"_Yes, I have felt like some deserted world That God hath done with, and had cast aside Untilled, no use, no pleasure, not desired ... Could such a world have hope that, some blest day, God would remember her, and fashion her Anew?_"--Jean Ingelow. The full sunshine of late June, tempered by the medium of London atmosphere, illumined the long extent of Gallery Number Sixteen at Hertford House.…
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