If, by chance, as the happy result of an article in Tuesday’s Times and Mirror deploring the palpable neglect of Rysbrack’s “William III.,” a preservative should be employed, I would advise the cleaning at the same time of the four old “Bristol nails” which stand outside the Exchange. “On the nail” was equivalent to “Over the counter” in mediæval days, and this memory of Bristol honest trading—for a bargain once made “on the nail” had to be carried through—is also suffering from neglect. The four baluster bronze pillars with their table tops are as dirty as a refuse heap, and are carelessly set in the pavement as though placed there by a mason as ignorant of his job as Sir John Swaish and myself are of the proper preservative for bronzes taking the Bristol air. They too deserve a better fate, as they came from the Tolsey lying against All Saints’ Church.