A Catalanian pic nic society at private rehearsal [graphic]

Six members of the society sit in a row, each singing a different song. All are ugly and elderly except one lady who turns to her neighbour singing, "In sweetest harmony we live." The latter, almost bald, sits on the extreme left, singing, "Time has not thinn'd my flowing hair." A fat, ugly lady bawls towards her left hand neighbour: "Encompass'd in [an] angels frame." He sings to her: "Together let us ran[ge] the fields." A man with closed eyes from which tears fall, sings: "Said a smile to a tear what cause have you hear." A gouty, old naval officer on the extreme right sings: "Oh exquisite harmony!! Music has charms to soften rocks and bend the knotted oak." A dishevelled footman with a bottle in his coat-pocket walks from the right, tilting his salver of glasses so that they fall on a squalling cat. He sings tipsily: "From night till morn I take my glass I hopes to forget my Chloe!!" A dog on the left howls