HogarthThe great painter was asked, one day to paint a picture of Pharaoh crossing the Red Sea. A little while after the picture had been commenced, a hitch arose over the fee, and Hogarth found that he would have to complete the commission for about half the sum he expected. When the work was com pleted, the patron was asked to come and inspect it. As a matter of fact, the picture was just one daub of brilliant red. What's this? exclaimed the purchaser. I asked for the Red Sea, on the occasion of the celebrated passage. That's it, replied Hogarth. But, where are the Israelites? They are all gone over.Where are the Egyptians?They're all drowned.