thoughts on this day of sunshine, when the flowers about

SIR FREDERICK LEIGHTON AT HIS EASEL.

[Elliott & Fry. the lawn were looking their brightest and best, the great trees and tiny trailing ivy greener to-day than ever before. We knew the children were playing in the street, a few yards away, but their merryshoutsand happy laughter could not be heard. The surround- ings of the home of the President of the Royal Academy almost suggested the secret of the peaccful effect which secems to come overonewhenlooking at many of hispictures,