John Leech's Pictures of Life and Character, Vol. 1 (of 3) From the Collection of "Mr. Punch"

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John Leech's PICTURES OF LIFE AND CHARACTER. FROM THE COLLECTION OF "Mr. Punch." — A LATE ARRIVAL. — SNUFFED OUT. — THE TEST OF GALLANTRY. — ENCOURAGING. — TAKING IT COOLLY. — DID YOU EVER? — WHAT THEY SAID TO THEMSELVES. — PROPRIETY. — A COURT DRESS. — A VALUABLE ANIMAL. — CRUEL! — FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE. — THE JOYS OF OCEAN. — UNFEELING OBSERVATION. — IN FOR IT. — THE CORRECT MODE OF RIDING IN ROTTEN ROW. — A HACK FOR THE DAY. — SPORTING EXTRAORDINARY—THE OLD DOG POINTS CAPITALLY. — THE GREENWICH DINNER.—A CONVIVIAL MOMENT. — STRONG ASSERTION. — VERY FINE FRUIT. — A PHILOSOPHER. — MATERNAL SOLICITUDE. — ALARMING OCCURRENCE. — FANCY PORTRAIT. — VERY FINE TALKING! — HOW TO SUIT THE TASTE. — MAKING THE MOST OF IT. — AN AFFAIR OF IMPORTANCE. — A LONDON GENT ABROAD. — ROMANCE AND REALITY. — SYMPTOMS OF WET WEATHER. — PITY THE SORROWS OF THE POOR POLICE. — THE DERBY EPIDEMIC. — HOW TO GET RID OF A GRATIS PATIENT. — THE FISH DINNER. — A HIGHLAND GAME IN A LONDON STREET. — A QUIET WEED. — PRODIGIOUS! — BLESS THE BOY! — HOOKING AND EYEING. — A GAY YOUNG FELLOW. — "DE GUSTIBUS," &c., &c. — JEALOUSY. — A BON-BON FROM A JUVENILE PARTY. — SPECULATORS. — A PROFESSIONAL MAN. — PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT. — MERMAIDS AT PLAY; OR, A NICE LITTLE WATER PARTY. — COMING TO THE POINT. — A LITTLE SURPRISE. — INTERESTING SCENE DURING THE CANVASS FOR MR. ——. NOT A HUNDRED MILES FROM ——. — MURDER WILL OUT. — DOING A LITTLE BILL. — A PLEASANT STREET GAME.

Yours Faithfully
John Leech

JOHN LEECH'S
PICTURES
OF
LIFE AND CHARACTER

From the Collection of "Mr. PUNCH."

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LONDON:
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., 8, 9, 10, BOUVERIE STREET, E.C.
1886.

LONDON:
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS

"FANCY BALL, SIR! NO, SIR! MISSUS'S FANCY BALL, SIR, WERE LAST TOOSDAY, SIR."

"MY EYE, TOMMY! IF 'ERE AIN'T THE SCOTCHMAN HOUT OF THE SNUFF SHOP A TAKIN' A WALK."

Conductor. "WILL ANY GENT BE SO GOOD AS FOR TO TAKE THIS YOUNG LADY IN HIS LAP?"

Old Gentleman. "I WANT SOME SHAVING SOAP, MY GOOD LAD."

Boy. "YES, SIR, HERE'S AN HARTICLE I CAN RECOMMEND, FOR I ALWAYS USE IT MYSELF!"

Old Gent. "NOW, THEN, CABMAN, HOW MUCH TO THE STRAND?"

Cabman. "SIX SHILLIN'!"

Old Gent. "THAT'S TOO MUCH."

Cabman. "WELL: WHAT YOU PLEASE! IT'S TOO HOT TO DISPUTE ABOUT TRIFLES."

Old Gentleman (politely). "OH, CONDUCTOR! I SHALL FEEL GREATLY OBLIGED TO YOU IF YOU WOULD PROCEED, FOR I HAVE AN APPOINTMENT IN THE STRAND, AND I AM AFRAID I SHALL BE TOO LATE."

Conductor (slamming the door). "GO ON, JIM! HERE'S AN OLD COVE A CUSSIN AND A SWEARING LIKE ANY THINK!!!

Honourable Mr. Fiddle. "I WISH THAT CONCEITED ASS, FADDLE, WOULD GO!"

Captain Faddle. "THAT STUPID IDIOT, FIDDLE, NEVER KNOWS WHEN HE'S IN THE WAY!"

Rich Widow. "I SHALL BE UNCOMMONLY GLAD WHEN BOTH OF THESE SIMPLETONS TAKE THEIR DEPARTURE."

PERSONS REPRESENTED. SARAH-JANE. MATILDA.

Scene—Camblin Town.

Sarah-Jane. "OH! YOU 'ORRID DREADFUL STORY! I DIDN'T."

Matilda. "YOU DID NOW, FOR I SEE HIM. I SEE HIM KISS YER. AND HERE HAVE I BIN ENGAGED TO TOMMY PRICE FOR YEARS, AND NEVER SO MUCH AS WALKED ARM-IN-ARM WITH HIM!"

"OH! JUST AIN'T PEOPLE PROUD WHAT HAVE GOT PAIRASOLES!"

Gentleman (fond of dogs). "SAGACIOUS? OH, VERY! WHY, HE NEVER SEES AN OLD GENTLEMAN, BUT HE PULLS OFF HIS HAT AND RUNS AWAY WITH IT. HE'LL FETCH A DUCK OFF A POND; AND HE'S SUCH A NOTION OF TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF THAT HE COSTS ME FULL A GUINEA A WEEK FOR THE LEGS OF MUTTON HE STEALS."

Snob. "'AVE A CIGAR, COACHEE?"

Swell Busman. "NO, THANKEE—I ONLY SMOKE TOBACCER!"

Policeman. "HA! THAT'S THE WAY YOU DRINK THE BEER WHEN YOU'RE SENT OF A HERRAND?"

Genius. "AND THE RIGHT WAY TOO—AIN'T IT?"

Smith. "WELL, BROWN! THIS IS BETTER THAN BEING STEWED UP IN A RAILWAY! EH?"

Brown (faintly). "OH—IM-MEASURABLY SU-PERIOR."

Vulgar Little Boy. "OH, LOOK HERE, BILL! HERE'S A POOR BOY BIN AND HAD THE HINFLUENZA, AND NOW HE'S BROKE OUT ALL OVER BUTTONS AND RED STRIPES."

"HALLO, SIR! ARE YOU AWARE YOU'RE TRESPASSING THERE?"

GALLOP AS HARD AS YOU CAN AMONGST THE LADIES. IT CREATES A SENSATION!!

Stable-Keeper (to little Gent). "SET TO KICKING, AND THEN BOLTED INTO A SHOP! DID HE, NOW? AH! HE ALWAYS WAS A LIGHT-'ARTED 'OSS."

"I TELL YER WHAT IT IS, SAM! IF THIS FOOL OF A DOG IS GOING TO STAND STILL LIKE THIS HERE IN EVERY FIELD HE COMES TO, WE MAY AS WELL SHUT UP SHOP, FOR WE SHAN'T FIND NO PARTRIDGES."

Gentleman (under the influence of White Bait). "WELL, OLD FELLA—REKLECT—PRESHENT COMPANY DINE HERE WITH ME EVERY MONDAY, THURSDAY, AN' SAT'DY—FRIDAY—NO—TOOSDAY, THURSDAY, AND SAT'DY—M:ND AN' DON' FORGET—I SAY—WHAT A GOOD FELLA YOU ARE—GREATEST 'STEEM AND REGARD FOR YOU, OLD FELLA!!!"

Omnibus Driver (addressing another). "YOU'RE A PRETTY FELLOW, YOU ARE. YOU CALL YOURSELF A MAN? WHY, I'VE SEEN A BETTER MAN THAN YOU MADE OUT OF TEA-LEAVES!"

ALARMING SYMPTOMS AFTER EATING BOILED BEEF AND GOOSEBERRY PIE.

Little Boy. "OH, LOR, MAR, I FEEL JUST EXACTLY AS IF MY JACKET WAS BUTTONED."

Newspaper Boy (reads). "A GENTLEMAN IN THE N-E-I-G-H—NEIGHBOURHOOD OF——, HAS AT THE PRESENT TIME SEVERAL E-NORMOUS GOOSEBERRIES IN HIS GARDEN, WHICH MEASURE TEN INCHES IN C-I-R-CIR C-U-M-CUM F-E-R-FER E-N-C-E-ENCE CIRCUMFERENCE, AND ARE OF THE A-S-AS ASTON ASTONISHING WEIGHT OF THREE HOUNCES HEACH."

His Friend. "OH, WHAT WHOPPERS! WOULDN'T I LIKE A PINT!"

Harriet. "ST! ST! ST! DEAR ME, NOW, I'VE BROKEN MY COMB, AND ALL MY BACK HAIR'S COME DOWN. WHAT WITH BRUSHING, AND DRESSING, AND CURLING, AND ONE THING AND THE OTHER, WHAT A PLAGUE ONE'S HAIR IS TO BE SURE!"

Young Fellow. "WELL, HARRIET, WE ARE ALL BOTHERED WITH SOMETHING. LOOK AT US MEN; WE HAVE TO SHAVE EVERY MORNING, SUMMER AND WINTER!"

Mamma. "GEORGINA! GEORGINA!"

Georgina. "WELL, MA. HOW YOU DO FIDGET ONE!" Mamma. "SHOULDERS, MY LOVE; SHOULDERS! PRAY HOLD YOURSELF UP. YOU'RE STOOPING AGAIN DREADFULLY."

Chorus of Unprotected Females. "CONDUCTOR! STOP! CONDUCTOR! OMNIBUS-MAN! HERE'S A GENTLEMAN HAD AN ACCIDENT AND BROKE A JAR OF LEECHES, AND THEY'RE ALL OVER THE OMNIBUS!"

THE INDIVIDUAL WHO SENDS A FIFTY-POUND NOTE FOR UNPAID INCOME-TAX TO THE CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER.

"NOW, THEN, SIR, JUMP UP ON THE ROOF, AND LOOK SHARP, PLEASE, SIR, HERE'S T'OTHER BUS A-COMING."

Waiter. "GENT IN NO. 4 LIKES A HOLDER AND A THINNER WINE, DOES HE? I WONDER HOW HE'LL LIKE THIS BIN?"

Harriet. "OH! I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE COME, BLANCHE! I'VE BEEN SO PERPLEXED I COULD SCARCELY SLEEP ALL NIGHT."

Blanche. "WELL! WHAT IS IT, DEAR?"

Harriet. "WHY, I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO HAVE MY NEW MERINO FROCK VIOLET OR DARK BLUE!"

Scene—A Café in Paris.

London Gent. "GARCONG! TAS DE CORFEE!"

Garçon. "BIEN, M'SIEU'—VOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ZEE 'TIMES'?"

London Gent. "HANG THE FELLER! NOW, I WONDER HOW THE DOOSE HE FOUND OUT I WAS AN ENGLISHMAN!"

Beautiful Being (who is all soul). "HOW GRAND, HOW SOLEMN, DEAR FREDERICK, THIS IS! I REALLY THINK THE OCEAN IS MORE BEAUTIFUL UNDER THIS ASPECT THAN UNDER ANY OTHER!"

Frederick (who has about as much poetry in him as a Codfish). "HM—AH! YES. PER-WAPS. BY THE WAY, BLANCHE—THERE'S A FELLA SWIMPING. S'POSE WE ASK HIM IF HE CAN GET US SOME PWAWNS FOR BWEAKFAST TO-MOWAW MORNING?"

Tom. "HOLLO, SAM, WHAT THE JUICE ARE YOU CARRYING OF?"

Sam. "'CLARISSA ARLO,' FOR MISSIS."

"LOR, SOOSAN! HOW'S A FELLER TO EAT MEAT SUCH WEATHER AS THIS? NOW, A BIT O' PICKLED SALMON AND COWCUMBER, OR A LOBSTER SALAD MIGHT DO."

GENTLEMEN,

OWING TO SUDDEN AND VERY SEVERE INDISPOSITION, I REGRET TO SAY THAT I SHALL NOT BE ABLE TO ATTEND THE OFFICE TO-DAY. I HOPE, HOWEVER, TO BE ABLE TO RESUME MY DUTIES TO-MORROW.

I AM, GENTLEMEN,
YOURS VERY OBEDIENTLY,
PHILIP COX.

"SO YOU'VE TAKEN ALL YOUR STUFF, AND DON'T FEEL ANY BETTER, EH? WELL, THEN, WE MUST ALTER THE TREATMENT; YOU MUST GET YOUR HEAD SHAVED; AND IF YOU WILL CALL HERE TO-MORROW ABOUT ELEVEN, MY PUPIL HERE WILL PUT A SETON IN THE BACK OF YOUR NECK."

"THE WHITEBAIT SEEM VERY LARGE, WAITER?"

"YES, SIR; VERY FINE AT PRESENT, SIR."

PORTRAIT OF THE BOY WHO WON THE PRIZE FOR "PUTTING A STONE" THROUGH A WINDOW.

Guard. "SOME ONE BEEN SMOKING, I THINK?"

Passenger. "WHAT! SMOKING! THAT'S VERY REPREHENSIBLE. PERHAPS IT WAS THE CLERICAL GENTLEMAN WHO HAS JUST GOT OUT OF THE NEXT COMPARTMENT."

Schoolmistress. "YOU SEE, MY LOVE—IF I PUNCTURE THIS INDIA-RUBBER BALL IT WILL COLLAPSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Child. "OH, YES, I UNDERSTAND—IF YOU PRICK IT, IT WILL GO SQUASH."

Old Lady. "NOW, ARTHUR, WHICH WILL YOU HAVE? SOME OF THIS NICE PUDDING, OR SOME JAM TART?"

Juvenile. "NO PASTRY, THANK-YE, AUNT. IT SPOILS ONE'S WINE SO. I DON'T MIND A DEVILLED BISCUIT, THO', BY-AND-BY, WITH MY CLARET."

(Old Lady turns all manner of colours.

Angelina (the Wife of his Bussum). "WELL, EDWIN, IF YOU CAN'T MAKE THE 'THINGS,' AS YOU CALL THEM, MEET, YOU NEED NOT SWEAR SO. IT'S REALLY QUITE DREADFUL."

Young Rapid. "YOU ARE QUITE SURE THIS IS THE CORRECT DRESS FOR A YOUNG FELLOW OF THAT PERIOD, EH?"

Mr. Noses. "OH, PERFECTLY CORRECT, SIR; AND REALLY LOOKS SPLENDID ON YER!"

Snip. "THAT'S A SWEET THING FOR A WAISTCOAT, SIR, AND WOULD LOOK UNCOMMON WELL UPON YOU, SIR!"

Betrothed (who does not dance the Polka). "I SHOULD LIKE TO PUNCH HIS HEAD—A CONCEITED BEAST!"

Alfred. "I SAY, FRANK, AREN'T YOU GOING TO HAVE SOME SUPPER?"

Frank. "A—NOT AT PRESENT. I SHALL WAIT TILL THE WOMEN LEAVE THE ROOM."

"THIS AIN'T SUCH A WERRY BAD IDEA, IS IT, JIM? HERE'S THE GREAT DIDDLESEX WRITES TO ME FOR FIVE BOB ON A HUNDRED AN' FIFTY SHARES; AND, TO SAVE TROUBLE, VANTS THE NAME OF MY SOLICITUR."

Medical Student. "WELL, OLD FELLOW, SO YOU'VE 'PASSED' AT LAST."

Consulting Surgeon. "YES; BUT I DON'T GET MUCH PRACTICE, SOMEHOW—ALTHOUGH I AM NEARLY ALWAYS AT HOME, IN CASE ANY ONE SHOULD CALL."

Little Hairdresser (mildly). "YER 'AIR'S VERY THIN ON THE TOP, SIR."

Gentleman (of ungovernable temper). "MY HAIR THIN ON THE TOP, SIR? AND WHAT IF IT IS? CONFOUND YOU, YOU PUPPY, DO YOU THINK I CAME HERE TO BE INSULTED AND TOLD OF MY PERSONAL DEFECTS? I'LL THIN YOUR TOP!!"

Lover. "SWEET GIRL, LET ME—HERE—AWAY FROM THE BUSY HUM OF MEN—AND WHERE NO MORTAL EYE CAN SEE US—DECLARE THAT PASSION WHICH—WHICH—"

Lady. "THERE! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE GET UP, MR. TOMKINS, AND DON'T BE RIDICULOUS—JUST CONSIDER ALL THE TELESCOPES FROM THE PARADE!!"

Little Foot Page (unexpectedly). "HERE'S SOME GENTLEMEN, PLEASE SIR."

Wife of Free and Independent. "OH! AIN'T HE A HAFFABLE GENTLEMAN, TUMMUS?"

Free and Independent. "AH! JUST AIN'T 'UN. I SHOULDN'T WONDER IF I WARN'T ABLE TO PAY MY RENT TO-MORRER!"

Mrs. Smith. "IS MRS. BROWN IN?"

Jane. "NO, MEM, SHE'S NOT AT HOME."

Little Girl. "OH! WHAT A HORRID STORY, JANE! MA'S IN THE KITCHEN, HELPING COOK!"

"YOU SEE, OLD BOY, IT'S THE MEREST FORM IN THE WORLD. YOU HAVE ONLY TO—WHAT THEY CALL—ACCEPT IT, AND I'LL FIND THE MONEY WHEN IT COMES DUE."

Victim. "COME ALONG—GIVE US THE PEN."

Old Gent. "CONFOUND THE BOYS AND THEIR TOPS! WHERE ARE THE POLICE?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. I. — No. II. — HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. — SOMETHING LIKE A HOLIDAY. — GREAT WANT OF VENERATION.

THE COOK SAYS THAT SHE THINKS THERE'S A SLATE LOOSE ON THE ROOF OF THE HOUSE, FOR THE WATER COMES INTO THE SERVANTS' BEDROOM. MR. BRIGGS REPLIES THAT THE SOONER IT IS PUT TO RIGHTS THE BETTER, BEFORE IT GOES ANY FURTHER—AND HE WILL SEE ABOUT IT.

MR. BRIGGS HAVING BEEN TOLD BY THE BUILDER THAT A "LITTLE COMPO" IS ALL THAT IS WANTED, THE FIRST STEP IS TAKEN TOWARDS MAKING THINGS COMFORTABLE.

MASTER JACKEY HAVING SEEN A "PROFESSOR" OF POSTURING, HAS A PRIVATE PERFORMANCE OF HIS OWN IN THE NURSERY.

Pastrycook. "WHAT HAVE YOU HAD, SIR?"

Boy. "I'VE HAD TWO JELLIES, SEVEN OF THEM, AND ELEVEN OF THEM, AND SIX OF THOSE, AND FOUR BATH BUNS, A SAUSAGE ROLL, TEN ALMOND CAKES, AND A BOTTLE OF GINGER BEER."

Puer loquitur. "I SAY LOBSTER, SHALL I GO AND FETCH YOU A CAB?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. III. — No. IV. — DOMESTIC BLISS. — THE FASHIONS. — INNOCENCE. — UNLUCKY.

NO TIME HAS BEEN LOST. MR. BRIGGS FINDS, ON GETTING OUT OF BED AT FIVE A.M. THAT THE WORKPEOPLE HAVE ALREADY COMMENCED PUTTING THE ROOF TO RIGHTS.

Paterfamilias. "I CANNOT CONCEIVE, MY LOVE, WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH MY WATCH; I THINK IT MUST WANT CLEANING."

Pet Child. "OH, NO! PAPA DEAR! I DON'T THINK IT WANTS CLEANING, BECAUSE BABY AND I HAD IT WASHING IN THE BASIN FOR EVER SO LONG THIS MORNING!"

A FRIENDLY HINT TO YOUNG LADIES WHO WEAR THOSE DEAR DELIGHTFUL BARÈGE DRESSES. ALWAYS LET THE SLIP (OR WHATEVER THE MYSTERIOUS GARMENT IS CALLED) BE AS LONG AS THE OUTER DRESS!

"OH, SIR! NO, SIR! PLEASE, SIR, IT AIN'T ME, SIR! IT'S THE OTHER BOYS, SIR!"

"VAT'S THE MATTER, EH?"

"OH, THERE'S ALWAYS A SOMETHINK! VY, I'VE BIN AND LEFT MY HOPERA-GLASS IN A CAB NOW."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. V. — EVENING PARTIES. — A DELICIOUS MORSEL. — DIFFERENT PEOPLE HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS. — OUR NATIONAL DEFENCES. — GENTEEL PRACTICE. — THE GOOD LITTLE BOY.

JUST TO SHOW HOW ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER—MR. BRIGGS (WHO HAS COME OUT ON THE LEADS WHILE THE MEN ARE GONE TO DINNER) IS SHOWN BY THE BUILDER HOW IT WOULD BE THE EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD TO "THROW" HIS PASSAGE INTO HIS DINING ROOM, AND BUILD A NEW ENTRANCE HALL WITH A SLIGHT CONSERVATORY OVER IT.—TO THE RIGHT OF THE CARTOON IS MRS. BRIGGS(!) WHO THINKS MR. B. HAS TAKEN LEAVE OF HIS SENSES.

"BILL, YOU GOES OUT A GOOD DEAL.—TELL US, IS IT THE KERRECT THING TO TAKE ONE'S 'AT INTO A HEVENING PARTY?"

Jacky. "HALLO, TOMMY! WHAT HAVE YOU GOT THERE?"

Tommy. "HOYSTER."

Jacky. "OH! GIVE US A BIT."

Flunkey. "APOLLO? HAH! I DESSAY IT'S VERY CHEAP, BUT IT AIN'T MY IDEER OF A GOOD FIGGER!"

Small Briton. "THE FRENCH INVADE US, INDEED! AND WHAT SHOULD WE BE ABOUT ALL THE TIME?—WHY, WE SHOULD RISE LIKE ONE MAN!"

Apprentice. "IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, SHALL I FILL UP MRS. TWADDLE'S DRAUGHTS WITH WATER?"

Practitioner. "DEAR, DEAR ME, MR. BUMPS, HOW OFTEN MUST I MENTION THE SUBJECT? WE NEVER USE WATER—Aqua destillata, IF YOU PLEASE!"

Bathing Woman. "MASTER FRANKY WOULDN'T CRY! NO! NOT HE!—HE'LL COME TO HIS MARTHA, AND BATHE LIKE A MAN!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. VI. — BITTER SARCASM. — MAL-APROPOS. — WE ALL HAVE OUR TROUBLES. — THE RULING PASSION. — NOTHING LIKE WARM BATHING.

TABLEAU, REPRESENTING FURTHER IMPROVEMENTS IN MR. BRIGGS'S HOUSE—DESTRUCTION OF THE WALL WHICH SEPARATES THE PARLOUR FROM THE PASSAGE.

(N.B.—As the wall is only lath and plaster, of course little or no mess is made. Mrs. Briggs says she hopes Mr. B. is satisfied now.)

Gentleman (in Shower-Bath). "HOLLO! HOLLO! WHO'S THERE? WHAT THE DEUCE DO YOU WANT?"

Maid. "IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, HERE'S THE BUTCHER, AND MISSUS SAYS WHAT WILL YOU HAVE FOR DINNER TO-DAY?"

Sister Mary. "WHY, CHARLEY, DEAR BOY, WHAT'S THE MATTER? YOU SEEM QUITE MISERABLE!"

Charley. "AH! AIN'T I JUST! HERE'S MA' SAYS I MUST WEAR TURN-DOWN COLLARS TILL CHRISTMAS, AND THERE'S YOUNG SIDNEY BOWLER (WHO'S NOT HALF SO TALL AS I AM) HAS HAD STICK-UPS AND WHITE CHOKERS FOR EVER SO LONG!"

"NOW, TELL ME, DEAR, IS THERE ANYTHING NEW IN THE FASHIONS?"

"HOLLO! HI! HERE! SOMEBODY! I'VE TURNED ON THE HOT WATER, AND I CAN'T TURN IT OFF AGAIN!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. VII. — THE TROOPS AND THE WEATHER. — PROPER PRIDE. — JUST THE MAN. — A REGULAR CUSTOMER. — ALARMING INTELLIGENCE.

Scene: Principal barricade at Mr. Briggs's House.—OWING TO THE INCOMPLETE STATE OF THE ALTERATIONS, MR. BRIGGS IS OBLIGED TO ENTER HIS HOUSE THROUGH THE PARLOUR WINDOW. THE POLICEMAN MISTAKES HIM FOR A BURGLAR, AND ACTS ACCORDINGLY. IN MR. BRIGGS'S HAND MAY BE OBSERVED A FINE LOBSTER, WHICH HE HAS BROUGHT HOME TO CONCILIATE MRS. B.

A SKETCH AT A RAILWAY STATION.

"PLEASE, SIR, DID YOU WANT ANYBODY TO KEEP ORDER ON THESE HERE HUSTINGS ON POLLING DAY?"

"HA'PENNY CANDLE, PLEASE, AND BE QUICK, FOR MOTHER WANTS HER TEA."

"OH, YES, OF COURSE, MISS; COULD WE SEND IT ANYWHERE FOR YER?"

Swell Mobsman (reads). "'ARRANGEMENTS ARE MAKING TO CONNECT ALL THE POLICE OFFICES WITH THE ELECTRIC TELEGRAPH.' WELL, I HAM BLOWED!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. VIII. — TAKING CHANGE. — THE INTERESTING STORY. — MUCH TOO CONSIDERATE. — GALLANTRY. — LA MODE. — A FASHION IN PINS.

SOMEHOW OR OTHER, EVER SINCE THE ALTERATIONS, THE CHIMNEYS HAVE TAKEN TO SMOKE INTOLERABLY. THE BUILDER IS ASSURING MR. BRIGGS THAT BY SOME VERY SIMPLE CONTRIVANCE THEY CAN BE EFFECTUALLY CURED.

Conductor. "ALL RIGHT, JIM. PUSH ALONG, I'VE SERVED THE OLD GAL OUT THIS TIME."

Old Lady. "HERE, STOP! CONDUCTOR! I WON'T TAKE CHANGE FOR A FIVE-SHILLING PIECE IN HALF-PENCE—THAT I WON'T! HERE, POLICE! CONDUCTOR!" &C.

First Ticket Porter. "AND SO, YOU KNOW, THAT'S ALL I KNOWS ABOUT IT."

Second Ticket Porter. "WELL! I DON'T KNOW AS EVER I KNOWED A MAN AS KNOWS AS MUCH AS YOU KNOWS."

Robinson. "THERE, BROWN, MY BOY, THAT'S AS FINE A GLASS OF WINE AS YOU CAN GET ANYWHERE."

Mrs. Brown. "A-HEM! AUGUSTUS, MY DE-AR. YOU ARE SURELY NEVER GOING TO TAKE PORT WINE? YOU KNOW IT NEVER AGREES WITH YOU, MY LOVE!"

Gus (who is always so full of his nonsense). "DASH MY BUTTONS, ELLEN! THAT'S A STUNNING WAISTCOAT. I WISH YOU'D GIVE US YOUR TAILOR'S ADDRESS."

Ellen. "DON'T YOU BE RUDE, SIR—AND TAKE YOUR ARMS OFF THE PIANO."

"A PIN FOR YOUR SCARF, SIR? HERE'S AN ARTICLE WE HAVE SOLD A GREAT MANY OF."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — No. IX. — No. X. — SOMETHING LIKE A BROTHER. — A DUMB WAITER. — THE LOST ONE. — POP. — REAL ENJOYMENT . — FROM A BEAUTIFUL MINIATURE.

ENVELOPE CONTAINING THE BUILDER'S LITTLE ACCOUNT AGAINST MR. BRIGGS—MUCH TOO SERIOUS TO JEST UPON.

THE UNSETTLED STATE OF THE HOUSE FOR THE LAST TWO MONTHS HAS SO DISORDERED BRIGGS, THAT HIS MEDICAL ADVISER RECOMMENDS A LITTLE HORSE EXERCISE BY WAY OF A CHANGE, AND HIS EQUESTRIAN PLEASURES BEGIN.

Flora. "THAT'S A VERY PRETTY WAISTCOAT, EMILY!"

Emily. "YES, DEAR. IT BELONGS TO MY BROTHER CHARLES. WHEN HE GOES OUT OF TOWN HE PUTS ME ON THE FREE-LIST, AS HE CALLS IT, OF HIS WARDROBE. ISN'T IT KIND?"

Old Gentleman. "WHAT THE DEUCE IS THE REASON, SIR, YOU DON'T ANSWER WHEN YOU ARE CALLED?"

(The reason is obvious. The poor child has his mouth full of green peas and jam tart.)

Boy. "IF YOU PLEASE, M', WAS YOU A LOOKING FOR A LITTLE DOG?"

Young Ladies. "YES! OH, YES!"

Boy. "WAS IT A SPANNEL, MUM?"

Young Ladies. "OH, YES! A MOST BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SPANIEL, WITH VERY LONG EARS."

Boy. "AH, THEN, MUM, IT'S THE SAME AS FLEW AT MASTER'S BIG DOG HERE, WOT'S BIN AND SWALLERED OF IT."

APPALLING RESULT OF INCAUTIOUSLY TAKING TOO MUCH SODA TO CORRECT ACIDITY.

Annie. "GOOD-BYE, DEAR, YOU MUST COME AGAIN SOON, AND SPEND A GOOD LONG DAY, AND THEN I CAN SHOW YOU ALL MY NEW THINGS."

Clara. "OH! THAT WILL BE NICE! GOOD-BYE, DEAR." (Kiss and exit.)

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. I. — THE RISING GENERATION. — AN EXCELLENT WINE. — WHAT IS THIS? — DOMESTIC BLISS. — MEN OF BUSINESS. — ANGLERS HEAR STRANGE THINGS.

Dealer. "I SHOULD SAY IT WAS JUST THE HOSS YOU WANT, SIR; ONLY YOU MUST DECIDE AT ONCE, BECAUSE THERE'S SEVERAL PARTIES VERY SWEET UPON HIM. HE'S A GENTLEMAN'S HOSS, SIR, AND CARRIES HIS OWN HEAD, SIR!"

Mr. Briggs. "BLESS MY HEART!" (Buys him.)

Clever Juvenile (loq.). "SHAKSPEARE? POOH! FOR MY PART I CONSIDER SHAKSPEARE A MUCH OVER-RATED MAN."

"THE BEST OF CLARET IS, THAT YOU MAY DRINK ANY (hic) QUANTITY YOU LIKE, WITHOUT FEELING ILL."

QUITE A NEW SENSATION FOR THE LUXURIOUS, ON COLD MORNINGS. "USE HOT WATER, AND LOOK AT YOUR SHOWER-BATH!"

Time, half-past three; thermometer 30°.

William. "WHAT A VIOLENT RINGING THERE IS AT THE STREET-DOOR BELL!"

Maria. "OH! I KNOW WHAT IT IS, DEAR. IT'S THE SWEEPS· AND I DARE SAY THE GIRLS DON'T HEAR. JUST RUN UP AND KNOCK AT THEIR ROOM DOOR."

MONEY.—WANTED FROM £300 TO £400 TO BRING FORWARD AN ARTICLE THAT MUST IN A FEW YEARS REALISE A HANDSOME FORTUNE TO THE PROPRIETORS. TO ANY YOUNG MAN WHO IS NOT OF BUSINESS HABITS, WITH THE ABOVE SUM AT COMMAND, THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR INVESTMENT SELDOM MET WITH. REFERENCES EXCHANGED.—NO PROFESSED MONEY-LENDER NEED APPLY.

Piscator. "ARE THERE ANY BARBEL ABOUT HERE, GOV'NOR?"

Host. "ANY BARBEL ABOUT HERE!! I SHOULD RAYTHER THINK THERE WAS A FEW; HERE'S THE PICTUR O' WUN MY LITTLE BOY KETCHED JUST HOPPOSIT."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. II. MR. BRIGGS TRIES HIS HORSE. — THE ALDERMAN'S ADVICE TO HIS SON. — A JACK TAR. — MAY DIFFERENCE OF OPINION NEVER ALTER FRIENDSHIP. — THE PROGRESS OF SLANG. — AWFUL OCCURRENCE AT AN EVENING PARTY. — SKETCH NEAR BURTON CRESCENT.

STRIKING EFFECT ON MEETING ONE OF THOSE NASTY OMNIBUSSES.

Mr. Gobble. "YOU SEE, SAM, YOU ARE A WERRY YOUNG MAN: AND WHEN I AM TOOK AWAY (WHICH, IN THE COMMON COURSE OF EWENTS, CAN'T BE WERRY LONG FUST), YOU WILL HAVE A GREAT DEAL OF PROPERTY. NOW, I'VE ONLY ONE PIECE OF ADWICE TO GIVE YOU. IT'S THIS—AND BY ALL MEANS ACT UPON IT:—LAY DOWN PLENTY OF PORT IN YOUR YOUTH THAT YOU MAY HAVE A GOOD BOTTLE OF WINE IN YOUR OLD AGE."

BACK VIEW OF THE ELEPHANT AT THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS

Dumpy Young Lady. "WELL, FOR MY PART, MATILDA, I LIKE LONG WAISTS AND FLOUNCES."

"WHY, WHAT A PRETTY NEW FROCK ALFRED HAS!"

Prodigy (who picks up everything so readily). "AH, AIN'T IT A STUNNER?"

"MY GOODNESS, EMILY! THEY'RE BEGINNING THE QUADRILLE, AND HERE'S ALL MY 'BACK HAIR' COMING DOWN!! WHATEVER SHALL I DO?"

"OH! WOT A SHAME! THEY'VE BEEN AND SPIKED ALL THE POSTES."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. III. — NEVER SATISFIED. — A VERY OLD SOLDIER.

MR. BRIGGS HAVING PARTED WITH HIS LAD FOR MISCONDUCT, SOME YOUNG MEN WITHOUT ENCUMBRANCE APPLY TO "LOOK AFTER" HIS HORSE.

Old Gent. "GOOD GRACIOUS ME! WHAT WITH ORANGE-PEEL AND SLIDES, THERE'S NO PEACE IN THIS LIFE."

"SPARE A COPPER FOR A POOR OLD SOLDIER, MY NOBLE CAPTAIN! SURE IT'S YER HONOURS FACE I RECOLLECT IN THE PENINSULAR?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. IV. — A PLEASANT STATE OF THINGS. — MR. PUNCH'S FANCY BALL. — SUBJECT FOR A PICTURE.—IRRITABLE GENTLEMAN DISTURBED BY A BLUEBOTTLE. — RAILWAY LITERATURE. — A LEFT-HANDED COMPLIMENT. — LITERAL. — HALL ALONG OF THEM BETTING OFFICES. — A BRUTAL FELLOW. — OF COURSE. — ENTER MR. BOTTLES, THE BUTLER. — THE NEW ACT. — DISCERNMENT. — INNOCENT AND AMUSING LITTLE TRICK FOR LITTLE BOYS. — SOLICITUDE. — ANOTHER. — AWKWARD. — THE BEARD MOVEMENT.—GAMMONING A GENT. — AWFUL SCENE ON THE CHAIN PIER, BRIGHTON. — A LUMPING PENN'ORTH. — RATHER SUSPICIOUS! — ALARMING. — A SKETCH AT RAMSGATE. — A PICTURE. — EASILY SATISFIED. — A GREAT LOSS. — RATHER A BAD LOOK-OUT. — A DREADFUL SHOCK TO THE NERVES.

MR. BRIGGS, PERSUADED THAT "A GOOD HORSE CAN'T BE A BAD COLOUR," HAS PURCHASED A SPOTTED AND HIGHLY TRAINED STEED FROM A CIRCUS; BUT THE WORST OF HIM IS, THAT AMONGST OTHER THINGS, HE HAS BEEN TRAINED TO SIT DOWN ON HIS HAUNCHES WHEN HE HEARS A BAND PLAY, AND YOU MAY IMAGINE HOW DISCONCERTED POOR OLD BRIGGS WAS THE FIRST TIME HE DID SO.

Piscator (at the top of his voice). "HI—TOM! BRING THE LANDING-NET; HE'S PULLED ME IN, AND GOT ROUND A POST."

HORACE MAYHEW. PERCIVAL LEIGH. RICHD. DOYLE. GILBERT A. A'BECKETT. JOHN LEECH. RICHD. COBDEN. SIR R. PEEL. MARK LEMON. TOM TAYLOR. W. M. THACKERAY. DOUGLAS JERROLD.

PRINCE DE JOINVILLE. SIR JAMES GRAHAM. LORD GEORGE BENTINCK. DAN. O'CONNELL. GEORGE HUDSON. SHAW LEFEVRE. (Speaker.) JENNY LIND. GEN. TOM THUMB. LORD JOHN RUSSELL. PRINCE ALBERT. GEN. TOM DISRAELI. THE QUEEN MR. PUNCH. LOUIS PHILIPPE. COL. SIBTHORP. LORD NORMANBY. LORD BROUGHAM. MEHEMET ALI. EMPEROR OF RUSSIA. DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

Book Stall Keeper. "BOOK, MA'AM? YES, MA'AM, HERE'S A POPULAR WORK BY AN EMINENT SURGEON, JUST PUBLISHED, 'BROKEN LEGS, AND HOW TO MEND THEM;' OR, WOULD YOU LIKE THE LAST NUMBER OF 'THE RAILWAY OPERATOR?'"

Bootmaker (with great feeling). "OH, NO, SIR! DON'T HAVE NAPOLEONS; HAVE TOPS, SIR!—YOURS IS A BEAUTIFUL LEG FOR A TOP BOOT, SIR!—(young Nimrod is immensely pleased)—BEAUTIFUL LEG, SIR! SAME SIZE ALL THE WAY DOWN, SIR!"—(young Nimrod is immensely disgusted.)

Young Lady. "PRAY, CABMAN, ARE YOU ENGAGED?"

Cabman. "LOR BLESS YER, MISS, WHY, I'VE BEEN MARRIED THIS SEVEN YEARS."

Betting Flunkey. "LOST? I BELIEVE YER! AND LOST A HATFULL OF MONEY ON THE HOAKS, TOO; AND HOW I'M TO SETTLE WITHOUT PARTING WITH MY JEWELLERY, I'M SURE I DON'T KNOW! AH, MR. BOTTLES, ITS HARD LINES TO WAIT AT TABLE WITH SUCH CARES AND HANXIETIES."

Policeman. "NOW, MUM! WHAT'S THE MATTER?"

Injured Female. "IF YOU PLEASE, MISTER—I WANT TO GIVE MY WRETCH OF A 'USBAND IN CHARGE. HE'S ALLVAYS A KNOCKING OF ME DOWN AND A STAMPIN' ON ME!"

"IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, MASTER'S SENT BACK THE FIRST VOLUME, AND HE SAYS, WILL YOU BE SO GOOD AS TO LET HIM 'AVE THE SECOND?"

Master Fred. "THERE! THAT'S CAPITAL! STAND STILL, BOTTLES, AND I'LL SHOW YOU HOW THE CHINESE DO THE KNIFE TRICK AT THE PLAY."

[BOTTLES is much interested.

Hansom Cabby. "H'M! SIXPENCE, YOU HAD BETTER KEEP IT. YOU MAY WANT IT FOR YOUR WASHING OR SOMETHINK!"

Clever Child. "OH! DO LOOK HERE, MAMMA DEAR, SUCH A FUNNY THING! MR. BOKER'S GOT ANOTHER FOREHEAD AT THE BACK OF HIS HEAD."

[BOKER is delighted.

AN OLD LADY IS CROSSING THE STREET, WHEN A LITTLE BOY SHOUTS OUT—"HI!" AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE. THE OLD LADY (ALTHOUGH INDEED THERE IS NO REAL CAUSE FOR ALARM) STARTS, AND BECOMES GREATLY AGITATED, AND IMAGINES THAT SHE IS RUN OVER BY AN OMNIBUS. THIS IS AN EXCEEDINGLY PLEASANT TRICK.

Child (screams and without any stops). "HANNER MARIA YER TIRESOME HAGGERWATIN' LITTLE USSY COME OUT OF THE ROAD DO WITH YER LITTLE BROTHER DID YER WANT TO BE RUNNED OVER BY OMNIBUSTES AND KILLED DEAD OH DEAR OH DEAR WHO'D BE A NUSS?"

THIS IS EQUALLY DIVERTING. A LITTLE BOY RUSHES BY AN OLD GENTLEMAN AND "YOWLS" LIKE A DOG. THE OLD GENTLEMAN IS TERRIFIED BEYOND MEASURE. IF AT THE SAME TIME THE LITTLE BOY SHOULD ALSO PINCH THE LEG OF THE OLD GENTLEMAN, THE FORCE OF THE JOKE IS MUCH HEIGHTENED; BUT THEN INDEED HE MUST HAVE COURAGE, AND BE VERY ADROIT, OR HE MAY CHANCE TO GET A GREAT BANG FROM AN UMBRELLA OR STICK.

Railway Porter. "NOW THEN, SIR! BY YOUR LEAVE!"

Little Gent. "'OW MUCH?"

Cabby. "WELL, I'D RATHER LEAVE IT TO YOU, SIR! AND WHAT WE POOR HANSOMS IS TO DO WHEN ALL YOU OFFICERS IS GONE ABROAD, GOODNESS KNOWS."

Nursemaid. "LAWK! THERE GOES CHARLEY, AND HE'S TOOK HIS MAR'S PARASOL. WHAT WILL MISSUS SAY?"

"NOW, MY MAN, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY, IF I GAVE YOU A PENNY?"

"VY, THAT YOU VOS A JOLLY OLD BRICK!"

Sentimental Young Lady. "WILL YOU BE SO OBLIGING, MR. TONGS, AS TO CUT OFF A LONG PIECE OF HAIR WHERE IT WILL NOT BE MISSED?"

THE OLD LADY IS SUPPOSED (AFTER A GREAT EFFORT) TO HAVE MADE UP HER MIND TO TRAVEL, JUST FOR ONCE, BY ONE "OF THOSE NEW-FANGLED RAILWAYS," AND THE FIRST THING SHE BEHOLDS ON ARRIVING AT THE STATION, IS THE ABOVE MOST ALARMING PLACARD.

Ellen (who loves a joke at AUNT FIDGET'S expense). "GOOD GRACIOUS, AUNT, THERE ARE TWO OFFICERS!"

Aunt Fidget (a short-sighted lady). "BLESS ME, SO THERE ARE! WELL; THEY MAY BE OFFICERS, BUT THEY ARE NOT GENTLEMEN, I'M SURE, OR THEY WOULDN'T STAND LOOKING AT US IN THAT IMPUDENT MANNER."

SHOWING WHAT MASTER TOM DID AF-TER SEE-ING A PAN-TO-MIME—BUT YOU WOULD NOT DO SO—OH DEAR NO!—BECAUSE YOU ARE A GOOD BOY.

Fond Parent. "I DON'T CARE, MR. MEDIUM, ABOUT ITS BEING HIGHLY FINISHED; BUT I SHOULD LIKE THE DEAR CHILD'S EXPRESSION PRESERVED."

Rapid Undergraduate. "WELL, JACKSON! YOU SEE THEY'VE PLUCKED ME AGAIN."

Porter of St. Boniface. "YE-ES, SIR, I WAS VERY SORRY WHEN I 'EARD OF IT, SIR."

Undergraduate. "AH! I DID INTEND GOING INTO THE CHURCH, AND BEING AN ORNAMENT TO THE PROFESSION—BUT AS THEY WON'T LET ME THROUGH—I THINK—I SHALL CUT THE WHOLE CONCERN."

Young Sister. "I SHOULD SO LIKE TO GO TO A PARTY, MA."

Mamma. "MY DEAR, DON'T BE RIDICULOUS. AS I HAVE TOLD YOU BEFORE (I AM SURE A HUNDRED AND FIFTY TIMES), THAT UNTIL FLORA IS MARRIED, IT IS UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO GO OUT; SO DO NOT ALLUDE TO THE SUBJECT AGAIN, I BEG."

"PLEASE, MEM, LET'S COME UNDER YOUR RUMBERELLER!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. V. — A STARTLING REQUEST. — CUT HIM DOWN BEHIND! — DELICATE. — CONFOUND THE SHOPS! — VERY LOW PEOPLE. — POOR TOMMY.

MR. BRIGGS, DETERMINED TO HAVE NO MORE INFERIOR HORSES, GIVES A GOOD ROUND SUM FOR "A CLEVER COB—UP TO GREAT WEIGHT—AND THAT A CHILD MIGHT RIDE." HE HAS SOME FRIENDS (WHO REALLY KNOW WHAT A HORSE IS) TO DINE WITH HIM, WHOSE OPINIONS HE WISHES TO HAVE.

First Friend. "AH—VERY NICE—VERY NICE—BUT NOT MY SORT—BEEN KNOCKED ABOUT A GOOD DEAL, I SHOULD SAY—DRIVEN IN A BUTCHER'S CART, PERHAPS, AND SOLD BECAUSE HE WASN'T FAST ENOUGH."——Second Ditto. "HE HASN'T BEEN DOWN, BRIGGS, HAS HE? IS THAT A SCRATCH, OR IS IT ONLY THE LIGHT?"——Third Ditto. "DOES HE SHY AT ALL? HIS EYES DON'T LOOK QUITE THE THING."——Fourth Ditto. "I TELL YOU WHAT, BRIGGS, YOU MUST HAVE HIM LOOKED AFTER A LITTLE BETTER, OR HE'LL VERY SOON HAVE A CRACKED HEEL."——Fifth Ditto. "THAT HOCK SEEMS RATHER QUEER," &c., &c., &c.

"PLEASE, SIR, WILL YOU PUMP FOR ME?"

'Bus Conductor. "WOULD ANY LADY BE SO KIND AS TO RIDE OUTSIDE TO OBLIGE A GENTLEMAN?"

Mrs. ——. "OH! DO LOOK HERE, DEAR! HOW EXTREMELY PRETTY THE AUTUMN FASHIONS ARE, TO BE SURE. WHAT A PERFECTLY LOVELY LITTLE CLOAK!"

Mr. —— (rapidly changing the subject). "YES. YES! BEAUTIFUL! BEAUTIFUL! BUT SEE, LOVE, WHAT A MAGNIFICENT BROWN HORSE, AND HOW SPLENDIDLY THAT FELLOW SITS HIM!"

Purveyor of Poultry. "WHAT SORT O' PEOPLE ARE THEY AT NUMBER TWELVE, JACK?"

Purveyor of Meat. "OH! A RUBBISHIN' LOT. LEG O' MUTTON A' MONDAYS, AND 'ASH AN' COLD MEAT THE REST O' THE WEEK."

"WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH TOMMY?"

"BOO! HOO! I'VE CUT MY FINGER WITH AUNT'S SCISSORS."

"THAT'S A GOOD BOY! ALWAYS SPEAK THE TRUTH!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. VI. — No. VII. — AWFUL INSTANCE OF PERCEPTION OF CHARACTER IN AN INFANT PRODIGY. — EASILY PLEASED. — DELICACY OF THE SEASON. — THE BANDS OF HOPE; OR, THE CHILDISH TEETOTAL MOVEMENT.

MR. BRIGGS (at an alarming sacrifice) GETS RID OF HORSE NO. I., AND GOES OUT FOR A RIDE IN THE COUNTRY UPON NO. II.

Carman. "FELL DOWN, HAS HE, SIR? AH, HE LOOKS AS IF HE COULD BE WERRY CLEVER AT THAT.—WERRY ORKERD THING, SIR, FOR A OSS TO FALL DOWN, SIR. OSSES OOSTES A GOOD BIT O' MONEY—LEASTWAYS, GENTLEMEN'S OSSES DOES.—NOW, JIST LOOK AT MY LITTLE OSS, SIR, AND HE'S A POOR MAN'S OSS, HE IS. HE DON'T GO FALLIN' ABOUT." (Exit.)

MR BRIGGS RIDES(!) HOME, AND WONDERS WHAT MRS. BRIGGS WILL SAY.

Prodigy. "MAMMA, LOOK DERE! DERE PAPA!"

Disciple of Old Isaac. "THIS WOULDN'T BE A BAD PLACE, IF THE FISH WOULD ONLY BITE, AND IF IT WASN'T FOR THIS CONFOUNDED WASPS' NEST."

Testy Old Uncle (unable to control his passion). "REALLY, SIR, THIS IS QUITE INTOLERABLE! YOU MUST INTEND TO INSULT ME. FOR THE LAST FOURTEEN DAYS, WHEREVER I HAVE DINED, I HAVE HAD NOTHING BUT SADDLE OF MUTTON AND BOILED TURKEY—BOILED TURKEY AND SADDLE OF MUTTON. I'LL ENDURE IT NO LONGER."

[Exit Old Gent., who alters his Will.

Grandpapa. "BUT FOR SEVENTY YEARS, MY CHILD, I HAVE FOUND THAT THE MODERATE USE OF THE GOOD THINGS OF THIS LIFE HAS DONE ME GOOD."

Young Hopeful Teetotaller. "ALL A MISTAKE, GRANDPA', TOTAL ABSTINENCE IS THE THING. LOOK AT ME! I'VE NOT TASTED WINE OR BEER FOR YEARS!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES Of HORSEKEEPING. — No. VIII. — A LITTLE BIT OF HUMBUG. — CHURCH AND STATE. — NOT TO BE PLAYED WITH. — BARRACK LIFE. — NORTH-EAST WIND, THERMOMETER SEVERAL INCHES BELOW FREEZING.

MR. BRIGGS'S PRESENT HORSE DOESN'T QUITE SUIT HIM, FOR, SOMEHOW, WHENEVER HE JUMPS, MR. B. IS SURE TO FALL OFF. HE TAKES HIM TO AN EMINENT DEALER, AND REMARKS CONFIDENTLY THAT HE IS FOR SALE, UPON WHICH THE DEALER SAYS: "HOW MUCH A POUND IF HE BUYS THE WHOLE OF HIM?"

Shoemaker. "I THINK, MUM, WE HAD BETTER MAKE A PAIR. YOU SEE, MUM, YOURS IS SUCH A REMARKABLY LONG AND NARRER FOOT!"

Groom. "THAT'S ANOTHER FAVOURITE OSS OF MASTER'S, SIR, AND A GOOD UN HE IS TOO, SIR, ONLY HE AIN'T VERY QUIET."

Mr. Green. "OH, HOW DO YOU MEAN—'NOT VERY QUIET?'"

Groom. "WHY, SIR, HE'D GET YOU UP IN A CORNER, AND KICK YER BRAINS OUT IN NO TIME. HE'S A'MOST KILLED TWO MEN ALREADY."

First Heavy Swell (lately absent). "WELL, 'GUS, MY BOY—HOW DID YOU KEEP IT UP HERE ON CHRISTMAS DAY?"

Second Do. "OH! IT WAS TERRIBLY SLOW—FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A SUNDAY WITHOUT 'BELL'S LIFE!'"

Brighton Boatman. "DID YOU WANT A PLEASURE BOAT THIS MORNING, SIR? NICE DAY FOR A ROW!!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. IX. — A PLAYFUL CREATURE. — THE MORNING AFTER THE DERBY. — A MAN ABOUT TOWN. — TASTE. — MR. VERDANT'S FIRST ATTEMPT AT BOOK-MAKING.

THE FROST GOES, AND MR. BRIGGS'S HORSE IS DISAGREEABLY FRESH AFTER HIS LONG REST. HE SETS UP HIS BACK AND SQUEAKS AND PLUNGES AT EVERYTHING HE MEETS.

Cabby. "DON'T BE ALARMED, SIR, IT'S ONLY HIS PLAY."

First Gent. "WELL, NED, HOW DID WE GET HOME LAST NIGHT?"

Second Gent. "OH, I DON'T KNOW! DIDN'T I GO HOME WITH YOU?"

"WHERE SHALL I SAY YOU'RE GONE TO, JIM, IF ANYONE CALLS?"

"OH, THE OLD SHOP—KENSINGTON GARDENS, TO HEAR THE BAND PLAY!"

"THAT'S A STUNNING PIN, FRANK!"

"YA-AS.—I'VE GOT A SET OF WAISTCOAT BUTTONS TO MATCH—LOOK JOLLY AT NIGHT—I ASSURE YAH!"

Verdant's Friend. "WELL—AS NEAR AS I CAN MAKE IT OUT—YOU MUST LOSE £150, AND MAY LOSE £300."

[VERDANT subsides into his Book.

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. I. — PLAIN SPEAKING. — FANCY DRESS BALL. — HOW TO DRESS A LOBSTER. — ADVICE GRATIS. — VERY PROPER DIET FOR HOT WEATHER.

PREMONITORY SYMPTOMS OF MR. BRIGGS'S HUNTING FEVER.

Maid. "IF YOU PLEASE, MA'AM, THERE'S A YOUTH IN THE PASSAGE AS WANTS TO KNOW IF THESE TOP BOOTS IS ALL RIGHT."

Amiable Young Lady No. 1. "PRETTY! OH, DEAR NO—DO YOU?"

Amiable Young Lady No. 2. "LAW! NOT AT ALL. BESIDES, HOW ABOMINABLY AFFECTED SHE IS!"

"SIR!—PLEASE, MR.!—SIR! YOU'VE FORGOT THE DOOR-KEY!"

Rude Boy. "OH, LOOK 'ERE, JIM!—IF 'ERE AIN'T A LOBSTER BIN AND OUTGROWED HIS CLOAK!"

Ellen. "OH, DON'T TEASE ME TO-DAY, CHARLEY; I'M NOT AT ALL WELL!"

Charley (a Man of the World). "I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, COUSIN—THE FACT IS, YOU ARE IN LOVE! NOW, YOU TAKE THE ADVICE OF A FELLOW WHO HAS SEEN A GOOD DEAL OF THAT SORT OF THING, AND DON'T GIVE WAY TO IT."

Mrs. Turtledove. "DEAREST ALFRED! WILL YOU DECIDE NOW WHAT WE SHALL HAVE FOR DINNER?"

Mr. Turtledove. "LET ME SEE, POPPET. WE HAD A WAFER YESTERDAY—SUPPOSE WE HAVE A ROAST BUTTERFLY TO-DAY?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. II. PREPARATIONS FOR HUNTING. — A FINE DISPOSITION. — THE PROBABLE EFFECT OF CHEAP FURNITURE HUMBUG. — A JOLLY DOG. — AN IMPUDENT MINX. — THE CHATELAINE; A REALLY USEFUL PRESENT.

MR BRIGGS'S HUNTING CAP COMES HOME, BUT THAT IS REALLY A THING MRS. BRIGGS CAN NOT AND WILL NOT PUT UP WITH.

Affectionate Husband. "COME, POLLY, IF I AM A LITTLE IRRITABLE, IT'S OVER IN A MINUTE!!"

"OH! IF YOU PLEASE, MISTER, ME AND THIS YOUNG AW-AW-INDIVIDUAL IS ABOUT TO MARRY; AND WE WANT TO LOOK OVER YOUR CHEAP FURNITURE MART."

"LOOK HERE, JAMES!—OLD MISSUS IS GONE OUT OF TOWN, AND I'VE GOT HER BEAST OF A DOG WOT'S FED UPON CHICKINGS TO TAKE CARE OF.—WON'T I TEACH HIM TO SWIM, NEETHER!"

Lady of the House. "HOITY TOITY, INDEED! GO AND PUT UP THOSE CURLS DIRECTLY, IF YOU PLEASE. HOW DARE YOU IMITATE ME IN THAT MANNER? IMPERTINENCE!"

Laura. "OH. LOOK, MA' DEAR; SEE WHAT A LOVE OF A CHATELAINE EDWARD HAS GIVEN ME."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. III. — COMPLIMENTARY. — THE GOLD FISH AT HAMPTON COURT. — LAYING THE DUST. — A SKETCH FROM NATURE, TAKEN NEAR THE FREEMASONS' TAVERN. — THE RISING GENERATION. — DISTWESSING—VEWY.

MR. BRIGGS, ON HIS WAY TO THE "METROPOLITAN STEEPLE CHASE," TRIES WHETHER HIS HORSE IS A GOOD ONE ACROSS COUNTRY. HE IS REPRESENTED RIDING AT A BROOK(!).

"'OLD 'ARD, BILL! HERE'S ANOTHER HIPPERPOTAMUS."

Old Gentleman. "GOOD GRACIOUS! IT'S STRIKING, AND THEY'LL HAVE BEGUN DINNER."

Juvenile Oxford Man (who does not think Vin Ordinaire of himself). "A—WERE YOU AT EITHER UNIVERSITY?"

Awful Swell. "YA-AS—WHEN I WAS A—BOY!" [OXFORD MAN departs in a Hansom.

X. 42. "DID YOU CALL THE POLICE, SIR?"

Swell (who would perish rather than disturb his shirt-collar). "YA-AS, A—I'VE HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO DWOP MY UMBRELLAW, AND THERE ISN'T A BOY WITHIN A MILE TO PICK IT UP—A—WILL YOU HAVE THE GOODNESS?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. IV. — INGENIOUS IDEA. — NO DOUBT. — EXCESSIVELY POLITE. — THE CONSCIENTIOUS STABLE-KEEPER.

MR. BRIGGS GOES OUT FOR A DAY'S HUNTING, AND HAS A GLORIOUS RUN OVER A SPLENDID COUNTRY.

ELEGANT MATERIAL FOR TROWSERS—ONLY TAKES TWO MEN TO SHOW THE PATTERN.

"NOW I DARE SAY, BILL, THAT AIR BEAST OF A DOG IS A GOOD DEAL MORE PETTED THAN YOU OR I SHOULD BE."

Well-bred Man. "YOUR HORSE SEEMS A LITTLE IMPATIENT, SIR! PRAY GO FIRST!"

Gent (who meditates a ride). "HALLO! WHY, CONFOUND IT, THAT'S MY SADDLE HORSE, ISN'T IT?"

Fly-Man. "YES, SIR! IT'S ALL RIGHT; MASTER SAYS YOU'RE WERRY PARTICULAR ABOUT 'AVIN OF 'IM EXERCISED REGULAR—SO WE PUTS 'IM INTO THE BROOM WHEN YOU AIN'T OUT A RIDIN'!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. V. — DIFFERENT OPINIONS. — SCENE—WESTMINSTER BRIDGE.—TIME, TWO ON A FOGGY MORNING. — FOREIGNER OF DISTINCTION GOING TO ENJOY "LE SPORT." — THE NEW HUNTER. — AFTER THE PANTOMIME. — TOO CIVIL BY HALF!

MR. BRIGGS PUTS HIS HORSE IN HARNESS, AND DRIVES A FEW FRIENDS QUIETLY DOWN TO THE DERBY.

Housebreaker. "WOT A SHAME FOR PEOPLE TO GO LEAVING COAL-SCUTTLES ABOUT FOR PEOPLE TO GO STUMBLING OVER!"

Reduced Tradesman (to a little party returning home). "DID YOU WANT TO BUY A GOOD RAZOR?"

"WELL, CHARLEY! HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR NEW PONY?"

"OH! PRETTY WELL, THANK YOU, UNCLE; ONLY I'M AFRAID HE'S HARDLY UP TO MY WEIGHT, AND HE RUSHES SO AT HIS FENCES."

Mary. "OH! HOW I SHOULD LIKE TO BE A BEAUTIFUL COLUMBINE, AND RIDE ABOUT IN A GOLD CAR DRAWN BY WHITE DOVES!"

Augustus. "AND HOW I SHOULD LIKE TO BE A HARLEQUIN, AND CHANGE WHOLE STREETS INTO REALMS OF DAZZLING DELIGHT!"

Tom (a rude Boy). "AND HOW I SHOULD LIKE TO BE THE OLD CLOWN, AND MAKE BUTTER SLIDES ON THE PAVEMENT TO UPSET OLD LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

English Cook. "OH, DEAR! HERE, JAMES, COME, AND TAKE THIS ROAST BEEF AND PLUM-PUDDING OUT OF THE WINDOW. IT HURTS THE FEELINGS OF THE FOREIGN GENTS AS THEY WALK BY!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. VI. — THAMES FISHING. — GOING TO COVER. — A SON AND HEIR.

ON HIS RETURN FROM THE RACES, HE ASSURES HIS MAN THAT HE'S A MOST "EKSHELLENT SERVANT"—THAT THE MARE NEVER CARRIED HIM BETTER. HE ALSO TELLS HIM TO MAKE THE MARE QUITE "COMF-ABLE," AND TO BE "VERY CAREF-L OF HISH CANDLE," BECAUSE THERE'S SO MUCH STRAW ABOUT!

Fisherman (to Old Gentleman). "THEY'RE A' BITIN' AWAY OVER 'ERE, SIR! JUST STEP ACROSS THAT THERE BIT O' WOOD, SIR, AND YOU'LL HAVE A CAPITAL PITCH, SIR!"

Old Gentleman. "ACROSS THAT BIT OF WOOD! DOES THE MAN THINK I'M A ROPE-DANCER?"

Voice in the distance. "NOW, THEN, SMITH—COME ALONG!"

Smith. "OH, IT'S ALL VERY WELL TO SAY, COME ALONG! WHEN HE WON'T MOVE A STEP; AND I'M AFRAID HE'S GOING TO LIE DOWN."

Son and Heir. "HOW MANY OF US ARE THERE? WHY, IF YOU COUNT THE GIRLS, THERE ARE SIX—BUT SOME PEOPLE DON'T COUNT THE GIRLS.—I'M ONE!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. VII. — LOVE ON THE OCEAN. — THE RISING GENERATION. — RELIGION À LA MODE. — STRANGE, BUT TRUE. — VERY ACUTE. — GLORIOUS NEWS.

MR. BRIGGS, NOT BEING GOOD AT HIS "FENCES," GOES THROUGH THE PERFORMANCE OF OPENING A GATE.

"'OH! IS THERE NOT SOMETHING, DEAR AUGUSTUS, TRULY SUBLIME IN THIS WARRING OF THE ELEMENTS?' BUT AUGUSTUS'S HEART WAS TOO FULL TO SPEAK."—MS. Novel by Lady * * *.

Juvenile. "UNCLE!"

Uncle. "NOW THEN, WHAT IS IT? THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU'VE WOKE ME UP, SIR!"

Juvenile. "OH! JUST PUT A FEW COALS ON THE FIRE, AND PASS THE WINE, THAT'S A GOOD OLD CHAP."

Housemaid. "I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, PARKER, I SHALL BE VERY GLAD WHEN MISSUS HAS GOT TIRED OF THIS PUSEY-USM. IT MAY BE THE FASHION; BUT WHAT WITH HER COMIN' HOME LATE FROM PARTIES, AND GETTING UP FOR EARLY SERVICE, AND THEN GOIN' TO BED AGAIN, WE POOR SARVINTS HAS DOUBLE WORK A'MOST."

Lady. "BY THE WAY, MR. TONGS, I HAVE USED THAT BOTTLE OF BALM OF CALIFORNIA, BUT I FIND MY HAIR STILL COMES OFF."

Mr. ——. "SO YOUR NAME IS CHARLEY, IS IT? NOW, CHARLEY DOESN'T KNOW WHO I AM?"

Sharp Little Boy. "OH, YES! BUT I DO, THOUGH."

Mr. ——. "WELL, WHO AM I?"

Sharp Little Boy. "WHY, YOU'RE THE GENTLEMAN THAT KISSED SISTER SOPHY IN THE LIBRARY, ON TWELFTH NIGHT, WHEN YOU THOUGHT NO ONE WAS THERE."

"WELL, RUGGLES, IT'S ALL RIGHT!"

"WHAT'S ALL RIGHT?"

"WHY! WE ARE TO HAVE MARIO AGAIN."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. VIII. MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER DAY WITH THE HOUNDS. — AN EYE TO BUSINESS. — NOT A DIFFICULT THING TO FORETELL. — FLOWERS OF THE FRENCH ARMY—PICKED AT PARIS. — NOT YET! — HIGHLY INTERESTING. — SOUND ADVICE.

MR. BRIGGS CAN'T BEAR FLYING LEAPS, SO HE MAKES FOR A GAP—WHICH IS IMMEDIATELY FILLED BY A FRANTIC PROTECTIONIST, WHO IS VOWING THAT HE WILL PITCHFORK MR. B. IF HE COMES "GALLOPERRAVERING" OVER HIS FENCES—DANG'D IF HE DOAN'T.

"LET THE POOR GIPSY TELL YOUR FORTUNE, MY PRETTY GENTLEMAN."

"SEEN THAT PARTY LATELY?"

"WHAT? THE PARTY WITH THE WOODEN LEG, AS COME WITH—"

"NO, NO—NOT THAT PARTY. THE PARTY, YOU KNOW, AS—"

"OH! AH! I KNOW THE PARTY YOU MEAN NOW."

"WELL, A PARTY TOLD ME AS HE CAN'T AGREE WITH THAT OTHER PARTY, AND HE SAYS THAT IF ANOTHER PARTY CAN'T BE FOUND TO MAKE IT ALL SQUARE, HE SHALL LOOK FOR A PARTY AS WILL." (And so on for half an hour.)

Master Tom. "HAVE A WEED, GRAN'PA?"

Gran'pa. "A WHAT! SIR?"

Master Tom. "A WEED!—A CIGAR, YOU KNOW."

Gran'pa. "CERTAINLY NOT, SIR. I NEVER SMOKED IN MY LIFE."

Master Tom. "AH! THEN I WOULDN'T ADVISE YOU TO BEGIN."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. IX. — AWFUL POSITION DURING A STORM. — DOG-DAYS! PLEASANT FOR JOHN THOMAS. — ALARMING. — TEMPUS EDAX RERUM. — A ROMANCE OF ROAST DUCKS.

MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER GLORIOUS DAY WITH THE HOUNDS, AND GETS THE BRUSH (FOR WHICH HE PAYS HALF-A-SOVEREIGN—ONLY DON'T TELL ANYBODY).

Old Lady. "JOHN THOMAS!"

John Thomas. "YES, MY LADY!"

Old Lady. "CARRY ESMERALDA—SHE'S GETTING TIRED, POOR DARLING!"

Hairdresser. "THEY SAY, SIR, THE CHOLERA'S IN THE HAIR, SIR!"

Gent. (very uneasy). "INDEED! AHEM! THEN I HOPE YOU ARE VERY PARTICULAR ABOUT THE BRUSHES YOU USE."

Hairdresser. "OH! I SEE YOU DON'T HUNDERSTAND ME, SIR. I DON'T MEAN THE 'AIR OF THE 'ED, BUT THE HAIR HOF THE HATMOSPHERE!"

"GOOD GRACIOUS! IS IT POSSIBLE?—NO! YES! NO!—YES! YES, BY JUPITER, IT'S A GREY HAIR IN MY FAVOURITE WHISKER!"

"MY DARLING, WILL YOU TAKE A LITTLE OF THE—A—THE STUFFING?"

"I WILL, DEAR, IF YOU DO; BUT IF YOU DON'T, I WON'T."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. X. — THE HONEYMOON.

IN ANSWER TO NUMEROUS INQUIRIES, WE ARE HAPPY TO SAY, THAT MR. BRIGGS IS QUITE WELL, AND AT BRIGHTON. HE IS TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY TO GIVE HIS FAMILY A FEW RIDING LESSONS. WE SHOULDN'T WONDER IF HE WENT OUT WITH THE HARRIERS IN A DAY OR TWO.

AUGUSTUS MAKES THE TEA FOR THE FIRST MONTH OF HIS MARRIAGE.

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. XI. MR. BRIGGS GOES OUT WITH THE BRIGHTON HARRIERS. — PRIVATE THEATRICALS. — TOWN AND COUNTRY. — AN IMPENDING DISASTER. — MORE FREE THAN WELCOME. — WALTONIANS. — FISHING OFF A WATERING PLACE. — A MAN OF FEELING. — THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS. — A FRAGMENT. — A FALSE POSITION. — THE NEW BONNET. — IN CAMP.—HOSPITALITY. — A GREAT MENTAL EFFORT. — COMING HOME. — OH! THE CURTAINS. — DISTRACTION. — A VERY VULGAR SUBJECT. — A DELICIOUS SAIL—OFF DOVER. — THE ROUND HAT, LADEN WITH NOVELS, IN A STORM. — SNOW-FLAKES. —No. 1. — SNOW-FLAKES. —No. 2. — SNOW-FLAKES. —No. 3. — THE BIRTHDAY. — DIVISION OF LABOUR. — A HARD RIDER. — BON-BON FROM A JUVENILE PARTY. — KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. — HOW TO MAKE A CHATELAINE A REAL BLESSING TO MOTHERS. — THE PIKE IS A VORACIOUS FISH, AND BITES VERY READILY IN THE WINTER MONTHS. — A NICE GAME AT BILLIARDS. — VERY FINE GENTLEMEN. — PLEASANT! — A TIGHT FIT. — A PUZZLING ORDER.

HE HAS A CAPITAL DAY. THE ONLY DRAWBACK IS, THAT HE IS OBLIGED TO LEAD HIS HORSE UP HILL TO EASE HIM, AND DOWN HILL BECAUSE HE IS AFRAID OF GOING OVER HIS HEAD—SO THAT HE DOESN'T GET QUITE SO MUCH HORSE EXERCISE AS HE COULD WISH!

DISMAY OF MR. JAMES JESSAMMY ON BEING TOLD THAT HE WILL SPOIL THE WHOLE THING IF HE DOESN'T SHAVE OFF HIS WHISKERS.

Country Footman meekly inquires of London Footman. "PRAY, SIR, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF OUR TOWN? A NICE PLACE, AIN'T IT?"

London Footman (condescendingly). "VELL, JOSEPH, I LIKES YOUR TOWN WELL ENOUGH. IT'S CLEAN; YOUR STREETS ARE HAIRY; AND YOU'VE LOTS OF REWINS. BUT I DON'T LIKE YOUR CHAMPAGNE; ITS ALL GEWSBERRY."

Boy. "OH! IF YOU PLEASE'M—COOK'S VERY SORRY'M—BUT COULD SHE SPEAK TO YOU A MOMENT?"

Scene—The Kitchen.

Cook. "WHO WAS THAT AT THE DOOR, MARY?"

Mary. "OH! SUCH A NICE-SPOKEN GENTLEMAN WITH MOUSTARCHERS. HE'S A WRITIN' A LETTER IN THE DRAWING-ROOM. HE SAYS HE'S A OLD SCHOOL-FELLER OF MASTER'S, JUST COME FROM INGIA."

Scene—The Hall.

THE NICE-SPOKEN GENTLEMAN IS SEEN DEPARTING WITH WHAT GREAT-COATS AND OTHER TRIFLES HE MAY HAVE LAID HIS HANDS UPON.

Scene.—Room in Country House.—Breakfast-Table.

Master Tom. "OH, ROBERT!"

Robert. "YES, SIR!"

Master Tom. "OH, I SAY, ROBERT! THE LADIES WANT ME TO TAKE 'EM OUT FISHING TO-DAY. SO JUST TELL YOUNG EVANS I SHALL WANT HIM TO GO WITH ME TO GET SOME WASP GRUBS; AND—LOOK HERE! TELL THE GARDENER HE MUST GET ME SOME LARGE LOBWORMS DIRECTLY, AND A FEW SMALL FROGS, AS PERHAPS WE SHALL TRY FOR A JACK. AND—HI! ROBERT, TELL HIM TO SEND 'EM IN HERE, THAT I MAY SEE WHETHER THEY'RE THE RIGHT SORT!"

[General Exclamation of "Nasty Monkey!" from the Ladies. Old Gentleman being rather deaf, wishes MASTER TOM'S remarks repeated.

PERHAPS THE JOLLIEST THING IN THE WORLD(!)

Gentleman. "OH, CERTAINLY! YOU CAN GO, OF COURSE; BUT, AS YOU HAVE BEEN WITH ME FOR NINE YEARS, I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW THE REASON."

Thomas. "WHY, SIR, ITS MY FEELINS. YOU USED ALWAYS TO READ PRAYERS, SIR, YOURSELF—AND SINCE MISS WILKINS HAS BEEN HERE, SHE'S BIN A-READING OF 'EM. NOW, I CAN'T BEMEAN MYSELF BY SAYIN' 'AMEN' TO A GUV'NESS."

Serious Flunkey. "I SHOULD REQUIRE, MADAM, FORTY POUNDS A YEAR, TWO SUITS OF CLOTHES, TWO 'ATS, MEAT AND HALE THREE TIMES A DAY, AND PIETY HINDISPENSABLE."

"AND WILL YOU ALWAYS—ALWAYS, DEAREST ALBERIC, LOVE ME THUS?" SAID CONSTANCE.

"EVER, WHILE THIS HEART BEATS WITH LIFE!" PASSIONATELY EXCLAIMED ALBERIC.

"THEN COULD YOU LEND ME FIVE POUNDS?" MURMURED THE LADY; "FOR REALLY THINGS ARE SO BAD IN THE CITY, THAT I," &C., &C., &C.

Individual (who is not over strong in his head, or firm on his legs). "D-D-D-D-ID WALTZING—EVER—MAKE—YOU—GIDDY? BECAUSE, I—SHALL—BE—HAPPY—TO—SIT—DOWN—WHENEVER—YOU'RE—TIRED!"

Girl (who is in high dancing condition). "OH, DEAR NO—I COULD WALTZ ALL NIGHT!"

Frederick. "THERE NOW, HOW VERY PROVOKING! I'VE LEFT THE PRAYER-BOOKS AT HOME!"

Maria. "WELL, DEAR, NEVER MIND; BUT DO TELL ME, IS MY BONNET STRAIGHT?"

Officer. "WELL, BUT LOOK HERE, OLD FELLOW; WHY NOT STOP ALL NIGHT?"

First Cock Sparrow. "WHAT A MIWACKULOUS TYE, FWANK! HOW THE DOOSE DO YOU MANAGE IT?"

Second Cock Sparrow. "YAS. I FANCY IT IS RATHER GRAND; BUT THEN, YOU SEE, I GIVE THE WHOLE OF MY MIND TO IT."

Old Party (who is taking care of the house). "OH, YES, SIR. YOU'LL FIND THE ROOM NICE AN' CLEAN—AN' I'M SURE THE BED'S HAIRED—FOR I'VE BIN AN' SLEP IN IT MY OWN SELF HEVERY NIGHT."

Objectionable Child. "LOR, PA! ARE YOU GOING TO SMOKE? MY EYE! WON'T YOU CATCH IT WHEN MA COMES HOME, FOR MAKING THE CURTAINS SMELL!"

Wife of your Bussum. "OH, I DON'T WANT TO INTERRUPT YOU, DEAR. I ONLY WANT SOME MONEY FOR BABY'S SOCKS—AND TO KNOW WHETHER YOU WILL HAVE THE MUTTON COLD OR HASHED."

William. "HERE'S WISHIN' YOU GOOD 'EALTH, JIM, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

James. "THANK'YE, BILL, THANK'YE. I HAD OUGHT TO BE A HAPPY COVE—FOR I'VE GOT A WIFE AS CAN THRASH ANY MAN OF HER WEIGHT—AND I'VE GOT A CHILD OF TWO YEARS AND A ARF AS CAN EAT TWO POUNDS O' BEEFSTEAK AT A SITTING—LET ALONE OWNIN' THE SMALLEST BLACK AND TAN TERRIER IN THE WORLD!"

Old Lady. "GOODNESS GRACIOUS, MR. BOATMAN! WHAT'S THAT?"

Stolid Boatman. "THAT, MUM! NUTHUN, MUM. ONLY THE ARTILLERY A PRAC-TI-SIN', AND THAT'S ONE O' THE CANNON-BALLS WHAT'S JUST STRUCK THE WATER!!"

Ancient Mariner. "HOLD ON A BIT, MISS—I'LL TOW YOU OFF—YOU SHOULD NEVER CARRY SO MUCH SAIL IN A SOU-WESTER!"

Street Boy (to his natural enemy, the Policeman). "SNOWBALLS, SIR! NO, SIR! I HAVEN'T SEEN NO ONE THROW NO SNOWBALLS, SIR!"

Street Boy. "HOH! SOOSANNER! DON'T YER CRY FOR ME! FOL DE ROL DE RIDDLE LOL! HERE'S A JOLLY SLIDE! CUT AWAY, YOUNG 'UN! IT'S ALL SERENE!"

Playful Youth. "PLEASE, SIR, I WASN'T A HEAVIN' AT YOU—I WAS HEAVIN' AT BILLY JONES."

Cousin Emily. "AND SO IT'S LITTLE ALFRED'S BIRTHDAY TO-MORROW. NOW, WHAT WOULD HE LIKE BEST FOR A PRESENT?"

Alfred (after much reflection). "WHY, I THINK I SHOULD LIKE A—I SHOULD LIKE A TESTAMENT—AND—A—A—AND—OH, I KNOW! I SHOULD LIKE A SQUIRT!!"

Sportsman (in Standing Beans). "WHERE TO NOW, JACK?"

Jack. "WELL! LET'S SEE! I SHOULD JUST GO UP THE BEANS AGAIN, AND ACROSS THE TOP END, BEAT DOWN THE OTHER SIDE AND ROUND BY THE BOTTOM; WHILE YOU'RE THERE, GET OVER AND TRY OLD HAYCOCK'S STANDING OATS—HE WON'T MIND—I'LL STOP HERE AND MARK!"

Man on the Grey (who comes Express pace over the Stile, and cannons against two quiet riders). "BEG PARDON, GENTLEMEN, BUT MY HORSE HAS GOT NO MOUTH!"

Doctor. "AHEM! WELL! AND WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH MY YOUNG FRIEND ADOLPHUS?"

Fond Mother. "WHY, HE'S NOT AT ALL THE THING, DOCTOR. HE WAS AT A JUVENILE PARTY LAST NIGHT, WHERE THERE WAS A TWELFTH CAKE; AND IT PAINS ME TO SAY, THAT BESIDES EATING A GREAT DEAL TOO MUCH OF THE CAKE, HE WAS IMPRUDENT ENOUGH TO EAT A HARLEQUIN AND A MAN ON HORSEBACK, AND, I AM SORRY TO ADD, A CUPID AND A BIRDCAGE FROM THE TOP OF IT!"

Tom. "JACK! WHEREABOUTS IS AMSTID—AM?"

Jack. "WELL, I CAN'T SAY EXACKERLY, BUT I KNOW IT'S SOMEWHERE NEAR AMSTID-EATH!"

OLD GENTLEMAN IS VERY FOND OF FISHING!!

Pretty Cousin. "LET ME SEE, FREDERICK, I'M JUST EIGHTEEN TO YOUR LOVE?"

Frederick (who is always so ridiculous). "THAT IS PRECISELY THE STATE OF THE CASE, MY DEAREST GEORGINA."

Mamma (with severity). "COME, LUNCHEON IS QUITE READY."

Master of the House. "NOW, PRAY WHAT IS IT YOU COMPLAIN OF? IS NOT A ROAST LEG OF MUTTON, WITH PLENTY OF PUDDING, VEGETABLES, AND BEER, A SUBSTANTIAL DINNER ENOUGH FOR YOU?"

Flunkey. "OH! SUBSTANTIAL ENOUGH, NO DOUBT, SIR; BUT IT REALLY IS A QUIZZEEN THAT—AW—ME AND THE OTHER GENTLEMEN HAS NOT BIN ACCUSTOMED TO. ITS VERY CORSE—VERY CORSE, INDEED, SIR!!"

Nervous Gentleman. "DON'T YOU THINK, ROBERT, GOING SO FAST DOWN HILL IS VERY LIKELY TO MAKE THE HORSE FALL?"

Robert. "LOR BLESS YER—NO, SIR! I NEVER THROWED A OSS DOWN IN MY LIFE, 'XCEPT ONCE, AND THAT WAS ONE FROSTY MOONLIGHT NIGHT (JUST SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS IT WAS), AS I WAS A-DRIVIN' A GENT (AS MIGHT BE YOU) FROM THE STATION, WHEN I THROWED DOWN THIS WERRY OSS IN THIS WERRY IDENTICAL PLACE."

"YOUR BATH IS QUITE READY, MA'AM."

"WELL BUT MY GOOD GIRL, I CAN'T GET INTO SUCH A BIT OF A THING AS THAT!"

"I'LL TROUBLE YOU TO MEASURE ME FOR A NEW PAIR OF BOOTS."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. — No. XII. — NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS (?) — A SUGGESTION. — VALUABLE HINT. — AN ARTFUL EXCUSE.

MR. BRIGGS, STIMULATED BY THE ACCOUNTS IN THE NEWSPAPERS OF THE DARING FEAT OF HORSEMANSHIP AT AYLESBURY, AND EXCITED BY MR. HAYCOCK'S CLARET, TRIES WHETHER HE ALSO CAN RIDE OVER A DINING-ROOM TABLE.

First Old Foozle. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE THE PAPER, SIR? THERE'S NOTHING IN IT."

Second Old Foozle. "THEN WHAT THE DEVIL DID YOU KEEP IT SO LONG FOR?"

Driver. "WHERE DID THE OLD GENT WANT TO GO TO, BILL?"

Conductor. "VY, HE WANTED TO GO TO BLACKWALL IN A QUARTER OF AN HOUR."

Driver. "OH! DID HE? THEN HE'D BETTER ORDER A BALLOON!!!"

ALWAYS BOLT THE DOOR OF YOUR MACHINE AFTER BATHING, OR YOU MAY BE SERVED AS POOR MR. BRIGGS WAS ONE DAY. HIS DISASTER IS REPRESENTED ABOVE.

Servant Maid. "IF YOU PLEASE, MEM. COULD I GO OUT FOR HALF-AN-HOUR TO BUY A BIT OF RIBBIN, MEM?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING — No. XIII. — A SKETCH OF CHARACTER BY PROFESSOR MILKANSOP, THE CELEBRATED GRAPHIOLOGIST. — AN INGENIOUS FELLOW. — A WEIGHTY MATTER. — OUR YOUNG PEOPLE. — A PERSONAL OPINION. — LITTLE WOMEN.

MR. BRIGGS HAS GONE TO THE EXHIBITION.—A BOY HOLDS HIS HORSE IN THE MEANTIME.

Gentleman (reads). "'INTELLIGENT; STRONG RELIGIOUS FEELINGS; FOND OF LITTLE CHILDREN; LOVES MUSIC, POETRY, AND THE FINE ARTS; IS RELUCTANT TO TAKE OFFENCE, GENEROUS AND FORGIVING.'—WELL, I'M BLOWED, IF THAT AIN'T WONDERFUL! WHY, ITS MY KARACTER TO A T!"

"LOOK HERE, MY BOY! THE BOX MAKES A CAPITAL TABLE, AND THE BOOT IS JUST THE THING FOR YOUR LEGS."

[Pocket-book disappears.

Cavalry Officer (who rides about five stone). "I'M DOOCED GLAD WE'RE IN THE HEAVIES; AIN'T YOU, CHARLEY? IT WOULD BE A HORRID BORE TO BE SENT OUT TO THE CAPE LIKE THOSE POOR LIGHT BOBS."

Juvenile. "I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, GOVERNOR, THE SOONER WE COME TO SOME UNDERSTANDING THE BETTER. YOU CAN'T EXPECT A YOUNG FELLER TO BE ALWAYS AT HOME; AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE THE WAY I GO ON, WHY I MUST HAVE CHAMBERS, AND SO MUCH A-WEEK?"

Elderly Spinster. "SO, YOU'RE GOING TO BE MARRIED, DEAR, ARE YOU? WELL, FOR MY PART, I THINK NINE-HUNDRED-AND-NINETY-NINE MARRIAGES OUT OF A THOUSAND TURN OUT MISERABLY; BUT OF COURSE EVERY ONE IS THE BEST JUDGE OF THEIR OWN FEELINGS."

First Matron. "HAS YOUR DOLL HAD THE MEASLES, AMELIA? MINE HAS—"

Second Matron. "NO, DEAR, BUT IT'S BEEN VERY FRACTIOUS ABOUT ITS TEETH, AND I'M GOING TO GIVE IT A LITTLE GREY POWDER."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. 1. OUR FRIEND BRIGGS CONTEMPLATES A DAY'S FISHING. — A GROSS OFFENCE. — CAUGHT. — STREET DIALOGUE. — A PRUDENT RESOLVE. — USED UP.

Flunkey. "HOW DARE YOU BRING ME A STEEL FORK, SIR!"

Domestic (soliloquising). "WELL! I'M SURE MISSUS HAD BETTER GIVE THIS NEW BONNET TO ME, INSTEAD OF STICKING SUCH A YOUNG-LOOKING THING UPON HER OLD SHOULDERS."

(The impudent minx has immediate warning)

First Boy. "I'LL PUNCH YER ED, IF YER SAY MUCH."

Second Boy. "WHO'LL PUNCH MY ED?"—First Boy. "I WILL."

Second Boy. "YOU WILL?"—First Boy. "YES, I WILL."

Second Boy. "WELL!—DO IT."—First Boy. "AH!"

Second Boy. "YES!"—First Boy. "OH!"

[Boys evaporate.

'Ousemaid. "WELL, MR. ROBERT, I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE OFF TO THE DIGGINGS ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE GENTLEMEN?"

Flunkey. "NOT IF I KNOWS IT, MARY, MY DEAR. I AIN'T BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO FIZZICAL EXERTION; AND I DON'T INTEND TO BEGIN HARD WORK AT MY TIME OF LIFE."

Grandmamma. "WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH MY PET?"

Child. "WHY, GRANDMA, AFTER GIVING THE SUBJECT EVERY CONSIDERATION, I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT—THE WORLD IS HOLLOW, AND MY DOLL IS STUFFED WITH SAWDUST. SO—I—SHOULD—LIKE—IF YOU PLEASE, TO BE A NUN!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. II. MR. BRIGGS STARTS ON HIS FISHING EXCURSION. — No. III. — ENERGETIC. — HUNTING MEMORANDUM—APPEARANCE OF THINGS IN GENERAL TO A GENTLEMAN WHO HAS JUST TURNED A COMPLETE SOMERSAULT!! — MANNERS MAKE THE MAN. — MUCH TOO CLEVER.

MR. B WON'T HAVE A MAN WITH HIM, AS HE THINKS HE CAN MANAGE A PUNT BY HIMSELF; AND THE CONSEQUENCE IS, HE IS OBLIGED TO GO TO BED WHILE HIS THINGS ARE DRIED, HAVING UPSET HIMSELF, AS A MATTER OF COURSE.

"HI!—THERE!—STOP!"

* &C. &C. REPRESENT SPARKS OF DIVERS BEAUTIFUL COLOURS

Omnibus Driver. "I BEG YOU A THOUSAND PARDONS, I AM SURE."

Cabman. "OH, PRAY DON'T MENTION IT. ITS OF NO CONSEQUENCE, BELIEVE ME!"

Sharp (but vulgar Little Boy). "HALLO, MISSUS, WOT ARE THOSE?"

Old Woman. "TWOPENCE."

Boy. "WHAT A LIE! THEY'RE APPLES."

[Exit, whistling popular air.

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. IV. — No. V. — RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE.—A LITTLE COMMISSION. — ANGLING IN THE SERPENTINE.—SATURDAY, P.M. — SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.—(FROM OUR OWN CORRESPONDENT.)

MR. BRIGGS TRIES (FOR MANY HOURS) A LIKELY PLACE FOR A PERCH; BUT UPON THIS OCCASION THE WIND IS NOT IN A FAVOURABLE QUARTER.

MINNOW CAUGHT BY MR. BRIGGS; EXACT SIZE OF LIFE.

"IF YOU PLEASE, SIR,—MRS. GENERAL SLOWCOACH'S COMPLIMENTS, AND SHE SAYS IF YOU'RE GOING BY THE TRAIN THIS MORNING, SHE WOULD FEEL PERTICKLER OBLIGED BY YOUR TAKING CHARGE OF THIS LITTLE CASK OF SEA-WATER AS FAR AS HER 'OUSE."

Piscator No. 1. "HAD EVER A BITE, JIM?" Piscator No. 2. "NOT YET—I ONLY COME HERE LAST WEDNESDAY!"

"THE COUNTRY IS AWFULLY DEEP, BUT THE FALLING IS DELIGHTFULLY SOFT AND SAFE."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. VI. MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER DAY'S FISHING. — AN UNDESIGNED INCIDENT. — NO PLACE LIKE HOME. — THE GENTLE CRAFT.

HE IS SO FORTUNATE AS TO CATCH A LARGE EEL.

"HOW COOL AND NICE THE FRENCH-POLISHED FLOORS ARE,—BUT—UGH!—OH DEAR!—HOW HARD!"

PATERFAMILIAS PREFERS HIS OWN BEDROOM (WHICH THE WHITEWASHERS HAVE JUST LEFT) TO THE DISCOMFORT OF AN HOTEL.

Contemplative Man (in punt). "I DON'T SO MUCH CARE ABOUT THE SPORT. IT'S THE DELICIOUS REPOSE I ENJOY SO."

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. VII. TRIUMPHANT SUCCESS OF MR. BRIGGS. — SPLENDID DAY WITH THE "QUEEN'S." — DREADFUL CRISIS. — FOX STEALS AWAY FROM THE COVER; BEARDED FOREIGNER OF DISTINCTION IMMEDIATELY GIVES CHASE. — THE PIC-NIC.

SOMEHOW OR OTHER (ASSISTED BY HIS LITTLE BOY WALTER), HE CATCHES A JACK, WHICH, TO USE MR. B.'S OWN WORDS, FLIES AT HIM, AND BARKS LIKE A DOG.

First Sporting Snob. "WELL, BILL, WHAT SORT OF A DAY HAVE YER HAD?"

Second Ditto. "OH, MAGNIFICENT, MY BOY! I SEE THE 'OUNDS SEVERAL TIMES; AND NONE OF YER NASTY 'EDGES AN' DITCHES, EITHER; BUT A PRIME TURNPIKE ROAD ALL THE WAY."

Victim. "HOPE YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED, SIR; BUT I SHOULD BE VERY GLAD IF YOU COULD SETTLE MY LITTLE BILL UP TO CHRISTMAS."

Mr. Dunup. "OFFENDED, MY DEAR BOY! NOT IN THE LEAST. BUT THE FACT IS, I HAVE 'SUSPENDED CASH PAYMENTS' FOR SOME TIME."

Whipper-in (with excitement, loquitur). "'OLD 'ARD, THERE! 'OLD 'ARD! WHERE ARE YOU A-GALLOPING TO? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN CATCH A FOX?"

Foreigner of Distinction (with great glee). "I DO NOT KNOW, MON AMI; BUT I WILL TRAI—I WILL TRAI!"

Contented Man (loq.). "WHAT A NICE DAMP PLACE WE HAVE SECURED; AND HOW VERY FORTUNATE WE ARE IN THE WEATHER; IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO PROVOKING FOR US ALL TO HAVE BROUGHT OUR UMBRELLAS AND THEN TO HAVE HAD A FINE DAY!! GLASS OF WINE, BRIGGS, EH?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING. — No. VIII. — No. IX. — MEN OF EXPERIENCE. — QUITE UNNECESSARY. — NOT VERY LIKELY. — EVERY LITTLE HELPS.

MR. BRIGGS, ANXIOUS TO BECOME A "COMPLETE ANGLER," STUDIES THE "GENTLE ART" OF FLY-FISHING.

MR. B. GOES OUT. HIS CHIEF DIFFICULTY IS, THAT EVERY TIME HE THROWS HIS LINE—THE HOOKS (OF WHICH THERE ARE FIVE) WILL STICK BEHIND IN HIS JACKET AND TR-WS-RS.

Tom. "AH, BILL! I'M QUITE TIRED OF THE DISSIPATION OF THE GAY AND FASHIONABLE WORLD. I THINK I SHALL MARRY AND SETTLE."

Bill. "WELL, I'M DEVILISH SICK OF A BACHELOR'S LIFE MYSELF, BUT I DON'T LIKE THE IDEA OF THROWING MYSELF AWAY IN A HURRY."

Juvenile. "OH, CHARLEY. IF YOU HEAR A REPORT THAT I'M GOING TO BE MARRIED TO THAT GIRL IN BLACK, YOU CAN CONTRADICT IT. THERE'S NOTHING IN IT."

Mistress. "WELL, I'M SURE! AND PRAY WHO IS THAT?"

Cook. "OH, IF YOU PLEASE'M, IT'S ONLY MY COUSIN WHO HAS CALLED JUST TO SHOW ME HOW TO BOIL A POTATO."

I SAY, TOMMY, COME AND SHOVE. HERE'S THE POOR 'ORSE CAN'T GET THE WAGGIN UP!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. I. — No. II. — THE RISING GENERATION. — WHEN IT IS DELIGHTFUL TO LOSE A BET. — REWARD OF MERIT. — CRUEL.

MR. BRIGGS THINKS OF RUNNING DOWN THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW TO HIS FRIEND HAYCOCK FOR A DAY'S SHOOTING, AND HAS BORROWED A DOG TO GO WITH HIM. FOR THE NINTH TIME DURING THE NIGHT HE HAS BEEN DISTURBED BY THE HOWLING OF THE ANIMAL.

MR. BRIGGS NO SOONER RETURNS TO HIS BED, THAN MRS. BRIGGS SAYS, "MY DEAR! THERE'S THAT NASTY, TIRESOME DOG AGAIN!!"

Eton Boy (loq.). "COME, GOVERNOR! JUST ONE TOAST, 'THE LADIES!'"

Grace. "TEDDINGTON FIRST?—THEN THAT WILL MAKE FOUR DOZEN AND A HALF. REMEMBER, SIXES! TWO DOZEN WHITE, AND THE REST PALE DRAB AND LAVENDER."

Ragged Urchin. "PLEASE, GIVE DAD A SHORT PIPE."

Barman. "CAN'T DO IT. DON'T KNOW HIM."

Ragged Urchin. "WHY, HE GETS DRUNK HERE EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT."

Barman. "OH! DOES HE, MY LITTLE DEAR? THEN 'ERES A NICE LONG 'UN, WITH A BIT OF WAX AT THE END."

"REMEMBER THE STEWARD, SIR, IF YOU PLEASE."

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES Of SHOOTING. — No. III. — THE STARVED-OUT ALDERMAN. — No. IV. — AN OCEAN SWELL. — AN EXCLUSIVE. — ELEGANT HABIT. — PITY IS AKIN TO LOVE. — AN OMNIBUS INCIDENT.

9 A.M., HIS ARRIVAL ON THE MOOR. MR. BRIGGS SAYS THAT THE FINE BRACING AIR MAKES HIM SO VIGOROUS THAT HE SHALL NEVER BE BEAT. HE ALSO FACETIOUSLY REMARKS THAT HE IS ON "HIS NATIVE HEATH," AND THAT HIS "NAME IS MACGREGOR!"

DREADFUL CASE OF DESTITUTION.

11 A.M. MR. BRIGGS BEGINS TO SHOW SYMPTOMS OF DISTRESS. HE FINDS HIS "NATIVE HEATH" A VERY DIFFERENT THING TO HIS "NATIVE FLAGSTONES."

THE DELIGHTFUL PROCESS OF DRESSING IN A BATHING-MACHINE.

Enter Small Swell (who drawls as follows). "A—BROWN, A—WANT SOME MORE COATS!"

Snip. "YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. HOW MANY WOULD YOU PLEASE TO WANT?"

Small Swell. "A—LET ME SEE; A'LL HAVE EIGHT. A—NO, A'LL HAVE NINE; LOOK HERE! A—SHALL WANT SOME TROWSERS."

Snip. "YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. HOW MANY WOULD YOU LIKE?"

Small Swell. "A—I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY. S'POSE WE SAY TWENTY-FOUR PAIRS; AND LOOK HERE! SHOW ME SOME PATTERNS THAT WON'T BE WORN BY ANY SNOBS!"

Mamma. "MY DEAR FREDERICK, DO PRAY TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS!"

Frederick. "COULDN'T DO IT, MAMMA, DEAR; ALL OUR MEN AT CAMBRIDGE WEAR THEIR HANDS IN THEIR POCKETS, AND I COULDN'T DISGRACE MY COLLEGE BY TAKING MINE OUT!!"

Boy (loq.). "O DON'T I PITY THEM POOR NOBS IN CARRIDGES THIS HOT WEATHER!"

Man (thrusting his hand into the window). "WILL YOU BUY A PENKNIFE WITH A HUNDRED BLADES, SIR?"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. V. — ANALOGY. — JOHN THOMAS MISPLACED. — NOTHING LIKE PRUDENCE. — HOUSEMAIDS REFUSING SERVICE IN BELGRAVIA.

12 A.M. TOTAL PROSTRATION OF MR. BRIGGS.

Sporting Man (loquitur). "I SAY, CHARLES—THAT'S A PROMISING LITTLE FILLY ALONG O' THAT BAY-HAIRED WOMAN WHO'S TALKING TO THE BLACK-COB-LOOKING MAN!"

Lady. "YOU WISH TO LEAVE—REALLY IT'S VERY INCONVENIENT. PRAY—HAVE YOU ANY REASON TO BE DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR PLACE?"

Flunkey. "OH, DEAR NO, MA'AM—NOT DISSATISFIED EXACTLY: BUT—A—THE FACT IS, MA'AM, YOU DON'T KEEP NO VEHICLE, AND I FIND I MISS MY CARRIAGE EXERCISE."

Maria (loq.). "MY DEAR CHARLES, BEFORE WE THINK OF MARRYING, I MUST ASK YOU WHAT YOU HAVE?"

Charles. "MY DEAR MARIA, I WILL TELL YOU FRANKLY THAT ALL I HAVE IN THE WORLD IS A DRUM AND A CRICKET BAT; BUT PAPA HAS PROMISED ME A BOW AND ARROWS, AND A PONY, IF I'M A GOOD BOY."

Maria. "OH! MY DEAR CHARLES, WE COULD NEVER LIVE AND KEEP HOUSE UPON THAT!"

Lady Emily. "NOW DEAR, I WISH YOU WOULD BE QUICK, AND LIGHT THE FIRES, AND HELP ME TO MAKE THE BEDS."

[The Barracks being removed from Knightsbridge. Young Ladies do the Housework.

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. VI. — GRANDMAMMA IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE GIVEN MASTER TOM SOME PLUMS. — MAKING THE BEST OF IT. — HORRIBLE INCIDENT IN REAL LIFE. — RATHER SEVERE. — A FAULTY MIRROR.

MR. BRIGGS IS OFF AGAIN SHOOTING.

Master Tom. "NOW, THEN, GRANNY, I'VE EATEN THE PLUMS, AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME SIXPENCE, I'LL SWALLOW THE STONES!"

AS THE SERVANTS ARE GONE TO BED, THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE ENDEAVOURS TO GET A LITTLE BIT OF SUPPER FOR HIMSELF. HE CAN'T CONCEIVE WHERE THE DEUCE THE THINGS ARE ALL KEPT; AND HE IS ALMOST TORN TO PIECES BY THE BLACK NATIVES OF THE KITCHEN.

"SHALL I 'OLD YOUR 'ORSE, SIR?"

"LOR! WHAT A MOST ABOMINABLE GLASS.—I DECLARE IT MAKES ONE LOOK A PERFECT FRIGHT!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. VII. — GRAND SHOW OF PRIZE VEGETARIANS. — CONSOLATION. — BOTTOM FISHING.

FORTUNATELY FOR MR. BRIGGS (WHO WILL LOAD HIS OWN GUN BECAUSE THEN HE KNOWS WHAT HE IS ABOUT) THE KEEPER DISCOVERS THAT HE HAS PUT ABOUT THREE-QUARTERS OF A POUND OF SHOT INTO HIS RIGHT-HAND BARREL.

"NOT KITCHED NONE! AH! SIR, YOU SHOULD HA' BIN HERE LAST TOOSDAY; THERE WAS TOO GENTS KILLED A UNCOMMON SIGHT A' FISH TO BE SURE, THEN."

Piscator No. 1. (miserably). "NOW, TOM, DO LEAVE OFF. IT ISN'T OF ANY USE; AND IT'S GETTING QUITE DARK."

Piscator No. 2. "LEAVE OFF!! WHAT A PRECIOUS DISAGREEABLE CHAP YOU ARE. YOU COME OUT FOR A DAY'S PLEASURE AND YOU'RE ALWAYS A-WANTING TO GO HOME!"

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. VIII. — A CAUTION TO LITTLE BOYS AT A FESTIVE SEASON. — A PRIVATE OPINION. — PLEASANT. — A REAL DIFFICULTY. — BIT FROM THE MINING DISTRICTS. — ANOTHER BIT FROM THE MINING DISTRICTS. — UP TO WEIGHT. — WHY, INDEED? — VERY CONSIDERATE. — CHANGING THE SUBJECT. — MEETING HIM HALF WAY. — MEN OF THE WORLD. — PATERFAMILIAS MAKES HIMSELF INDEPENDENT OF HOTELS. — THE BRITON ABROAD. — THE GARRET AND THE CONSERVATORY. — A THOROUGH GOOD COOK — DOMESTIC SANITARY REGULATIONS. — A MOST ALARMING SWELLING! — INFORMATION. — SELF-ESTEEM. — GROSS INSULT. — CANDID. — DE GUS-TIBUS. — AN ENTHUSIASTIC FISHERMAN. — MELANCHOLY REVERSE OF FORTUNE. — A COUNTRY BALL. — A FACT. — RATHER AWKWARD FOR TOMKINS. — AGRICULTURAL DISTRESS. — PROFESSOR BUCKWHEAT IMPRESSING THE AGRICULTURAL MIND. — GOING "OUT" TO AN "AT HOME." — TERRIBLE DOMESTIC INCIDENT. — FILLING UP THE CENSUS PAPER. — A SPORTING CHARACTER. — OUR FOREIGN VISITORS. — TRUE RESPECTABILITY. — THE OPERA. — SEASONABLE QUESTION. — A BRITISH RUFFIAN. — TURFITES. — UNSEASONABLE SPORT. — A YOUNG GENTLEMAN AND SCHOLAR. — " THAT IS THE QUESTION. " — ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT. — EASY SHAVING. — ARITHMETIC IN THE UNIVERSITY. — STARTLING EFFECT OF THE "GOLD DIGGINS." — A TEST OF STRENGTH. — ELEGANT AND RATIONAL DINNER COSTUME FOR CLOSE WEATHER. — HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? — A HEAVY BLOW. — OYSTERS IN JUNE—DELICIOUS! — A PRODIGIOUS NUISANCE. — ALARMING RESULT! — HOW TO MAKE CULPRITS COMFORTABLE; OR, HINTS FOR PRISON DISCIPLINE. — SAILORS ON SHORE CAROUSING—AS IT WILL BE WHEN THE GROG IS STOPPED. — SUBURBAN FELICITY. GRATIFYING DOMESTIC (POULTRY) INCIDENT. — DURING THE FROST A CERTAIN FOX-HUNTER INCREASES IN WEIGHT, AND GETS TOO BIG FOR HIS CLOTHES.

FEW THINGS ARE MORE ANNOYING THAN TO BE SHORT OF POWDER WHEN THERE IS A CHANCE OF GOOD SPORT. MR. BRIGGS FEELING THIS, ORDERS A GOOD SUPPLY, TO BANG AWAY AT THE PHEASANTS TO-MORROW. HE SUGGESTS TO MRS. BRIGGS, THAT IT SHOULD BE KEPT UNDER THEIR BED, TO BE OUT OF THE WAY OF THE CHILDREN!!

Mamma. "WHY, MY DEAREST ALBERT, WHAT ARE YOU CRYING FOR?—SO GOOD, TOO, AS YOU HAVE BEEN ALL DAY!"

Spoiled Little Boy. "BOO-HOO! I'VE EATEN SO—MUCH BE-EF AND T-TURKEY, THAT I CANT EAT ANY P-PLUM P-P-PUDDING!"

[Oh, what a very greedy little fellow!

"WELL, I THINK THIS IS THE NEATEST THING I HAVE SEEN FOR A LONG TIME."

Old Acquaintance. "AVE A DRAIN, BILL?"

Bus Driver. "WHY, YER SEE, JIM, THIS 'ERE YOUNG HOSS HAS ON'Y BIN IN 'ARNES ONCE AFORE, AND HE'S SUCH A BEGGAR TO BOLT, TEN TO ONE IF I LEAVE 'IM HE'LL BE A-RUNNIN' HOFF AND A-SMASHIN' INTO SUTHUN. HOWSEVER—HERE (handing reins to timid passenger), LAY HOLD, SIR, I'LL CHANCE IT!"

Coachman. "WHY—WHAT'S THE MATTER, JOHN THOMAS?"

Footman. "MATTER ENUFF! HERE'S THE MARCHIONESS BIN AN GIV ME NOTICE BECAUSE I DON'T MATCH JOSEPH,—AND I MUST GO, UNLESS I CAN GET MY FAT DOWN IN A WEEK!"

First. "WUT TAK THY QUOAT OFF, THEN! OI TELL THEE OI'M AS GOOD A MON AS THEE!"

Second. "THEE A MON! WHOY THEE BE'EST ONLY WALKING ABOUT TO SAVE THY FUNERAL EXPENSES!"

First Polite Native. "WHO'S 'IM, BILL?"

Second Ditto. "A STRANGER!"

First Ditto. "'EAVE 'ARF A BRICK AT 'IM."

Stout Party. "AHEM! I WANT TO HAVE A LOOK AT THE HOUNDS TO-MORROW! DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE GOT ANYTHING THAT WOULD CARRY ME?"

Stable Keeper. "WELL, SIR! I THINK I HAVE TWO BROWN 'OSSES—AND A OMNIBUS, AS PERHAPS MIGHT DO IT!"

Perceptive Child. "MAMMA, DEAR! WHY DO THOSE GENTLEMEN DRESS THEMSELVES LIKE THE FUNNY LITTLE MEN IN MY NOAH'S ARK?"

Affable Little Gentleman. "DEAR, OH DEAR! HOW IT RAINS! I'M AFRAID YOU'LL GET VERY WET—CAN I OFFER YOU A GREAT COAT OR ANYTHING?"

Old Gentleman. "WELL, WALTER, I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE GOT INTO LATIN AND GREEK AT SCHOOL BY THIS TIME, EH?"

Juvenile. "OH, YES, SIR. I HAVE JUST FINISHED XENOPHON AND THUCYDIDES, AND AM NOW IN EURIPIDES. BY THE WAY, SIR, HOW WOULD YOU RENDER THE PASSAGE BEGINNING κακως πεπρακται πανταχη?"

Old Gentleman. "AHEM! HEY?—WHAT?—AHEM! HERE, RUGGLES, BRING ANOTHER BOTTLE OF CLARET, AND—EH? WHAT? WALTER, I THINK YOU HAD BETTER JOIN THE LADIES."

Young Hopeful. "WELL, IT'S OF NO USE, GOVERNOR; I CAN'T STICK TO BUSINESS. I WANT TO BE A SOLDIER, AND YOU MUST BUY ME A COMMISSION."

Governor. "NO, MY BOY, I CAN'T AFFORD TO BUY YOU A COMMISSION, BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WILL DO; IF YOU WILL GO DOWN TO CHATHAM AND ENLIST, I WILL GIVE YOU MY WORD OF HONOUR I WON'T BUY YOU OFF!"

First Man of the World. "HEARD OF MISS F——'s MARRIAGE, CHARLEY?"

Second Do. "AH! I HEARD IT SPOKEN OF. I BELIEVE IT WAS A MARRIAGE OF INCLINATION ON BOTH SIDES?"

First Do. "YES! IT WAS A BAD JOB. THOSE MATCHES NEVER TURN OUT WELL!"

DID YOU EVER SEE TWO STRANGE ENGLISHMEN BREAKFASTING AT A TABLE D'HOTE ABROAD? WELL! ISN'T IT A CHEERFUL THING?

Genteel Pluralist. "WHAT THE PEOPLE CAN WANT WITH A CRYSTAL PALACE ON SUNDAYS, I CAN'T THINK! SURELY THEY OUGHT TO BE CONTENTED WITH THEIR CHURCH AND THEIR HOME AFTERWARDS."

Lady. "THEN, WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR LAST PLACE, PRAY?"

Cook. "WELL, MA'AM, AFTER I'M DONE WORK, I AM VERY FOND OF SINGING AND PLAYING ON THE ACCORDIUM, AND MISSUS HADN'T USED TO LIKE IT—AND SO I GIVE NOTICE!"

"JEMMY! WHAT'S A STALL AT THE HOPERA?"

"WELL, I CAN'T SAY, NOT FOR CERTAIN; BUT I SUPPOSE IT'S WHERE THEY SELLS THE HAPPLES, HORANGES, GINGER BEER AND BISKITS."

Gentleman. "SIXTY POUNDS A YEAR!! WHY, MAN, ARE YOU AWARE THAT SUCH A SUM IS MORE THAN IS FREQUENTLY GIVEN TO A CURATE?"

Flunkey. "OH, YES, SIR; BUT THEN YOU WOULD HARDLY, I HOPE, GO FOR TO COMPARE ME WITH THE HINFERIOR ORDER OF CLERGY."

University "Man" having spent a few days in Town, at the end of Term is about to go Home.

Waiter (condescendingly). "GOING HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS, SIR?"

University MAN (hurling himself into Hansom). "EUSTON SQUA-A-A-RE!"

Old Gent. "THOMAS, I HAVE ALWAYS PLACED THE GREATEST CONFIDENCE IN YOU. NOW TELL ME, THOMAS, HOW IS IT THAT MY BUTCHER'S BILLS ARE SO LARGE, AND THAT I ALWAYS HAVE SUCH BAD DINNERS?"

Thomas. "REALLY, SIR, I DON'T KNOW, FOR I'M SURE WE NEVER HAVE ANYTHING NICE IN THE KITCHEN THAT WE DON'T ALWAYS SEND SOME OF IT UP INTO THE PARLOUR!"

Uncle. "SO, YOU'VE BEEN TO THE CRYSTAL PALACE—HAVE YOU, GUS?"

Gus. "YES, UNCLE."

Uncle. "WELL. NOW, I'LL GIVE YOU SIXPENCE IF YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT YOU ADMIRED MOST IN THAT TEMPLE OF INDUSTRY?"

Gus. (unhesitatingly). "VEAL AND 'AM PIES, AND THE GINGER BEER. GIVE US THE SIXPENCE."

"WHAT A BORE! JUST LIKE MY LUCK. NO SOONER HAVE I GOT MY TACKLE READY, AND SETTLED DOWN TO A BOOK, THAN THERE COMES A CONFOUNDED BITE!"

"POOR SWEEPER, LADIES! RAILWAY DIRECTOR ONCE, LADIES!"

First Amiable Lady (very loud). "WHAT A REMARKABLY ODD SET OF PEOPLE ONE MEETS AT A PUBLIC BALL!"

Second Do. "OH, VERY DROLL!"

Poor Little Swell. "YETH; AND SO THWANGELY DRETHED!"

Flunkey (out of place). "THERE'S JUST ONE QUESTION I SHOULD LIKE TO ASK YOUR LADYSHIP—HAM I ENGAGED FOR WORK, OR HAM I ENGAGED FOR ORNAMENT?"

Young Diana. "I THINK, SIR, IF YOU WOULD BE SO GOOD AS TO GO FIRST, AND BREAK THE TOP RAIL, MY PONY WOULD GET OVER."

Whip. "HOLD HARD, GENTLEMEN! WARE WHEAT! WARE WHEAT!!"

Young Farmer. "COME ON, GENTLEMEN. NEVER MIND THE WHEAT—IT'S ONLY THIRTY SHILLINGS A QUARTER!!"

Lovely Woman (to brute of a Husband). "GOOD GRACIOUS, WILLIAM—FAST ASLEEP! AND NOT DRESSED, I DECLARE! WHY IT'S NEARLY TWELVE O'CLOCK, AND THE BROUGHAM HAS BEEN WAITING THIS HALF-HOUR. GO AND GET READY THIS MOMENT, SIR!"

"LAWK, JOHN! IF YOU HAVEN'T BIN AND LET MASTER'S LIBERY FIRE OUT AGAIN."

Wife of his Bosom. "UPON MY WORD, MR PEEWITT! IS THIS THE WAY YOU FILL UP YOUR CENSUS? SO YOU CALL YOURSELF THE 'HEAD OF THE FAMILY'—DO YOU—AND ME A FEMALE!"

"ARE YOU GOING TO HASCOT, BILL?"

"WHY, YES; I'M GOING TO CHAPERONG THIS YOUNG FEMALE DOWN BY THE RAIL."

Conductor. "HOLD HARD, BILL! HERE'S A COUPLE MORE LEICESTER SQUARES A-COMIN'."

First Costermonger. "I WONDER A RESPECTABLE COVE LIKE YOU, BILL, CARRIES YOUR OWN COLLYFLOWERS; WHY DON'T YER KEEP A CARRIDGE LIKE MINE?"

Second Costermonger. "WHY DON'T I KEEP A CARRIDGE? WHY, BECAUSE I DON'T CHOOSE TO WASTE MY HINCUM IN MERE SHOW AND FASHIONABLE DISPLAY!"

Box-Keeper. "STALLS 216 AND 17. THIS WAY, MA'AM; LAST ROW, MA'AM. WON'T YOU LIKE A BOOK, MA'AM?"

"DID YOU WANT YER DOOR SWEPT, MARM?"

Lady. "IF YOU ARE NOT SATISFIED WITH WHAT I HAVE GIVEN YOU, THERE'S A GENTLEMAN HERE WHO WILL SETTLE WITH YOU."

Cabman. "NO, THERE AIN'T! THERE AIN'T NO GENTLEMAN HERE!"

Lady. "I TELL YOU THERE IS. THERE IS A GENTLEMAN IN THIS HOUSE."

Cabman. "OH, NO, THERE AIN'T, NOT IF HE BELONGS TO YOU!"

"I SAY, OLD FELLOW, HOW DO YOU GO TO THE DERBY THIS YEAR?"

"OH, THE OLD WAY—HAMPER AND FOUR."

Wife (much startled). "GOOD GRACIOUS, REGINALD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT GUN?"

Reginald (who is very fond of shooting). "HUSH! HUSH! MY DEAR—I'VE KILLED TWO!"

Wife. "MY GOODNESS! TWO WHAT?—THIEVES?"

Reginald. "NO, DEAR. TWO OF THOSE CONFOUNDED RABBITS THAT ARE ALWAYS EATING THE VERBENA! THERE, GO TO SLEEP, DARLING—I'LL HAVE ANOTHER DIRECTLY."

Fond Mother. "WHY, HE DOESN'T WRITE VERY WELL YET, BUT HE GETS ON NICELY WITH HIS SPELLING. COME, ALEXANDER, WHAT DOES D. O. G. SPELL?"

Infant Prodigy (with extraordinary quickness). "CAT!"

IS WESKETS TO BE GENERALLY WORE THIS SUMMER?

Dealer. "THERE! HE AIN'T A 'ORSE MADE UP FOR SALE, HE'LL GO ON IMPROVIN' EVERY DAY YOU KEEP HIM—HE WILL."

"I SAY, FRANK, MY BOY—IF TROUNCER'S AT 5 TO 2, AND NUTSHELL AT 3 TO 1, WHAT'S THE BETTING AGAINST THE PAIR OF THEM!"

"I'M SURE I DON'T KNOW—TAKE YOU 6 TO 1."

Reduced Goldsmith (loq.). "NOW THEN, HERE YOU ARE!—A HANDSOME GOLD SNUFFBOX AND A HA'PORTH OF SNUFF FOR A PENNY!"

First Languid Party. "DON'T YOU FIND SEA-AIR VERY STRENGTHENING, JACK?"

Second Ditto, Ditto. "AH, VEWY! I COULD THROW STONES IN THE WATER ALL DAY!"

Alderman Gobble. "WHAW-T; PULL DOWN TEMPLE BAR? OH DEAR! RING FOR THE SHERRY. THEY'LL BE FOR DESTROYING GOG AND MAGOG NEXT."

"NOW, MY LITTLE MAN—HERE'S YOUR FINE NATIVES! ONLY A PENNY A LOT."

Learned (but otherwise highly objectionable) Child (loq.). "OH, MAMMA, DEAR! WHAT DO YOU THINK? I ASKED MR. —— AND MISS —— TO NAME SOME OF THE REMARKABLE EVENTS FROM THE YEAR 700 TO THE YEAR 600 B.C., AND THEY COULDN'T. BUT I CAN—AND—THE SECOND MESSINIAN WAR COMMENCED; AND—THE POET TYRTÆUS FLOURISHED; BYZANTIUM WAS FOUNDED BY THE INHABITANTS OF MEGARA; DRACO GAVE LAWS TO ATHENS; TERPANDER OF LESBOS, THE MUSICIAN AND POET; THALES OF MILETUS, THE PHILOSOPHER; ALCÆUS AND SAPPHO, THE POETS, FLOURISHED; AND NEBUCHADNEZ——"

[Sensation from right and left, during which the voice of Child is happily drowned.

LITTLE BOY HAS A PENN'ORTH—

Buttons. "OH! PLEASE'M! BE QUICK'M! HERE'S THE COACHING CHINA A CLUCKING LIKE ANYTHINK. HE'VE BEEN AND LAID A HEGG!!!"

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. IX. TABLEAU—REPRESENTING MR. BRIGGS OUT FOR A DAY'S RABBIT-SHOOTING. — COLD COMFORT. — THE BEARD AND MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT. — TRUE POLITENESS.

Country Friend to Sporting Gent from Town. "WELL, JACK, I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE A CAPITAL DAY. YOU SEE THE FROST IS QUITE GONE."

Railway Guard. "NOW, MA'AM, IS THIS YOUR LUGGAGE?"

Old Lady (who concludes she is attacked by Brigands). "OH, YES! GENTLEMEN, IT'S MINE. TAKE IT—TAKE ALL I HAVE—BUT SPARE, OH SPARE OUR LIVES!!"

Alderman Gobble. "NOW, THEN, GALS! I'VE QUITE DONE. CAN I GET YOU ANY GRUB?"

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. — No. X A FRIEND HAS GIVEN MR. BRIGGS A DAY'S SHOOTING. — FISHING—WITH FLIES. — THE OLD GENTLEMAN IS IN A HURRY TO GET TO THE STATION—CAB-HORSE JIBS MOST RESOLUTELY. — SPEAK AS YOU THINK. — A HORRIBLE BUSINESS.

A COCK PHEASANT GETS UP, AND MR. BRIGGS'S IMPRESSION IS, THAT A VERY LARGE FIREWORK HAS BEEN LET OFF CLOSE TO TO HIM. HE IS ALMOST FRIGHTENED TO DEATH.

Old Gent. "NOW, THEN, DRIVER. WHATS THE MATTER?"

Cabman. "OH, IT'S NOTHIN', SIR. HE'S ONLY A LEETLE TOO FRESH, SIR!"

HOW No. 4 ENJOYED HIMSELF,

AND

HOW No. 8 SUFFERED IN CONSEQUENCE.

"ARE YOU GOING?"

"WHY, YE-ES. THE FACT IS, THAT YOUR PARTY IS SO SLOW, AND I AM WEALLY SO INFERNALLY BORED, THAT I SHALL GO SOMEWHERE AND SMOKE A QUIET CIGAR."

"WELL, GOOD NIGHT. AS YOU ARE BY NO MEANS HANDSOME, A GREAT PUPPY, AND NOT IN THE LEAST AMUSING, I THINK IT'S THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO."

Master Butcher. "DID YOU TAKE OLD MAJOR DUMBLEDORE'S RIBS TO NO. 12?"

Boy. "YES, SIR."

Master Butcher. "THEN CUT MISS WIGGLES'S SHOULDER AND NECK, AND HANG MR. FOODLE'S LEGS TILL THEY'RE QUITE TENDER!"

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF RACING. — No. I. MR. BRIGGS HAS BACKED HIMSELF TO RIDE A STEEPLE CHASE AGAINST HIS FRIEND MUFFINS, OF THE ST—K EXCH—NGE. HE IS GOING ROUND THE COURSE JUST TO LOOK AT THE JUMPS. — OUR ENGLISH CLIMATE.

Spectator (to MR. B.). "OH NO, SIR!—THIS AIN'T THE BIG ONE. THE BIG ONE IS AFTER YOU GET OUT OF THE LANE, AND AFORE YOU COME TO THE BROOK!"

MAY-DAY FOR THE SWEEPS.

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF RACING. — No. II. — No. III. — No. IV. — V. — No. VI. — No. VII.

MR. BRIGGS IS WEIGHED, OF COURSE.

HIS FRIENDS RECOMMEND HIM A LITTLE JUMPING POWDER.

HERE HE TAKES A PRELIMINARY CANTER, AND PUTS HIS HORSE AT A FLIGHT OF HURDLES.

AND GETS OVER VERY CLEVERLY.

SOME TIME AFTER THE START, MR. BRIGGS GOES ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE FLAG, AND IS OBLIGED TO GO BACK, WHICH, AS THE GROUND IS RATHER HEAVY, "TAKES IT OUT OF OLD BLUNDERBUSS CONSIDERABLY."

WHO, IN CONSEQUENCE, MAKES A MISTAKE AT THE NEXT FENCE.

MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF RACING — No. VIII. — No. IX. — No. X. — No XI. — No. XII. — DISTRESSING RESULT OF EMIGRATION. — THE ROAD-SIDE ON THE DERBY DAY. — DOMESTIC BLISS. — SEA-SIDE LITERATURE FOR YOUNG LADIES; OR, DELIGHTS OF CROCHET. — FRIGHTFUL UPSET OF DIGNITY. — INTERESTING. — A SAVAGE REPROOF. — WHAT A DREADFUL STORY! — A SELL. — IS IT SO? — Re-enter Sporting Youth . — PRIDE. — A BOAT FOR AN HOUR. — FISHING OFF BRIGHTON. — AGGRAVATING—RATHER! — FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE. — THE NEW PURCHASE. — SEA-SIDE.—THE BATHING HOUR. — DOING IT THOROUGHLY. — NOT WHAT HE WANTED. — WAITING FOR A DIP. — PORTRAIT OF A LADY. — JUST LIKE HIM.

HOWEVER, MR. BRIGGS IS NOT HURT; AND, AFTER SOME EXERTION, RE-MOUNTS.

MR. BRIGGS, AS HE APPEARED COMING TO THE BROOK. IN THE DISTANCE MAY BE OBSERVED HIS OPPONENT, WHO HAS A NASTY FALL, BUT FORTUNATELY TUMBLES ON HIS HEAD.

MR. BRIGGS AS HE APPEARED IN THE BROOK.

AS HE APPEARED WHEN HE CAME OUT OF THE BROOK.

PORTRAIT OF MR. BRIGGS WINNING THE RACE. N.B. THE DENSE CROWD IS CHEERING HIM.

Lady. "YES, MY DEAR. JOHN LEFT US WITHOUT ANY WARNING, AND WE CAN'T MATCH THE OTHER FOOTMAN, BECAUSE ALL THE TALL MEN ARE GONE TO AUSTRALIA."

A "DRAG" FULL OF GUARDSMEN IS SUPPOSED TO BE PASSING.

Young Mother (joyously). "THE DEAR LITTLE CREATURE IS GETTING ON SO NICELY; ITS BEGINNING QUITE TO TAKE NOTICE."—First Mother of a Family (blandly). "OH! MY DEAR! THAT IS NOT TAKING NOTICE; ITS ONLY THE WIND."—Second Ditto. "YOU SHOULD GIVE IT A LITTLE DILL-WATER, DEAR, YOU WOULD FIND," &c. &c.—Third Ditto. "WELL, IF IT WAS MY CHILD, I SHOULD," &c. &c.—Fourth Ditto. "NOW, WHEN I WAS NURSING MY LITTLE GREGORY, I USED," &c. &c.—Fifth Ditto. "WELL, NOW, I WOULD NOT FOR THE WORLD THAT A BABY OF MINE," &c. &c.—Sixth Ditto. "INDEED, I HAVE KNOWN CHILDREN OBLIGED TO ENDURE THE MOST HORRIBLE AGONY," &c. &c.—Seventh Ditto. "DEPEND UPON IT, LOVE; AND YOU KNOW I HAVE HAD A LARGE FAMILY—AND IF YOU WILL BE ADVISED BY ME," &c. &c.

[Young Mother becomes quite bewildered, and gives herself up to despair.

First Young Lady (reads). "10TH ROW—3 LONG WITH THREE CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO THIRD SMALL SPACE, 1 LONG INTO SAME SPACE, 5 LONG WITH THREE CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO MIDDLE SPACE, 1 LONG INTO SAME SPACE, 3 LONG WITH 3 CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO NEXT SPACE, 1 LONG IN SAME SPACE, 5 CHAIN, DITTO IN MIDDLE OF LARGE SPACE, 5 CHAIN; REPEAT."

Second and Third Young Ladies (in ecstacies). "OH, HOW SWEETLY PRETTY!!!"

Conductor. "NOW, MARM! WITE-CHAPEL, OR MILE-END?—ONLY A PENNY"

"I HAVE CALLED, MR. SQUILLS, TO SAY THAT MY DARLING LITTLE DOG (!) HAS TAKEN ALL HIS MIXTURE, BUT HIS COUGH IS NO BETTER."

SUMMER IN ELYSIUM.

AND

THE LONG VACATION IN ARCADIA.

Indignant Master of Hounds. "NOW, YOU SIR! MIND THE HOUND! HE'S WORTH FORTY TIMES AS MUCH AS YOUR HORSE!"

Stout Party. "STOP! HERE! CABMAN! WE WANT TO GO AS FAR TER-WARDS WHITECHAPEL AS WE CAN FOR SIXPENCE!"

Cabman. "VERY SORRY, MUM! BUT THE OSS HAS BIN OUT ALL DAY—DEAD BEAT, MUM—GOING HOME, MUM."

Enter Sporting Youth, who has lost the hounds.

Youth. "SEEN THE HOUNDS GO THROUGH HERE, PIKEY?"

Pikey. "E-AS, A HAVE—TUPPENSE!"

A lapse of twenty minutes is supposed to have taken place, when Youth pays the twopence and gallops on.

Old Lady (loq.). "BLESS MY HEART! HOW RIDICULOUSLY SMALL THEY DO MAKE THE EYES OF THE NEEDLES NOW-A-DAYS, TO BE SURE!"

Youth (in a high state of excitement). "WHY, CONFOUND YOU! I THOUGHT YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD SEEN THE HOUNDS GO THROUGH HERE?"

Pikey. "E-AS, SO A DID; SEED 'EM YESTERDAY!"

Page. "THAT POOR DEVIL AIN'T MIXED MUCH IN SOCIETY."

Stout Gentleman. "WHAT! IS THAT THE ONLY BOAT YOU HAVE IN?"

"OH, YES! IT'S VERY EASY TO SAY 'CATCH HOLD OF HIM!'"

"OH! HERE'S A GO! BLOWED IF I AIN'T LOST MY DIAMOND RING!"

Blanche (who dotes on horses). "THERE, FRANK. ISN'T SHE A PRETTY CREATURE? PAPA GAVE HER TO ME THIS MORNING—SHE IS SO GOOD-TEMPERED AND WHAT A NICE HEAD AND NECK SHE HAS! HASN'T SHE? SHE'S QUITE YOUNG, TOO—AND SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!—NOW, WHAT DO YOU SAY, SIR, EH?"

Frank (who is so absurd). "H'M! LETS SEE, PRETTY CREATURE!—GOOD-TEMPERED!—NICE HEAD AND NECK!—YOUNG!—AND A BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!—WHY, I SAY, YOU MAKE A CAPITAL PAIR!"

Old Gent. "I SAY, MY LITTLE MAN, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS HOLD YOUR PONY TOGETHER GOING UP HILL, AND OVER PLOUGHED LAND!"

Young Nimrod. "ALL RIGHT, OLD COCK! DON'T YOU TEACH YOUR GRANDMOTHER TO SUCK EGGS! THERE'S MY MAN BY THE HAY-STACK WITH MY SECOND HORSE!"

MR. HAYCOCK, HAVING HEARD OF THE MERITS OF BRUISED OATS FOR HORSES, REQUESTS HIS FRIEND BRIGGS TO SEND HIM A COUPLE OF "BRUISERS."

MR. BRIGGS DESPATCHES THE "WHITECHAPEL CHICKEN" AND THE "BAYSWATER SLASHER."

Proprietor of Machine (loq.). "SORRY TO KEEP YOU SUCH A LONG TIME A WAITIN', SIR; BUT REALLY THEY STOP IN SUCH A TIME THAT WE HAVEN'T A MACHINE TO BLESS OURSELVES WITH. THERE'S CRUMPTON'S COTTAGES HAS BEEN IN THE WATER THIS THREE-QUARTERS OF AN HOUR; AND ALBION HOUSE TAKES THE LONGEST TIME TO DRESS OF ANY GENT I EVER SEE. OH! HERE'S PROSPECT PLACE A COMING HOUT. NOW YOU CAN GO IN, SIR."

MR. BR—GGS (We suppress the Gentleman's name for obvious reasons) THINKS HE WILL GO TO HAMPTON RACES.

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. I. — No. II. — No. III. — GROUNDLESS ALARM. — WOUNDED PRIDE. — FLY-FISHING.

SALUTING HIS SUPERIOR OFFICERS.

HAVING A LITTLE BALL PRACTICE.

GOING ON DUTY.

Equestrian. "NOW, BOY, DON'T YOU BE TAKING OFF YOUR HAT TO MAKE ME A BOW—YOU'LL FRIGHTEN MY HORSE."

Boy. "A—A—A WARN'T A-GOING TO!"

Small Boy. "NOW, THEN, YOU SIR! DON'T YOU KNOW NO BETTER THAN TO RUN AGIN A MIMBER O' PARLIAMENT—JUST YOU COME BACK, AND PICK UP MY 'AT, OR I'M BLOWED IF I DON'T MAKE YER!"

FAVOURABLE WIND AND THE TROUT RISING AS FAST AS POSSIBLE.

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. IV. — No. V. — MASTER OF THE SITUATION. — ONLY A PENNY! A SENSIBLE AND INGENIOUS TOY FOR CHILDREN. — TOPSY-TURVEYDOM.

FORMS HIMSELF INTO A SQUARE, AND RESISTS A CHARGE OF CAVALRY.

RECEIVES PRESENTATION OF COLOURS.

Flunkey. "I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR—BUT THERE IS ONE THING I SHOULD LIKE TO MENTION AT ONCE. I AM AFRAID—A—THAT I AM EXPECTED TO CLEAN THE BOOTS."

Gentleman. "BLESS ME! OH DEAR, NO! THERE MUST BE SOME MISTAKE; I ALWAYS CLEAN THEM MYSELF—AND IF YOU WILL LEAVE YOUR SHOES OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR, I WILL GIVE THEM A POLISH AT THE SAME TIME."

(See London Streets.)

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. VI. — No. VII. — AN ORNAMENT TO SOCIETY. — MIGHT IS RIGHT. — LONG VACATION. — THE TRIAL-FOR-MURDER MANIA. — THE SILVER AGE. — DELIGHTS OF TRAVEL. — A MYSTERIOUS VISITOR. — YOUNG AFFECTION.

HAVING BEEN DRUNK AND DISORDERLY, IS ORDERED BY HIS "DASHING WHITE SERJEANT" TO DO DOUBLE DUTY.

THE NIGHTS ARE STILL CHILLY; THEREFORE OUR FRIEND WARMS THE BED FOR HIS FAMILY PREVIOUS TO HIS GOING ON GUARD.

Equestrian. "NO, I SHAN'T STOP FOR THE LAST RACE; I MUST GET TO TOWN TO GO TO AN EVENING PARTY."

Van Driver. "I DON'T KNOW NUTHUN ABOUT NO RIGHT SIDES NOR WRONG SIDES. YOU GET OUT OF THE WAY, IF YER DON'T WANT TO BE MADE A WAFER OF!"

[Where are the Police?

"NOW THEN, LATITAT, TUCK IN YOUR SIX-AND-EIGHTPENNY!"

"ALL IN! ALL IN! WALK UP, LADIES! JUST A GOING TO BEGIN! NONE OF YOUR SHAMS HERE, BUT REAL BULLET-HEADED MURDERERS! ALL IN! ALL IN!"

Emma. "WHAT DO YOU THINK, DEAR GRAN'MA? THE LADIES IN PARIS WEAR THEIR HAIR TAKEN OFF THE FOREHEAD AND SPRINKLED WITH SILVER!"

Grandma. "DO THEY, INDEED! WELL, MY DARLING, SO LONG AS THEY ARE RESPECTABLE, THERE CAN BE NO HARM IN GREY LOCKS."

"DEAR! DEAR! DEAR! HOW VERY PROVOKING! HERE'S ONE END OF THE BARREL COME OUT, AND ALL THE OYSTERS MIXED WITH MY CLEAN COLLARS!"

Domestic. "HERE'S MISS BRADSHAW, MUM, HAS JUST COME; SHE'S GONE UP-STAIRS, MUM."

Angelina. "OH, VERY WELL—I WILL—"

Edwin. "BRADSHAW!! WHO THE DEUCE IS MISS BRADSHAW?"

Angelina. "OH, IT'S NOTHING OF CONSEQUENCE, DEAR—SHALL I GIVE YOU SOME MORE TEA, DEAR?"

Edwin. "YES; BUT WHO IS MISS BRADSHAW? WHY CAN'T YOU TELL ME WHO MISS BRADSHAW IS?"

Angelina. "LAW! EDWIN! IF YOU MUST KNOW, IT'S—IT'S—TH'—THE DRESSMAKER."

THE BEST PREVENTIVE AGAINST SEA-SICKNESS. — No. I. — No. III. THE RESULT. — No. II. — ALARMING EFFECT PRODUCED BY IMPRUDENTLY TRYING THE HAT AND TABLE-MOVING EXPERIMENT. — VERY KIND. — SET FAIR. — STORMY, AND MUCH RAIN. — OUT OF TOWN. — A BATH AT BOULOGNE. — DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS. —No. I. — DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS. —No. II. — DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS. —No. III. — CONSOLS AT 90. — CONSOLS AT 80. — A BIT OF SERIOUS PANTOMIME. — ANOTHER BIT OF SERIOUS PANTOMIME. — NEW CRICKETING DRESSES TO PROTECT ALL ENGLAND AGAINST THE PRESENT SWIFT BOWLING. — AQUATICS. — AND—HERE ARE THE GIRLS IN THE ROUND HATS. — THE NEW GROOM. — AN ANCIENT IMPOSTOR. — A REFLECTION.

WHEN YOU CROSS THE CHANNEL, ESPECIALLY IF IT SHOULD BE BLOWING HARD, "KEEP YOUR PECKER UP" (AS THAT AGREEABLE RATTLE, YOUNG FIPPSON, CALLS IT) BY MAKING A HEARTY MEAL AT THE "SHIP" OR "PAVILION."

AND ONCE ON BOARD, FIX YOUR EYES UPON SOME DISTANT OBJECT, AND ADAPT THE MOVEMENTS OF YOUR BODY TO THE ROLLING OF THE VESSEL, AND THE RESULT WILL PROBABLY BE, AS SHOWN ABOVE IN NO. III.

"WELL! GOOD BYE, UNCLE! I'VE ENJOYED MYSELF VERY MUCH IN THE COUNTRY; AND IF YOU WILL RUN UP TO LONDON AT ANY TIME, I'LL SHOW YOU A LITTLE LIFE!"

APPALLING POSITION OF MR. AND MRS. TOMKINS, WHO HAD A JIB HORSE WHEN THE TIDE WAS COMING IN.

THE NOSE OF THE HIPPOPOTAMUS PUT OUT OF JOINT BY THE YOUNG ELEPHANT.

DELICATE STATE OF THE HIPPOPOTAMUS. IT IS ORDERED CHANGE OF AIR, AND A LITTLE SEA-BATHING.

THE HIPPOPOTAMUS HAS QUITE RECOVERED, AND IS TAKEN OUT FOR AN AIRING.

Husband. "WELL! I DECLARE I'M QUITE GLAD IT'S A WET DAY. IT WILL BE AN EXCUSE TO STOP AT HOME WITH MY DARLING LITTLE PIPSEY POPSY. WHAT DO YOU SAY, DICKEY! EH? PRETTY DICK! PRETTY DICK!"

Husband. "GO OUT FOR A WALK! NONSENSE! I'VE SOMETHING ELSE TO DO. I THINK TOO, YOU MIGHT PULL DOWN THAT BLIND, UNLESS YOU WANT THE SUN TO SPOIL ALL THE FURNITURE; AND, DEAR, DEAR, DO FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, JEMIMA, TAKE THAT D—— CANARY OUT OF THE ROOM!"

A MESSAGE FROM THE LORDS.

"HATS OFF, STRANGERS!"

WHO IS THIS? WHY, THIS IS MR. JOHN CHUBB PULLING ONE OF HIS LONG, SLOW, STEADY STROKES. HE IS TAKING MORE PAINS THAN USUAL, BECAUSE THOSE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE ROUND HATS ARE SITTING ON THE LAWN DRAWING FROM NATURE.

Gentleman. "DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THE CARE OF HORSES?"

Boy. "WELL, SIR, I HAD OUGHT TO—FOR I'VE BEEN AMONGST 'EM ALL MY LIFE."

Youths. "THEN, I SUPPOSE, WHEN YOU WERE A SMUGGLER, YOU USED TO HAVE REG'LAR COMBATS AND FIGHTS?"

Boatman. "COMBATS AND FIGHTS! LOR LOVE YER, WE WOS A'MOST ALWAYS AT IT. ONCE IN PARTICKLER I CALL TO MIND. I HAD THREE BALLS THROUGH MY HEAD AND TWO IN THE STUMMUCK (WHICH I FEEL 'EM NOW SOMETIMES IN THE WINTER I DO), BESIDES BEIN' RUN THROUGH WITH A CUTLASS, AND ALL MY FRONT TEETH KNOCKED OUT BY THE PERWENTIVE MAN'S TELESCOPE, WICH LUCKILY SHUT UP, OR THERE'S NO KNOWIN' WOT MIGHT 'A BIN THE CONSEQUENCE. AH! THERE WOS GOINGS ON THEN. BUT, LOR, IT AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE IT NOW!"

[Youths are deeply impressed.

ALTHOUGH POLICEMEN ARE PLACED AT PARTICULAR SPOTS FOR THE PURPOSE OF MAKING OMNIBUSES "MOVE ON," THEY ARE GENERALLY SEEN CHATTING, OR CRACKING THE FRIENDLY WALNUT WITH THE CONDUCTORS, TO THE INCONVENIENCE AND INDIGNATION OF THE PASSENGERS. HOW IS THIS?

MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HORSEKEEPING. — No. X. BY THE TIME MR. BRIGGS'S HORSE HAS RECOVERED FROM HIS COLD, A LONG FROST SETS IN. — A GREAT BARGAIN. — THE HAT-MOVING EXPERIMENT. — SHAKSPEARE A LITTLE ALTERED. — USELESS INFORMATION.

Groom. "THAT'S JUST WHAT I SAY, SIR; IT IS AGGERAVATIN' TO SEE A NICE OSS LIKE THAT, SIR, A DOIN' NOTHIN' BUT EATIN' HIS 'ED OFF."

TO BE SOLD—THE PROPERTY OF AN OFFICER GOING ABROAD.

IT IS NECESSARY TO GET A HAT. TWO OR MORE PERSONS PLACE THEIR HANDS ON THE RIM THEREOF, THE LITTLE FINGERS OF EACH PERSON BEING IN CONTACT. IN ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES, OR HALF-AN-HOUR, OR PERHAPS MORE, THE HAT WILL BEGIN TO JUMP AND REVOLVE RAPIDLY.

(N.B. The Party above with the Moustaches, thinks that in the pursuit of Science he could perform the experiment over and over again.)

"HE LIVED NOT WISELY, BUT TOO WELL."

"NOW, MARM, THIS GOES TO THE CHRISTIAL PALIS."

"BLESS THE MAN! I DON'T WANT NO CHRISTIAL PALISES. I AM GOIN' TO THE BOROUGH."

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. VIII. — THE DEAR DELIGHTS OF BRITAIN'S SUMMER FIELDS.

HAVING A COLD IN HIS HEAD, RESORTS TO AN INGENIOUS METHOD OF PRESERVING HIS HEALTH WITHOUT DESERTING HIS POST.

OVER THE STYLE.

HAYMAKING.

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. IX. THE BIVOUAC. — No. X. AT BUSINESS. — COMPARATIVE LOVE. — PLEASURES OF THE STUDIO.

Militia Man (loq.). "ALEXANDER, WHEN YOU'VE TITTIVATED THAT GENT, YOU MUST COME TO DRILL."

Papa. "SO, CHARLEY, YOU REALLY ARE IN LOVE WITH THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED GIRL YOU MET LAST NIGHT?"

Charley. "YES, PAPA, I LOVE HER DEARLY!"

Papa. "HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE HER, CHARLEY? DO YOU LOVE HER AS MUCH AS PUDDING?"

Charley. "OH YES, PAPA! AND A GREAT DEAL BETTER THAN PUDDING, BUT (pausing to reflect)—I DON'T LOVE—HER SO MUCH AS—JELLY!"

WHEN EVERY MOMENT IS OF CONSEQUENCE, MR. FLAKE WHITE'S MODEL FOR HAMLET APPEARS WITH A BLACK EYE, WHICH HE DECLARES IS THE EFFECT OF INFLUENZA.

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. XI. — No. XII. — SO FOND OF IT. — DIFFERENCE OF VIEW. — WHOLESOME PREJUDICE. — PREPARING FOR THE DERBY. — ALL IS VANITY.

HAVING CURED HIS COLD WITH RUM-AND-WATER, RESOLVES NOT TO GO HOME "TILL DAY-LIGHT DOES APPEAR." HE ASSURES THE POLICEMAN THAT "IT'S ALL RIGHT."

OWING TO THE MILDNESS OF THE SEASON, HE LOOKS UP HIS DUCKS.

"THERE NOW; THAT'S A CIGAR I CAN CONFIDENTLY RECOMMEND."

"WELL; PUT ME UP A DOZEN TO TRY!"

Head of the Family. "FOR WHAT WE ARE GOING TO RECEIVE, MAKE US TRULY THANKFUL.—HEM! COLD MUTTON AGAIN!"

Wife of his Bussum. "AND A VERY GOOD DINNER TOO, ALEXANDER, SOMEBODY MUST BE ECONOMICAL. PEOPLE CAN'T EXPECT TO HAVE RICHMOND AND GREENWICH DINNERS OUT OF THE LITTLE HOUSEKEEPING MONEY I HAVE."

"RAILROADS, SIR? I HATE RAILROADS, AND I SHALL BE VERY GLAD WHEN THEY'RE DONE AWAY WITH, AND WE'VE GOT THE COACHES AGAIN."

"I SAY, MISTER, JUST PUT US UP A COUPLE OF GREEN WEILS, WILL YER? THE DUST IS SO UNCOMMON DISAGREEABLE A-DRIVING DOWN TO HEPSOM!"

THE BROOK-GREEN VOLUNTEER. — No. XIII. — A YOUNG PATRICIAN. — HOW TO TAKE CARE OF THE CHILDREN. — THE END OF A FIVE MINUTES' BURST. — REMOVING. —No. I. — GROUSE SHOOTING LATE IN THE SEASON. JOLLY, VERY. — REMOVING. —No. II. — PERFECT SINCERITY; OR, THINKINGS ALOUD. — SPELLING A NEWSPAPER. — PERFECT SINCERITY; OR, THINKINGS ALOUD. No. II. — STUDY OF AN ELDERLY FEMALE HAILING THE LAST OMBLEBUS. — PERFECT SINCERITY; OR, THINKINGS ALOUD. No. III. — THE OPERA. — A HUMOROUS CUSTOMER. — MANLY SORROW. — AT GREENWICH FAIR. — BRIBERY IS DETESTABLE! BUT POLITENESS COSTS NOTHING. — EARLY EDUCATION. — MAY-DAY. — A CHEAP DAY'S HUNTING. No. I. — A CHEAP DAY'S HUNTING. No. II. — RATHER A DROP. — A CHEAP DAY'S HUNTING. No. III. — UNDENIABLE. — THE AGRICULTURAL DISTRESS DODGE. — REMONSTRANCE.

HAVING GIVEN HIMSELF LEAVE OF ABSENCE, HE ENJOYS A LITTLE DOMESTIC FELICITY.

First Swell. "WHAT AN ASTONISHING COAT, GUS!"

Second Do. "YA-AS! YOU SEE ALL THE SNOBS DWESS SO INFERN'LY LOUD—THAT FWED AND I THOUGHT WE WOULD COME DOWN VEWY QUIET."

A DESIGN, SHOWING HOW THE PRETTY HOODS WORN BY LADIES MIGHT BE MADE USEFUL AS WELL AS ORNAMENTAL.

Stout Gentleman. "THAT'S THE WAY TO GO OVER A GATE! I DON'T THINK YOU LEFT ME SO FAR BEHIND THAT TIME."

Father of the Family. "OH, IT'S ALL STUFF AND NONSENSE, MRS. G., IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN MANAGED OVER AND OVER AGAIN BY THIS TIME."

Mrs. G. "LAW, MY DEAR, HOW YOU TALK! AND I'M SURE YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PUT TO MUCH INCONVENIENCE."

Mother-in-Law. "THERE, THERE, JEMIMA. DON'T ANSWER HIM; IT'S QUITE RIDICULOUS."

"COME ALONG, OLD FELLOW! HERE'S A POINT!"

FIRST NIGHT IN THE NEW HOUSE—AWFUL DISCOVERY OF BLACK BEETLES.

No. I.

Mamma. "YOU ARE A DISAGREEABLE OLD BACHELOR, AND GENERALLY HATE CHILDREN, I KNOW—BUT ISN'T DEAR LITTLE WORMWOOD A FINE, NOBLE LITTLE FELLOW?"

Old Gent. "WELL, IF YOU WANT MY CANDID OPINION, I MAY AS WELL TELL YOU AT ONCE—THAT I THINK HIM THE MOST DETESTABLE LITTLE BEAST I EVER SAW—AND IF YOU IMAGINE I AM GOING TO LEAVE HIM ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU HAVE NAMED HIM AFTER ME, YOU ARE MIGHTILY MISTAKEN."

Artist No. 1. "THERE, MASTER OKER, I FLATTER MYSELF THAT WILL TAKE THE SHINE OUT OF YOUR PRECIOUS PRODUCTION, ALTHOUGH YOU DO THINK NOBODY CAN PAINT BUT YOURSELF."

Artist No. 2. "HEY! DEAR, DEAR, DEAR! THAT'S VERY BAD. BY JOVE, MY BOY, IT'S A DREADFUL FALLING-OFF FROM LAST YEAR. IF I WERE YOU, I SHOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE I SENT IT IN."

Artist No. 1. "MERE ENVY.—ILLIBERAL HUMBUG."

Medical Man. "STUPID OLD FOOL! WHY, THERE'S NOTHING THE MATTER WITH HIM, EXCEPT WHAT ARISES FROM HIS OVER EATING AND DRINKING HIMSELF—ONLY I CAN'T AFFORD TO TELL HIM SO."

"PLEASE, SIR, GIVE US YOUR TICKET, IF YOU AIN'T A-GOIN' IN AGAIN."

Gentleman in Cart. "I SAY, GUV'NOR, BRING US OUT A SPOONFUL O' GIN FOR THE OLD LADY, WILL YER?—AND I'LL TAKE A PINT O' MILD ALE—AND LOOK HERE. I DON'T WANT IT THICK—FOR I AIN'T HUNGRY!"

Swell on Horseback. "WHY, CHARLEY, WHAT'S THE MATTER, OLD BOY? YOU SEEM OUT OF SPIRITS."

Swell on Foot. "AH! I'VE HAD A SAD LOSS, FRED! I'VE LOST THE LITTLE GRIDIRON OFF MY CHATELAINE!!"

MELANCHOLY SCENE AT THE OPERA ON A CROWDED NIGHT.

"AND MELANCHOLY MARK'D HIM FOR HER OWN."

Canvasser. "PRAY, GENTLEMEN, DON'T THINK OF WALKING TO THE POLLING BOOTH; I AM SURE YOUR TIME MUST BE VALUABLE, AND HERE'S A CARRIAGE QUITE AT YOUR SERVICE."

Harry (to TOM). "THERE'S ONE GREAT BORE ABOUT A WATERING-PLACE; THEY SELL SUCH HORRID CIGARS."

DISTRESSING POSITION OF A SENTIMENTAL GENTLEMAN WHO WAS ABOUT TO OFFER HIS HAND AND HEART TO THE OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTIONS.

FIRST GET YOUR SEASONED "SCREW."

ABOUT FOUR MILES "DOWN THE ROAD" GET PROPERLY SPLASHED AT A PUBLIC-HOUSE.

City Gent (who fancies himself a Judge of a Horse, and no end of a Swell). "THAT'S A NICE LITTLE TIT, CABBY, AND BROUGHT US ALONG WELL!"

Cabby. "YESSIR! HE IS A NICE LITTLE 'OS, HE IS—BUT LOR BLESS YER! HIS 'ART'S TOO BIG FOR HIS BODY. HE'S TOO GOOD FOR MY WORK! NOW HE'D JEST SUIT SUCH A GENT AS YOU—TO DRIVE A LIGHT TEA-CART ABOUT TOWN FOR ORDERS ON A WEEK-DAY, AND TAKE THE MISSUS OUT FOR THE DAY O' SUNDAYS!"

AND RETURN HOME SMOKING A CHEROOT, TO THE ADMIRATION OF THE POPULACE.

Buyer. "IS HE WELL BROKE?"

Seller. "LOR, BLESS YE! LOOK AT HIS KNEES!"

Beggar. "DID YOU GET THE LAMB'S FRY?"

His Child. "ALL RIGHT."

Beggar. "WELL, NOW, RUN HOME AND TELL YER MOTHER NOT TO BOIL THE SPARRERGRASS TILL I COME."

London Merchant. "WHY, WHAT IS THE USE OF YOUR BEING IN A RESPECTABLE HOUSE OF BUSINESS IF YOU PROCEED IN THIS ABSURD, VULGAR MANNER? NOW, TAKE MY WORD FOR IT, UNLESS YOU MEND VERY CONSIDERABLY, YOU WILL GO ON FROM BAD TO WORSE. YOU WILL BECOME A PETTY HUCKSTER; FROM THAT YOU WILL, IN ALL PROBABILITY, GET TO BE A MERE COMMON-COUNCILMAN; THEN AN ALDERMAN; WHEN, AFTER A COURSE OF GLUTTONY AND TOMFOOLERY, PAINFUL TO THINK OF, YOU WILL MAKE A RIDICULOUS TERMINATION TO YOUR CONTEMPTIBLE CAREER BY ACTUALLY BECOMING A LORD MAYOR."

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION! — No. I. THE PARLIAMENTARY FEMALE. — No. II. THE DRAWING-ROOM.

Father of the Family. "COME, DEAR; WE SO SELDOM GO OUT TOGETHER NOW—CAN'T YOU TAKE US ALL TO THE PLAY TO-NIGHT?"

Mistress of the House and M.P. "HOW YOU TALK, CHARLES! DON'T YOU SEE THAT I AM TOO BUSY. I HAVE A COMMITTEE TO-MORROW MORNING, AND I HAVE MY SPEECH ON THE GREAT CROCHET QUESTION TO PREPARE FOR THE EVENING."

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION! — No. III. THE DINING-ROOM. — No. IV. NATURALLY THE FEMALE THINKS SHOPPING VERY TIRESOME.

Lady of the House. "NOW THEN, GIRLS! FILL YOUR GLASSES! BUMPERS! HERE'S JUST ONE TOAST WHICH I AM SURE YOU WILL ALL DRINK WITH PLEASURE. THE GENTLEMEN!!"

Superior Creature. "FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, EDWARD, DO COME AWAY! WHEN YOU ONCE GET INTO A SHOP, THERE'S NO GETTING YOU OUT AGAIN."

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION! — No. V. SPORTING FOR LADIES. — No. VI. THE BAND AT ST. JAMES'S PALACE.

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION! — No. VII. A "BUS" CONDUCTRESS. — No. VIII. MARY PROTECTING THE WEAKER SEX. — No. IX. THE ARREST BY BAILIFFS.

Old Gentleman. "YOU ARE A VERY SAUCY, IMPUDENT WOMAN, AND I'LL CERTAINLY SUMMON YOU!"

Conductress. "THANK YE, SIR! (To Driver.) GO ON, SARAH; NEVER MIND THE OLD COVE."

"AND SERVE HER RIGHT TOO—EXTRAVAGANCE IN A MAN IS, IN SOME DEGREE, EXCUSABLE, FOR HE KNOWS NO BETTER—BUT, IN A WOMAN, IT IS QUITE UNPARDONABLE."

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION! — No. X. MISS BROWN TAKES HER COUSIN OUT FISHING. — No. XI. THE WOMAN AT THE WHEEL. — THE REAL FLOWER-SHOW.

Inferior Animal. "OH DEAR! MISS BROWN! HERE'S A FISH TAKEN ALL MY BAIT. DO COME AND PUT ON ANOTHER WORM!"

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. I.— APROPOS OF BLOOMERISM. — No. II.

Visitor (who is looking at the Print of the Bloomer Costume). "WELL, NOW, UPON MY WORD, I DON'T SEE ANYTHING RIDICULOUS IN IT. I SHALL CERTAINLY ADOPT IT."

Strong-minded Lady. "FOR MY PART, I SO THOROUGHLY DESPISE CONVENTIONALITY, THAT I HAVE ORDERED ALL MY NEW THINGS TO BE MADE IN THAT VERY RATIONAL STYLE!"

THE SORT OF LEG THAT LOOKS WELL IN BLOOMER PETTILOONS.

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. III.— RESULTS OF BLOOMERISM—THE LADIES POP THE QUESTION. — No. I..— A POSER FOR A BLOOMER.

Superior Creature. "SAY! OH, SAY, DEAREST! WILL YOU BE MINE?" &c., &c.

Old Gentleman. "BEFORE I CAN ENTERTAIN YOUR PROPOSAL, AND GIVE MY CONSENT TO YOUR MARRYING MY SON, I MUST ASK YOU WHETHER YOU ARE IN A POSITION—A—TO—A—KEEP HIM IN THE STYLE TO WHICH—A—I MAY SAY—HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN ACCUSTOMED? AHEM!"

THE LADIES OF CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. V.— A PROBABLE INCIDENT IF BLOOMERISM ISN'T PUT DOWN. — No. VI.— SOMETHING MORE OF BLOOMERISM.

Maid. "IF YOU PLEASE, MISS, THE DRESSMAKER HAS BROUGHT HOME YOUR NEW—AHEM—FROCK."

(BEHIND THE COUNTER THERE IS ONE OF THE "INFERIOR ANIMALS.")

THE LADIES OF CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. VII.— BLOOMERISM IN A BALL-ROOM. — No. VIII.— BLOOMERISM AT HOME. — No. IX. EFFICIENCY OF FEMALE POLICE IN WHAT IS VULGARLY CALLED A "JOLLY ROW."

Bloomer. "MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF DANCING THE NEXT POLKA WITH YOU?"

Strong-minded Female. "NOW, DO PRAY, ALFRED, PUT DOWN THAT FOOLISH NOVEL, AND DO SOMETHING RATIONAL. GO, AND PLAY SOMETHING ON THE PIANO; YOU NEVER PRACTISE NOW YOU'RE MARRIED."

THE LADIES OF CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. X. BLOOMERIANA—DREAM .

THE LADIES OF THE CREATION—BLOOMERISM. — No. XI.— THE BARRISTER. — No. XII.— THE HEIRESS. — No. XIII.— THE SAILOR. — No. XIV.— ON THE ROAD. — No. XV.— AT THE DERBY. — No. XVI.— IN THE PARK. — THE STEEPLE-CHASE. — MR. 'ARRY BELVILLE ON THE CONTINENT GENERALLY. — SCENE.—BUREAU OF THE CHIEFS OF THE DOUANES. — OUR FRIEND BELVILLE AIRS HIS FRENCH AT BOULOGNE, TO THE ADMIRATION OF DOBBINS, WHO DOESN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE. — ON THE MOORS. — LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP. — HOW KIND. — FOLKESTONE.—ARRIVAL OF THE BOULOGNE BOAT. WIND S.W. — AN ANXIOUS MOMENT. — NOTHING LIKE KNOWING THE COUNTRY. — COOL ASSURANCE. — FASHIONS FOR FAST MEN. — THOSE SHOCKING CLUBS. — IN A VERY BAD WAY. — THE PERILS OF A COURT PRESENTATION. — FRIGHTFUL. — TRUTH IS GREAT. — A DELUSION. — MISPLACED CONFIDENCE. — A CAPITAL OFFER. — SCENE ON THE ENGLISH COAST. — THE TOO FAITHFUL PORTRAIT. — DREADFUL DESTITUTION. — A PLEDGE OF AFFECTION. — VERY PARTICULAR. — MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT. —No. I. — OUR BOYS. — USEFUL, IF NOT ORNAMENTAL. — A BACK VIEW. — SERVANTGALISM; OR, WHAT'S TO BECOME OF THE MISSUSES? —No. I. — OH! — SOCIAL STRUGGLES. — OUR "USED UP" MAN TAKES A WALK WITH HIS COUSINS IN KENSINGTON GARDENS. — AWFUL APPEARANCE OF A "WOPPS" AT A PICNIC. — NOTHING LIKE SYSTEM. — PRIVATE AND CONFIDENTIAL. — PUNCTUALITY IS THE SOUL OF BUSINESS. — EXTREMES MEET. — A LARGE BUMP OF CAUTION. — HEART-BREAKING. — A VICTIM OF PLEASURE. — A YOUNG PHILOSOPHER. — A VERY GREAT MAN. — AQUATICS. — SEA-SIDE SATURDAY EVENING.—THE ARRIVAL OF THE "HUSBANDS' BOAT." — SERVANTGALISM. —No. II. — IMPROVEMENT IN IRISH AFFAIRS. — SERVANTGALISM. —No. III. — AN IRISH HOTEL. — SERVANTGALISM. —No. IV. — SERVANTGALISM. —No. V. — AT ASCOT. — MAKING THE BEST OF IT. — SMALL BY DEGREES, AND BEAUTIFULLY LESS. — A DRAWING-ROOM ENTERTAINMENT. — THE MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT. —No. II. — BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK. — A PLEASING DELUSION. — SERVANTGALISM. —No. VI. — THE SEA-SIDE HAT. — HOW TO ESCAPE FROM A SCOLDING WIFE. — A BIT OF HIS MIND. — HOW TO GET A CONNECTION. — SERVANTGALISM. —No. VII. — AN ALARMING MESSAGE. — A MISTAKEN IMPRESSION. — TOUCHING SIMPLICITY. — AN AGED JUVENILE. — JUDICIOUS! — GOOD REASONS. — POULTRY FANCIES. — INDISCRETION. — QUITE A NOVELTY. — CURIOUS MODE OF CONDUCTING A RETAIL ESTABLISHMENT. — A VICTIM OF CIRCUMSTANCES. — AQUATICS. — OVERTAKEN BY THE TIDE.—MARGATE. — EFFECTS OF SALT WATER, AS OBSERVED AT THE REGATTA BALL. — TERRIBLE ACCIDENT. — OFF THE FORELAND. — THE NEW ARRIVAL.

First Sporting Gent (reads). "'CAUTION.—NO HORSEMAN WILL, ON ANY ACCOUNT, BE ALLOWED TO FOLLOW THE RACEHORSES OVER THE STEEPLE-CHASE COURSE.' DEAR ME! HOW PROVOKING! I SHOULD A LIKED TO HAVE POPPED OVER THIS BROOK!"

Second Gent thinks they had better not interfere with any of the Regulations.

'Arry Belville. "YES! I LIKE IT EXTREMELY. I LIKE THE Lazy Ally SORT OF FEELING. I LIKE SITTING AT THE DOOR OF A Caffy TO SMOKE MY CIGAR; AND ABOVE ALL (onter noo) IT'S A GREAT COMFORT TO WEAR ONE'S BEARD WITHOUT BEING LARFED AT!"

French Official. "YOU HAVE PASSPORT?"

English Gent. "NONO, MOSSOO."

Official. "YOUR NAME?"

Gent. "BELVILLE."

Official. "CHRISTIAN NOM?"

Gent. "'ARRY!"

Official. "PROFESSION?"

Gent. "BANKER!"

Belville. "AHEM! PARDONG MOSSOO!—ESKER VOUS AVEY-A-SUCH A CHOSE AS A-A-UNE POT—A-THAT IS A-A-UNE PO YOU KNOW-DE-DE-DE BEAR'S GREASE? COMPRENNY?—BEAR'S GREASE?"

Mr. Puff. "MY BIRD. I THINK." Mr. Muff. "BELONGS TO ME, I FANCY" &C. &C. &C.

"WO—MARE. HANG IT!—ANYTHING IN REASON I DON'T MIND; BUT, AS A FATHER OF A FAMILY, I DON'T FEEL JUSTIFIED IN GOING AT SUCH A GATE AS THAT."

Cruel Little Puth. "OH, HARRIET DEAR—PUT ON YOUR HAT AND LET US THEE THE STEAMBOAT COME IN. THE THEA IS THO ROUGH!—AND THE PEOPLE WILL BE SO ABTHURDLY THICK!!!"

"DON'T MOVE THERE, WE SHALL CLEAR YOU!"

Huntsman (to Officer going Abroad). "PLEASE BE SO GOOD, SIR, AS GIVE MY RESPECTS TO MASTER HARRY."

Officer. "OH! BUT MY BROTHER IS IN THE WEST INDIES, AND I AM GOING TO THE EAST."

Huntsman. "MAYHAP YOU'LL MEET AT T'COVER SIDE ALL THE SAME, SIR."

Undergraduate. "YOU DON'T OBJECT TO SMOKING, I HOPE?"

Old Party (probably a Director). "YES, SIR. I OBJECT VERY MUCH INDEED! IN FACT, I HAVE THE STRONGEST OBJECTION TO SMOKING!!!"

Undergraduate. "HM! HA! SOME PEOPLE HAVE."

[Smokes for the next fifty miles.

Tom. "WHICH DO YOU LIKE BEST FOR TROUSERS, BILL, CHECKS OR STRIPES?"

Bill. "WELL, I THINK CHECKS ARE UNCOMMON SUPERIOR, BUT STRIPES IS MOST NOBBY."

Charley (who is rather addicted to betting). "—AND TALKING OF GOODWOOD RACES, WE'VE GOT SUCH A JOLLY SWEEP AT OUR CLUB!"

Constance. "A SWEEP, CHARLES!—WELL! I NEVER THOUGHT MUCH OF YOUR CLUB FRIENDS, BUT I DIDN'T THINK YOU ASSOCIATED WITH PEOPLE OF THAT SORT!"

"WHY, YOU SEEM QUITE WRETCHED, FRANK!"

"WRETCHED, MY BOY! AH, YOU MAY IMAGINE HOW WRETCHED I AM, WHEN I TELL YOU I DON'T EVEN CARE HOW MY TWOWSERS ARE MADE!"

BEFORE PAYING HER RESPECTS AT ST. JAMES'S.

AFTER PAYING HER RESPECTS AT ST. JAMES'S.

Clara. "WELL, ROSE, DEAR, AND HOW DO YOU FEEL AFTER THE PARTY?"

Rose. "OH, PRETTY WELL; ONLY I HAVE HAD SUCH A HORRID DREAM! DO YOU KNOW, I DREAMT THAT THAT GREAT STUPID CAPTAIN DRAWLER UPSET A DISH OF TRIFLE OVER MY NEW LACE DRESS WITH THE BLUE SLIP?"

Unsophisticated Little Girl. "NOW, YOU A'DONE, BILLY. IF YOU AIN'T QUIET DIRECTLY, I'LL GIVE YER TO THIS GREAT, BIG HUGLY MAN!"

[Immense delight of Swell in gorgeous array.

Dean. "WELL, SIR?"

Small University Man (under the impression that he has irritated the Dean by his conspicuous moustachios). "I BELIEVE YOU WANTED TO SPEAK TO ME, SIR, ABOUT—ABOUT—MY MOUSTACHIOS!"

Dean. "SOME MISTAKE, SIR! I DIDN'T PERCEIVE THAT YOU HAD ANY!"

Exquisite (to the Mamma of Performer). "WHAT A PITY THAT GURL'S FRIENDS DON'T TAKE HER AWAY FROM THAT PIANO. SHE'S NOT BAD LOOKING, BUT SHE HAS GOT A VOICE LIKE A PEACOCK!!!"

"I SAY, GRANNY! CHARLEY SUMMERS AND I ARE GOING TO TAKE LION OUT IN A BOAT FOR A SWIM—NOW IF YOU'LL GIVE ME A SHILLING WE WILL TAKE YOU AND THE GIRLS OUT FOR A ROW!"

Georgina (in riding habit). "WELL, DEAR! I DECLARE IT'S THE VERY IMAGE OF YOU! I NEVER!"

Sarah Jane (who insists upon seeing the plate). "LIKE ME? FOR GOODNESS' SAKE DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, GEORGINA. I THINK IT'S PERFECTLY ABSURD! WHY, IT HAS GIVEN ME A STUPID LITTLE TURN-UP NOSE, AND A MOUTH THAT'S ABSOLUTELY ENORMOUS!"

First. "MY DEAR FRANK—WHAT IS THE MATTER, OLD BOY?"

Second. "OH! I AM DISTRESSED TO DEATH ABOUT MONEY MATTERS—I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SHALL DO? WHY, HERE'S JENNY LIND COMING OUT ON THURSDAY, AND I POSITIVELY HAVEN'T THE MONEY TO PAY FOR A BOX!"

Angelina. "WILL MY DARLING EDWIN GRANT HIS ANGELINA A BOON?"

Edwin. "IS THERE ANYTHING ON EARTH HER EDWIN WOULD NOT DO FOR HIS PET?—NAME THE BOON, OH, DEAREST—NAME IT!"

Angelina. "THEN, LOVE, AS WE DINE BY OURSELVES TO-MORROW, LET US, OH! LET US HAVE ROAST PORK, WITH PLENTY OF SAGE AND ONIONS!"

First Railway Porter. "WHAT DOES HE SAY, BILL?"

Second ditto. "WHY, HE SAYS HE MUST HAVE A COMPARTMENT TO HISSELF, BECAUSE HE CAN'T GET ON WITHOUT HIS SMOKE!"

Gent. "I SAY, MOSEY! WHY DON'T YER GO THE 'OLE 'OG, AND LET ALL YER BEARD GROW, LIKE ME?"

Master Tom (to Old Lady who is very nervous about fire). "IT'S ALL RIGHT, GRANMA! MY CANDLE IS OUT. I'M ONLY SMOKING MY USUAL WEED!"

Master Alfred (an ingenious Boy). "LOOK HERE, WALTER! SEE WHAT A JOLLY TARGET OLD AUNT BETSY'S ROUND HAT MAKES."

"NOW, CHARLEY! HERE'S THAT PRETTY ROUND HAT AGAIN—WE WILL HAVE A LOOK AT HER THIS TIME."

Servant Gal. "OH! IF YOU PLEASE, MAM, THERE WAS ONE OTHER THINK I SHOULD LIKE TO 'AVE SETTLED."

Lady. "YES?"

Gal. "WHERE DO YOU GO TO THE SEA-SIDE IN THE SUMMER? BECAUSE I COULDN'T STOP AT A DULL PLACE AND WHERE THE HAIR WASN'T VERY BRACING!"

Lady. "YOU DON'T MEAN TO TELL ME, MARY, THAT MY NEW CRYSTAL MILK JUG IS BRO——!"

Mary. "YES, 'M, IT'S THE ORKERDEST JUG AS HEVER I SEE—IT JEST TOOK AND TUMBLED RIGHT OFF ITS 'ANDLE!! WHICH IT'S LEFT ITS 'ANDLE IN MY 'AND, 'M."

"AW! PUMMELL, WHAT DO I OWE YOU?"

"OH! NOT MUCH, SIR. IT'S OF NO CONSEQUENCE."

"AW! NO. BUT I THINK OF TAKING THE BENEFIT OF THE ACT ABOUT CHRISTMAS; AND AS A MAN OF SYSTEM, I AM VERY PARTICULAR ABOUT EXACT AMOUNTS."

Maid. "LAW BLESS YER! THAT AIN'T MISSUS'S OWN 'AIR; IT'S A WIG!"

"NO-O-O. GOOD-NIGHT, OLD CHAP! BUSINESS IS THE SOUL OF PUNCTUALITY. I MUST GO NOW. I'VE GOT SOME BUSI-BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO—(hic)—LET-TERS TO—WRITE!"

"THIS IS YOUR BED, SIR!"

Flora. "OH, LET US SIT HERE, AUNT. THE BREEZE IS SO DELIGHTFUL."

Aunt. "YES, DOVE!—IT'S VERY NICE, I DARE SAY; BUT I WON'T COME ANY NEARER TO THE CLIFF, FOR I AM ALWAYS AFRAID OF SLIPPING THROUGH THOSE RAILINGS!"

Philanthropist. "WHAT NOW, MY MAN?"

Street Boy. "THEY'VE BEEN AND GONE AND SPIKED MY PEA-SHOOTER!"

"WHAT A STUNNING MEERSCHAUM YOU'VE GOT THERE, CHARLEY!"

"YES, I THINK IT WILL BE HANDSOME BY THE TIME I'VE PROPERLY COLOURED IT."

First Butcher-Boy. "SO THEY'VE DONE AWAY WITH SMITHFEL!"

Second Butcher-Boy. "AH! THEY'LL SOON BE BOWLING OUT HALL OUR OLD INSTITOOSHUNS."

"NOW, COLLINS YOU MUST GO OUT VERY DEEP, FOR I WANT TO TAKE A 'HEADER!'"

Flora. "WELL, BUT, TOMMY! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN ROW BOTH OF US?"

Tommy (who fancies himself a perfect Athlete in high condition). "ROW YOU! WHY, JUST YOU LOOK HERE; HERE'S A BICEPS MUSCLE FOR YOU!"

Housemaid. "WELL, SOOSAN, I'VE MADE UP MY MIND NOT TO STOP 'ERE NO LONGER TO WORK LIKE NEGROES AS WE DO!"

Cook. "NOR I, NUTHER! BUT JUST TURN THE MEAT, WILL YOU, PLEASE, THE WHILST I FINISH MY CROCHET?"

"WHOO!—WILL ANY JINTLEMAN BE SO ENGAGIN' AS TO THREAD ON THE TAIL OF ME REGISTHERED PALLYTOE?"

Old Lady. "WHAT IS IT, BOY?"

Boy. "PLEASE'M—IT'S A PAIR OF WHITE SATING SHOES, AND THE LADY'S FAN WOT'S BIN MENDED—NAME OF MISS JULIER PEARLASH!"

Old Lady. "MISS!!!!!?????"

Voice from the Area. "OH, IT'S ALL RIGHT, MUM. IT'S ME!"

Traveller. "HOLLO! WHAT THE DEUCE ARE YOU ABOUT WITH THAT GRIDIRON?"

Chambermaid. "TO BE SURE, IT'S YER HONOUR'S BED I'M WARMING; AND AIN'T OUR WARMING-PAN ENGAGED FRYING SAUSAGES?"

Servant Gal. "WELL, MAM—HEVERYTHINK CONSIDERED—I'M AFRAID YOU WONT SUIT ME. I'VE ALWAYS BIN BROUGHT UP GENTEEL; AND I COULDN'T GO NOWHERES WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FOOTMAN KEP'."

Servant Gal (who has quarrelled with her bread-and-butter). "IF YOU PLEASE, MA'AM, I FIND THERE'S COLD MEAT FOR DINNER IN THE KITCHEN, DID YOU EXPECT ME TO EAT IT?"

Lady. "OF COURSE I EXPECT YOU TO EAT IT, AND AN EXCELLENT DINNER, TOO."

Servant. "OH, THEN, IF YOU PLEASE'M, I SHOULD LIKE TO LEAVE THIS DAY WEEK."

[Exit idiot.

THE ONLY "PARTIES" WHO ENJOYED THE WET DAY.

Enthusiast. "THIS IS REALLY ADMIRABLE!—I GET MY SWIM—AND A SHOWER BATH IN!"

Shopman. "OH, I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR—BUT THE LADY LEFT HER PARASOL ON THE COUNTER!"

Swell. "HAW! YA—AS—NO! THAT IS, IT'S MY UMBRELLAW. THANKS! BY JOVE! HAW!"

"MY EYE, TOM, WHAT A 'ORRID BORE IT MUST BE FOR THE HORFICER SWELLS, NOW WE'VE TOOK TO WEARIN' OUR MOOSTARCHERS. THE GALS CAN'T TELL US FROM THEM, NOW!"

THE POPULAR AND AMUSING GAME AS AT PRESENT PLAYED IN THE PRINCIPAL THOROUGHFARES.

Smith. "HOLLO! POSTER, AIN'T YOU PRECIOUS DRUNK, RATHER?"

Post Boy. "DRUNK! NOT A BIT OF IT."

Lady. "WISH TO LEAVE? WHY, I THOUGHT, THOMPSON, YOU WERE VERY COMFORTABLE WITH ME!"

Thompson (who is extremely refined). "HOH YES, MAM! I DON'T FIND NO FAULT WITH YOU, MAM—NOR YET WITH MASTER—BUT THE TRUTH HIS, MAM—THE HOTHER SERVANTS IS SO 'ORRID VULGAR, AND HIGNORANT, AND SPEAKS SO HUNGRAMMATICAL, THAT I REELY CANNOT LIVE IN THE SAME 'OUSE WITH 'EM—AND I SHOULD LIKE TO GO THIS DAY MONTH, IF SO BE HAS IT WON'T ILLCONVENIENCE YOU!"

WHAT IS ENOUGH FOR ONE IS ENOUGH FOR TWO.

Patient (inhaling Ether). "THIS IS REALLY QUITE DELIGHTFUL—A MOST BEAUTIFUL DREAM."

Edward (to his Military Cousin). "NO! I SHAN'T! I SHAN'T GO AND SHOOT BLACKBIRDS; AND I TELL YOU WHAT, MASTER CHARLEY, YOU DRAGOON SWELLS WON'T HAVE QUITE SUCH A PULL UPON US CIVILIANS NOW, FOR WE ARE ALL GOING TO GROW BEARDS AND MOUSTACHIOS."

Shopman (to Ancient Party). "YES, MISS—THANK YOU, MISS—IS THERE ANY OTHER ARTICLE, MISS?—CAN WE SEND IT FOR YOU, MISS?"

[Old Lady thinks it SUCH a nice shop, and SUCH well-behaved young men.

'Ousemaid (from Town). "IS HANN JENKINS AT HOME?"

Suburban Cook. "NO, SHE HAS JUST GONE TO HER MILLINER'S!"

'Ousemaid. "THEN GIVE HER MY CARD, PLEASE, AND SAY, I 'OPE SHE GOT HOME SAFELY FROM THE BALL."

"IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, MOTHER'S TOOK THE LOTION, AND RUBBED HER LEG WITH THE MIXTURE!"

First Young Lady. "OH, DEAR. HOW DULL THE OLD TOWN IS, NOW ALL THE OFFICERS ARE GONE ABROAD!"

Second ditto (a trifle older). "H'M—FOR MY PART, I'M VERY GLAD THEY'RE GONE, FOR THEY WERE ALWAYS FOLLOWING ONE ABOUT!"

Little Wife (eagerly opening the door for dear Edwin). "OH, SEE, DEAR, WHAT I HAVE FOR YOU—I'M SURE UNCLE HAS GOT YOU AN APPOINTMENT UNDER GOVERNMENT AT LAST—FOR HERE'S A LETTER MARKED IMMEDIATE, AND 'ON HER MAJESTY'S SERVICE!'"

[Poor little soul! what does she know about Rates and Taxes?

Miss Flora Macfungus. "I DARESAY YOU THINK ME A VERY ODD GIRL; AND, INDEED, MAMMA SAYS I'M A GIDDY, THOUGHTLESS CREATURE, AND"—

Partner. "OH, HERE'S A VACANT SEAT, I THINK."

"STAND ON MY HEAD, MARM, FOR A PENNY."

"NO, LITTLE BOY—THERE IS A PENNY FOR KEEPING RIGHT END UPWARDS."

Railway Official. "YOU'D BETTER NOT SMOKE, SIR!"

Traveller. "THAT'S WHAT MY FRIENDS SAY."

Railway Official. "BUT YOU MUSN'T SMOKE, SIR!"

Traveller. "SO MY DOCTOR TELLS ME."

Railway Official (indignantly). "BUT YOU SHAN'T SMOKE, SIR!"

Traveller. "AH! JUST WHAT MY WIFE SAYS."

NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY A "COCHIN" IT FOR THROWING STONES AT THE FOWLS.

Lydia. "DON'T, HORACE.—LOOK AT OLD TOMKINS SITTING AT HIS WINDOW."

Amiable Experimentalist. "MAKES A DELICIOUS SIDE-DISH, DOESN'T IT? BUT IT IS NOT THE COMMON MUSHROOM; IT'S A LARGE FUNGUS CALLED THE AGARICUS PROCERUS. IT GROWS SOLITARY IN HEDGE-ROWS, IS CALLED COLUBRINUS, FROM THE SNAKE-LIKE MARKINGS ON ITS STEM. THE PILEUS IS COVERED WITH SCALES, WHICH ARE FORMED BY THE BREAKING-UP OF THE MUD-COLOURED EPIDERMIS. AND——

[General panic takes place.]

Old Gentleman. "WHY, FREDERICK, WHAT A DISGRACEFUL STATE YOU'RE IN, SIR!—WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"

Frederick. "COULDN'T—GET A SEAT—SO—I'VE BEEN—TO—TH'—CLUB."

Small Boy. "NOW, THEN! ALL TOGETHER!"

— Weatherspoon, Esq. (of the Oriana, R.V.S.). "I SAY, TOM, WHAT'S THAT LITTLE CRAFT WITH THE BLACK VELVET FLYING AT THE FORE, CLOSE UNDER THE LEE-SCUPPERS OF THE MAN-OF-WAR?"

Honourable Binnacle (of the Matilda, R.V.Y.C.). "WHY, FROM HER FORE AND AFT RIG, AND THE CUT OF HER MAINSAIL, I SHOULD SAY SHE'S DOWN FROM THE PORT OF LONDON; BUT I'LL SIGNAL THE COMMODORE TO COME AND INTRODUCE US."

"WE KNEW HOW IT WOULD BE—GIRLS HOLDING THOSE GREAT ROUND HATS OVER THEIR EYES, SO THAT THEY CAN'T SEE WHERE THEY ARE GOING.—WHY HERE'S FLORA PLUMLEY RUN RIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF THAT YOUNG HORACE SPANKER, WHO HASN'T A PENNY."—Extract from our Aunt's Letter.

Old Lady (loquitur). "NOW, MY GOOD MAN, I HOPE YOU ARE SURE IT WOULD REALLY DO ME GOOD, BECAUSE I CANNOT TOUCH IT BUT AS MEDICINE!"

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. I.— CROWDED STATE OF LODGING-HOUSES. — No. II.— YOUNG ENGLAND. — No. III.— PUZZLED VISITORS. — No. IV.— WONDERFUL OBJECTS.

Lodging-house Keeper. "ON'Y THIS ROOM TO LET, MEM. A FOUR POST—A TENT—AND A VERY COMFORTABLE DOUBLE-BEDDED CHEST OF DRAWERS FOR THE YOUNG GENTLEMEN."

"DOOCED GRATIFYING, AIN'T IT CHARLES, TO SEE SA MUCH IN-DASTRY?"

"MON DIEU, ALPHONSE! REGARDEZ-DONC. COMMENT APPELLE-T-ON CETTE MACHINE LÀ?"

"TIENS, C'EST DRÔLE—MAIS JE NE SAIS PAS."

A GENTLEMAN FROM THE COUNTRY MISTAKES THE CRYSTAL SENT BY THE DUKE OF DEVONSHIRE FOR THE KOH-I-NOOR DIAMOND.

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851 — No. V.— THEATRICAL DEPRESSION. — VI.— A STAGGERER FOR AN EXCURSIONIST. — No. VII.— HOTELS ARE QUITE FULL. — No. VIII.— AWFUL RESULT OF GIVING A SEASON TICKET TO YOUR WIFE.

Manager. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN—A—I MEAN RESPECTED INDIVIDUAL,—IN CONSEQUENCE OF THE GREAT ATTRACTION OF THE EXHIBITION OF CRYSTAL PALACE, I BEG TO ANNOUNCE TO YOU THAT THIS RIDICULOUS FARCE OF OPENING MY THEATRE WILL NOT BE REPEATED; AND YOUR ORDER WILL BE RETURNED TO YOU ON APPLICATION AT THE BOX-OFFICE."

Foreigner (with profuse gesticulation). "PARDON, M'SIEU! FAUT-IL ALLER A DROITE, A GAUCHE, OU EN FACE, POUR ME RENDRE À PEEK-A-PEEK-A-DELEE?" (Piccadilly.)

Waterman. "VAT TIME WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR HOT WATER, SIR?"

Mary. "PLEASE, SIR, COOK'S GONE OUT FOR A HOLIDAY; AND MISSUS DIDN'T SAY NOTHING ABOUT NO DINNER, SIR. MISSUS WENT EARLY TO THE EXHIBITION WITH SOME LUNCH IN A BASKET, AND SAID SHE SHOULDN'T BE HOME UNTIL TEA TIME."

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. IX.— THE LOOKING-GLASS DEPARTMENT. — No. X.— A DELICATE ATTENTION.

AN OLD GENTLEMAN, ANXIOUS THAT HIS WIFE SHOULD POSSESS SOME TRIFLE FROM THE GREAT EXHIBITION, PURCHASES (AMONGST OTHER THINGS) THE STUFFED ELEPHANT, AND THE MODEL OF THE DODO.

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XI.— NEW FASHIONS. — No. XII.— SINCERE GRIEF AT THE DESTRUCTION OF THE CRYSTAL PALACE. — No. XIII.— THE LADIES AND THE POLICE—THE BATTLE OF THE CRYSTAL PALACE.

Hatter. "YOU COULDN'T HAVE A MORE BECOMING HAT, SIR—AND THEY'LL BE A GREAT DEAL WORN AT THE OPENING OF THE EXHIBITION."

Omnibus Man. "OH, WHAT A HORRID SHAME TO PULL DOWN SUCH A B-B-B-BE-AUTIFUL B-B-B-UILDING!"

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XIV.— AN INTERESTING COUPLE. — No. XV.— REFRESHMENT ROOM. — No. XVI.— THE NORTH-AMERICAN LODGERS IN 1851.

THEY CAN'T THINK WHERE MAMMA CAN HAVE GOT TO—THEY HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR HER EVERYWHERE.

[N.B. The most remote Refreshment-room selected.

Visitor. "PINT O' BEER, MISS, PLEASE."

Miss. "DON'T KEEP IT. YOU CAN HAVE A STRAWBERRY ICE AND A WAFER."

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XVII. PERFIDIOUS ALBION LETS HIS DRAWING-ROOM FLOOR TO A DISTINGUISHED FOREIGNER.—THE RESULT. — No. XVIII.— DINING-ROOMS.

Waiter (to Chinaman). "VERY NICE BIRD'S-NEST SOUP, SIR?—YES, SIR!—RAT PIE, SIR, JUST UP—YES, SIR!—AND A NICE LITTLE DOG TO FOLLER—YES, SIR!"

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XIX. — No. XX. — No. XXI. BRITANNIA HAS THE INDUSTRY OF ALL-THE-WORLD AND HIS WIFE, TO SPEND A FEW MONTHS WITH HER.

HERE YOU HAVE A REPRESENTATION OF THAT NOBLE CHARACTER, THE BRITISH MERCHANT, TAKING LEAVE OF HIS SENSES—AND HIS BUSINESS—TO LOUNGE ABOUT THE CRYSTAL PALACE.

THE TRADESMAN AT THE WEST END IS OBLIGED TO GIVE UP HIS TRADE, AND BREED POULTRY.

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XXII. THE CRUSH ROOM AT THE OPERA.—"MR. CHAWBACON'S CART STOPS THE WAY! " — No. XXIII. MR. CHAWBACON "COMING DOWN." — No. XXIV. FANCY PORTRAIT OF THE GENTLEMAN WHO HAS BEEN HONOURABLY MENTIONED BY PRINCE ALBERT!

"HONOURABLY MENTIONED, INDEED! IS THAT ALL? SCANDALOUS!"

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION.—1851. — No. XXV. DINNER-TIME AT THE CRYSTAL PALACE.

MEMORIALS OF THE GREAT EXHIBITION—1851. — No. XXV. THE GREAT DERBY RACE FOR EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY-ONE. — FROM THE MINING DISTRICTS. — WHAT WILL HE DO WITH THEM? — RAILWAY MISERIES. — SERVANTGALISM; OR, WHAT'S TO BECOME OF THE MISSUSES? —No. VIII. — THE ST. BERNARD MASTIFF. A HAPPY DOG—RATHER! — PRUDENCE AND IMPRUDENCE. — COUNTRY RACES. — FRIENDLY, BUT VERY UNPLEASANT. — AN EASY FORECAST. — GOING OUT ARRESTING. — A GREAT MISFORTUNE. — WHERE IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS. — MARCH OF LUXURY. — COMPLIMENTS. — VISIT TO THE ANTEDILUVIAN REPTILES AT SYDENHAM—MASTER TOM STRONGLY OBJECTS TO HAVING HIS MIND IMPROVED. — A HORRIBLE IDEA. — FINE BUSINESS, INDEED! THE WRETCH! — THE SEA-SIDE HAT—A HINT TO MATERFAMILIAS. — A FRESH MORNING. — IMPUDENCE. — GORGEOUS SPECTACLE. — NATIVE POLITENESS. — " YOUTH AT THE PROW, AND PLEASURE AT THE HELM. " — VERY ACCOMMODATING. — PROBABLE RESULT OF THE COCHIN CHINA FOWL MANIA. — TOO POPULAR BY HALF. — TASTE IN THE DRAWING-ROOM.—VILLIKINS AND HIS DINAH. — THE BATTLE OF THE PIANOS. — FAMILIARITY. — APPROPRIATE. — MIGHT VERSUS RIGHT. — A HANSOM OFFER. — POULTRY FANCIES.—THE PETS. — TRAVELLERS' REQUISITES. — MOST DISTRESSING. — HOW TO FLATTER A GENT. — EDUCATIONAL MOVEMENT. — AN EXCITED NIMROD , — FLY-FISHING. — "ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE," &c. — PLEASURES OF HOUSEKEEPING. — WHAT'S THE MATTER? — A ROUGH COUNTRY. — SUGGESTIVE OF A PICTURESQUE FIGURE. — THE RETURN FROM A MASQUERADE. — DOUBTFUL. — A CAUSE FOR REPROOF. — AWKWARD CONSEQUENCES OF REMOVING THE SOLDIERS FROM KNIGHTSBRIDGE. — REDUCED CIRCUMSTANCES. — THE CONSTITUTIONAL WALK. — THE DOCILE HUSBAND. — A MAN OF OPINION. — JEALOUSY. — A NICE TEAM. — A BRILLIANT IDEA. — AN EXPERIENCED VETERAN. — EXTREME DELICACY. — THE WELLINGTON STATUE. — THE POULTRY MANIA. — COMPLIMENTARY. — AN INQUIRING MIND. — SOMETIMES YOU "PICK UP" HUNTERS FOR NEXT TO NOTHING. — A LUCID EXPLANATION. — PERFECT SINCERITY, OR THINKINGS ALOUD. —No. IV. — THE AGONY COLUMN. — THE INFLUENZA. — AN IMPOSSIBILITY. — BACHELOR HOUSEKEEPING. — A FOOLISH AND A BETTING MAN. — A WISER AND A BETTER MAN. — MISUNDERSTANDING. — PLEASANT! — INSULTING A SCOTCHMAN. — THE MAN IN BRASS LAMENTING THE DECLINE OF THE LORD MAYOR'S SHOW. — " BOLTED! " — THE BETTING FEVER. — ONE OF THE EFFECTS OF THE BLACKGUARD BETTING OFFICES. — PEPPERING A GENT. — GAMMON. — BALLOONING. — EVIL COMMUNICATIONS. — WHO WOULDN'T KEEP A FOOTMAN? — DELIGHTFUL OUT-DOOR EXERCISE IN WARM WEATHER. — A SMART YOUTH. — AN UNREASONABLE COMPLAINT. — BY THE "SAD SEA WAVES."

Assiduous Young Curate. "WELL, THEN, I DO HOPE I SHALL HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SEEING BOTH OF YOU NEXT SUNDAY!"

Miner. "OI, THEE MAY'ST COAM IF 'E WULL. WE FOIGHT ON THE CROFT, AND OLD JOE TANNER BRINGS TH' BEER."

Youthful Costermonger. "NOW THEN, GUV'NER, 'AVE THE LAST ROPE FOR A PENNY!"

Porter. "IS THIS YOUR LUGGAGE, SIR?"

Piscator. "CONFOUND IT, NO! WE WANT SOME FISHING-RODS, A CAN OF LIVE-BAIT, AND A HAMPER."

Porter. "OH—DO YOU, SIR? WHY, THEY'RE GONE ON TO BRISTOL."

Cook. "WELL, TO BE SURE, MUM! LAST PLACE I WERE IN, MISSIS ALWAYS KNOCKED AT THE DOOR AFORE SHE COME INTO MY KITCHEN!!"

Old Gentleman. "A VERY NASTY JUMP, THAT! I SHALL GO ROUND BY SHUFFLER'S BOTTOM."

Juvenile. "COME ALONG, OLD MAN! FOLLOW ME, AND I'LL SHOW YOU ALL THE SPORT."

[Exit YOUNG HOPEFUL over the palings.

GENTLEMEN RIDERS, WHO ARE SO LIKE PROFESSIONAL JOCKS, YOU CAN HARDLY TELL THE DIFFERENCE!

Lively Party (charging ELDERLY GENTLEMAN with his umbrella). "HULLO, JONES!"

[Disgust of ELDERLY PARTY, whose name is SMITH.

Gipsy. "HAVE YOUR FORTUNE TOLD, MY PRETTY GENTLEMAN?"

Pretty Gent. "OH! LAWK! DON'T MENTION IT!"

"VELL, AARON, MY TEAR, 'AVE YER 'AD ANY SPORT?"

"PRETTY VELL. I'VE BAGGED FOUR ALLOTTEES AND TWO PROVISIONALS."

First Juvenile (in Cab). "WELL, CHARLEY, HAVE YOU HAD IT OUT WITH THE OLD BOY?"

Second Juvenile. "YA—AS; AND—AW—WHAT DO YOU THINK THE UNDUTIFUL OLD GOVERNOR SA—AYS?"

First Juvenile. "HAVEN'T THE LEAST ID—EAW."

Second Juvenile. "WHY, HE SA—AYS I MUST DO SOMETHING TO GET MY OWN LIVING!"

First Juvenile. "OH LAW! WHAT A HORRID BAW!"

Engineer. "DON'T BE ALARMED, MA'AM, IT'S ONLY A DUMPY LEVELLER."

Old Lady. "LAW! DEAR NOW! WELL, I'M SURE I THOUGHT IT WAS A BLUNDERBUST. BUT DON'T FIRE IT OFF, YOUNG MAN, TILL I'M GOT BY, FOR I WAS ALWAYS TERRIBLE FEARED OF GUNS."

Customer. "HI! JAMES."

Potboy. "NOW THEN, WHAT IS IT?"

Customer. "JUST POP MY ARF-AN-ARF IN THE HICE FOR A MINIT. THAT'S A GOOD LAD."

First Cabby (who is run up against). "NOW, THEN! 'VHERE DID YOU PICK UP THAT OLD STRAWBERRY POTTLE YOU CALLS A CAB?"

Second Cabby (who retorts). "SAME PLACE WHERE YER FOUND THAT BIT OF OLD RAG YER CALLS A 'ORSE."

First Languid Swell. "GOOD GWACIOUS, ALFRED! ARE YOU ILL?"

Second ditto, ditto (gasping). "ILL! AW! YES! NO! I SHALL BE ALL RIGHT DIRECTLY. BUT—I—CONFESS—THE—SIGHT OF THAT FEMALE'S UMBRELLAW—COMPLETELY—FLAWED ME—MY DEAR CHARLES—CONCEIVE BEING OBLIGED TO CARRY—BUT NO, THE THOUGHT IS—TOO HORRIBLE!"

[They shudder, and walk on.

Master of the House. "OH! MARY! WHAT IS THERE FOR DINNER TO-DAY?"

Mary. "I THINK, SIR, IT'S COLD MUTTON, SIR."

Master of the House. "H'M!—OH! TELL YOUR MISTRESS, WHEN SHE COMES IN, THAT I MAY POSSIBLY BE DETAINED IN THE CITY ON BUSINESS, AND SHE IS ON NO ACCOUNT TO WAIT DINNER FOR ME."

Horse Guard. "NOW, YOU BOY! YOU MUSN'T HANG ABOUT HERE."

Boy. "OH! YES, MR. HANGABOUT. I SUPPOSE I MAY SET MY WATCH BY YOUR CLOCK, AS WELL AS ANY OTHER GENT."

Sarah Jane. "OH, BETSY, COME 'ERE, AND BRING HISABELLER! WE CAN SEE THE 'OOFS OF THE 'ORSES!!"

Boy (to be-witch-ing Old Lady of Fashion). "WAS YOU A LOOKING FOR A BROOM, MARM?"

"THE HAPPY PAIR THEN STARTED FOR THE CONTINENT, VIA FOLKESTONE, TO SPEND THE HONEYMOON."

Cabman. "WANT A CAB, SIR? TAKE YER ANYVERE, ANY DISTANCE, ANY PRICE, AND WHEN YER PLEASE. TROT YER DOWN TO VITECHAPEL OR 'ACKNEY, OR SPIN YER ALONG LIKE ONE O'CLOCK TO HEGHAM, STAINES, OR WINDSOR."

Boy (singing). "LOVER-LY LUCY NEAL, OH LOVER-LY LUCY NEAL, HIF I 'AD YOU BY MY SI-I-HIDE, 'OW 'APPY I SHOULD FEEL!"

Young Lady (who ought to know better). "NOW, WILLIAM, YOU ARE NOT LOW ENOUGH YET. BEGIN AGAIN AT 'HE TOOK THE COLD PIZEN.'"

"NOW, THEN, THOMAS, TELL YOUR OLD MAN TO PULL ON A PEG, AND LET ME GET UP TO MY PAWNBROKER'S!"

First Citizen. "I SAY, BILL—I WONDER WHAT HE CALLS HISSELF?"

Second Ditto. "BLOWED IF I KNOW!—BUT I CALLS HIM A BLOATED HARISTOCRAT."

Navigator. "WHAT'S THAT YOU SAY?"

Policeman. "WHY, I'LL TAKE YOU TO THE STATION HOUSE, IF YOU DON'T MOVE ON."

Navigator. "YOU TAKE ME TO THE STATION-HOUSE? TEN ON YOU MIGHT!"

Cabman (condescendingly). "HAMPSTEAD! LET'S SEE—THE FARE'S ABOUT NINE BOB, AS NEAR AS MAY BE; BUT, AS I WANT A DRIVE IN THE FRESH HAIR MYSELF, SUPPOSE WE SAY THREE 'ARF CROWNS?"

Old Lady. "WELL, HE HAS GROWN; AND, REALLY, I THINK HE MIGHT LEAVE OFF THOSE FROCKS, AND HAVE A SUIT OF CLOTHES LIKE HIS BROTHERS."

Railway Porter. "ANY LUGGAGE, SIR?"

Traveller. "YAS—CARPET-BAG AND CIGAR-CASE."

POOR STUBBS!—JUST AS HE MEETS THOSE NICE GIRLS HE ADMIRED SO AT M.'S PARTY, AN ENORMOUS BLACK SETTLES ON HIS NOSE. HE LOSES ALL PRESENCE OF MIND.

Mr. Noses. "GOT ANY OLD CLOTHES, SIR? (whispers) ANY LEFT-OFF UNIFORMS, CAPTAIN?"

Man of Refinement. "NOW DON'T, MY GOOD MAN—PRAY DON'T!—I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY. YOU ARE GOING TO SAY 'YA!—HA!—SPARRERGRASS.' DO ALLOW ME TO PERSUADE YOU TO CALL IT ASPARAGUS—AND HERE IS SIXPENCE FOR YOU."

HAVING BEEN THROWN OUT, IS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HE HAS COME UP WITH SOME OF THE TAIL HOUNDS—"HUIC FOR-R-A-D-E—FOR-R-A-A-D THEN!"

[Great demonstration of disgust on the part of Old Gentleman out shooting.

MR. BUNGLE ALWAYS MAKES HIS FLIES ON THE BANK OF THE STREAM. HERE IS ONE OF HIS MOST SUCCESSFUL EFFORTS.

Young Lady (whose birthday it is). "OH, YES! I HAVE HAD A GREAT NUMBER OF NICE PRESENTS; BUT I WONDER WHO SENT ME THIS BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET?"

Handsome Party (with moustaches, presence of mind, and great expression of eye). "AND CAN'T YOU GUESS?" (Sighs deeply.)

[N.B. Poor BINKS, who was at all the trouble and expense of getting the said bouquet from Covent Garden, is supposed to be watching the effect of his gift with some anxiety.

THE INTELLIGENT READER IS REQUESTED TO IMAGINE THAT THE GATES IN THE ABOVE CARTOON HAVE JUST BEEN THOROUGHLY CLEANED, AND FRESH PAINTED. ON HIS RETURN FROM THE CITY, MR. BRIGGS FINDS THAT RUDE BOYS (TOTALLY REGARDLESS OF HIS FEELINGS) HAVE BEEN FARTHER DECORATING THEM.

MAN IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE TAKEN THE WRONG TURNING—THAT'S ALL!

Boy. "NOA, SIR! THERE AIN'T NO OTHER GATE OUT O' THIS VIELD, YOU MUST FOLLER THAT GENTLEMAN ON THE GRAY HORSE."

Fox Hunter. "WHAT, THAT GENT? OH! THANK YER!"

Stout Old Gentleman. "A SHOWER-BATH MAKE YOUR HAIR IN A MESS! NOT A BIT OF IT, IF YOU WEAR AN OIL-SKIN CAP LIKE THIS, AS I DO."

Boy. "COME IN, SIR! YOU'VE NO CALL TO BE AFRAID! I'VE GOT HIM QUITE TIGHT."

Lady (severely). "JANET, I MUST DESIRE YOU TO GO AT ONCE AND DRESS YOUR HAIR IN A BECOMING MANNER, AND NOT TO IMITATE ME SO ABSURDLY."

Housemaid. "IF YOU PLEASE 'M, ME, AND COOK, AND MARY, WISHES TO LEAVE, THIS DAY MONTH, MA'AM."

Mary. "IF YOU PLEASE, SIR, IF YOU'VE DONE WITH THE INK, WILL YOU LET WILLIAM HAVE IT TO CLEAN YOUR BOOTS? BECAUSE IT'S ALL THE BLACKING WE'VE GOT IN THE HOUSE."

Lady. "DEAR, DEAR, IT'S COMING ON TO RAIN! RUN, JAMES! QUICK, AND FETCH AN UMBRELLA, AND TWO PARASOLS. I'M AFRAID MY POOR DEAR COCHINS WILL GET THE RHEUMATISM."

M.P. "DID YOU SEE THIS ADMIRABLE SUGGESTION IN THE PAPER, TO PULL DOWN THE TEMPLE BAR?"

Swell. "PULL DOWN THE TEMPLE BAR! A MOST EARNESTLY HOPE NOT—WHY, GOOD GWACIOUS! IT'S THE PWINCIPAL BARWIER BETWEEN US AND THE HORWID CITY!"

Chorus (of Nice Young Ladies). "OH! OF ALL AND OF ALL I NEVER! ISN'T IT THE DARLINGIST, SWEETEST, PRETTIEST, LITTLE DEAR DARLING DARLING! OH! DID YOU EVER!!"

Solo (by horrid plain-spoken Boy). "H'M! I THINK IT'S A NASTY, UGLY LITTLE BEAST, FOR ALL THE WORLD LIKE A CAT OR A MONKEY."

[Sensation.

Matilda. "OH, LOOK YE HERE, TOMMY! S'POSE WE PLAY AT YOUR BEING THE BIG FOOTMAN, AND ME AND LIZZERBUTH'LL BE THE FINE LADIES IN THE CARRIDGE!"

Managing Mamma. "MY GOODNESS, ELLEN, HOW WRETCHEDLY PALE YOU LOOK! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE BITE YOUR LIPS AND RUB YOUR CHEEKS."

Exquisite in Cab. "AW—BE KIND ENOUGH, IF YOU PLEASE, TO FETCH—AW—AN—AW—UMBRELLAW, AND HOLD IT OV-AW ME WHILE I—AW—GET OUT."

AWFUL APPARITION TO A GENTLEMAN WHILST SHAVING, IN THE EDGEWARE ROAD.

Miss ——. "GOOD GRACIOUS, EMILY. WHAT HORRID FRIGHTS!"

Emily. "FRIGHTS? MY DEAR? WHY THEY ARE LOVELY COCHIN CHINA FOWLS, AND WORTH—OH! EVER SO MUCH."

Bus Driver. "NOW THEN, OUT OF THE WAY, YOU TWO!"

Omnibus Driver. "REELY NOW! AND SO THE 'LECTRIC FLUID TAKES A MESSAGE BETWEEN DOVER AND CALAIS. (Inquiringly.) PRAY, SIR, WOT'S IT LIKE? IS IT ANYTHING LIKE BEER, FOR EXAMPLE?"

Dealer. "THERE NOW! YOU WANT A HUNTER. THERE HE IS. HE'S QUIET, WELL-BRED, AND LAW! WITH YOUR WEIGHT, HE'S UP TO ANY HOUNDS, AND AN UNCOMMON CLEVER FENCER!"

Sporting Gent. "OH! COME NOW! THAT WON'T DO. I'VE HEARD OF A 'ORSE DANCING; BUT I'M NOT SO JOLLY GREEN AS TO BELIEVE A 'ORSE CAN FENCE, YOU KNOW!"

Passenger. "SIXPENCE! WHY, IT'S MARKED UP THREEPENCE!"

Conductor. "YES, SIR. THREPPUNSE WHEN YOU DON'T GET IN BETWEEN CHARING CROSS AND THE BANK, OR FROM TUESDAYS TO MILE END DOWN TO THE GATE BY UNGERFOD, OR EDGER ROAD TO BLACK LION LANE OR RATHBONE PLACE AND BLACKWALL RAILWAY—OR ELSE YOU MUST GET OUT AT ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD, OR YOU CAN GO TO PIMLICO ALL THE WAY IF YOU LIKE—BEYOND THAT DISTANCE—IT'S SIXPUNSE!"

Genius. "BY THE WAY, DID YOU GLANCE OVER THAT ARTICLE OF MINE ON 'THE INTELLECT OF WOMAN, AND HER SOCIAL POSITION?' I DON'T CARE TWOPENCE ABOUT YOUR OPINION; ONLY IF YOU CAN SAY SOMETHING FAVOURABLE OF COURSE I SHALL BE PLEASED."

Common Sense. "WHY, I TRIED IT, BUT UPON MY LIFE I FOUND IT SUCH CONTEMPTIBLE RUBBISH, THAT I COULDN'T GET ON: AND, TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH, I THINK THAT A SNUG LITTLE THING IN THE CHEESEMONGERING LINE WOULD BE MORE IN YOUR WAY THAN LITERATURE."

Genius. "AH! YOU MUST BE A FOOL!"

"I WISH, MISTER, YOU WOULD BE SO GOOD AS TO STOP THE PRESS AND PUT THIS IN A GOOD PLACE (reads): 'Hemily, Don't delay, but return to yer broken-arted Adolphus, or there's no knowing what may be the consequence!!!'"

"THIS IS REALLY VERY KIND OF YOU TO CALL. CAN I OFFER YOU ANYTHING—A BASIN OF GRUEL, OR A GLASS OF COUGH MIXTURE? DON'T SAY NO."

Gent. "WAITER! CHOP AND A PINT OF STOUT; AND LOOK SHARP."

Waiter. "OH, YES! IT'S ALL VERY WELL TO SAY LOOK SHARP."

Mr. Brown. "PRAY, JANE, WHAT ON EARTH IS THE REASON I AM KEPT WAITING FOR MY BREAKFAST IN THIS WAY?"

Jane. "PLEASE, SIR, THE ROLLS ISN'T COME, AND THERE'S NO BREAD IN THE HOUSE!"

Mr. Brown. "NOW, UPON MY WORD! HOW CAN YOU ANNOY ME WITH SUCH TRIFLES? NO BREAD, THEN BRING ME SOME TOAST."

[Exit JANE in dismay.

Railway Porter. "FIRST CLASS, SIR?"

Unfortunate Oxonian. "NO! PLUCKED!"

Affectionate Little Wife (who has made many abortive attempts to fathom the secrets of Freemasonry). "WELL, BUT DEAR! TELL ME ONE THING, DO THEY PUT YOU INTO A COFFIN?"

Boy. "HERE YOU AIR, SIR! THREE PAIR O' TROWSER STRAPS FOR SIXPENCE."

Sporting Character. "I DON'T EXACTLY LIKE ROBBING MASTER, BUT I MUST MEET MY ENGAGEMENTS."

Conductor (very loud). "GO ON, BILL; HERE'S THAT UGLY OLD COVE, WOT ALWAYS KICKS UP SUCH A ROW, AND MAKES HISSELF SO DISAGREEABLE, JUST GOT IN!"

Driver. "OH, HAS HE? I'VE A DOOCED GOOD MIND TO PITCH HIM OVER, AND BREAK HIS STUPID OLD 'ED!!"

Ostler. "PLEASE TO TAKE 'IM GENTLY OVER THE WOOD-PAVEMENT, SIR; FOR HE'S WERRY FRESH THIS MORNING."

(AFTER A GREAT DEAL OF COAXING AND PERSUASION, MASTER TOM IS PREVAILED UPON TO PAY HIS QUARTERLY VISIT TO THE DENTIST. INCONSIDERATE AND VULGAR STREET BOYS UNFORTUNATELY PASS AT THE MOMENT HIS OBJECTIONS ARE OVERCOME.)

First Inconsiderate Street Boy. "OH CRIKEY! IF HERE AIN'T A CHAP GOIN' TO HAVE A GRINDER OUT. MY EYE, WHAT FANGS!"

Second Inconsiderate Do. Do. "OH, I WOULDN'T BE 'IM. WON'T THERE BE A SCR-E-W-A-U-N-CH NEETHER!"

[And of course MASTER TOM relapses into his previous very obstinate state.

RUNNING AFTER "ANOTHER FOUR!" AT CRICKET, AMIDST DERISIVE SHOUTS OF "NOW THEN, BUTTERFINGERS!"—"OH! OH!"—"THROW IT IN! LOOK SHARP!"—"QUICK! IN WITH IT!" &C., &C.

Old Gentleman. "BLESS MY HEART! THIS VIBRATION OF THE CARRIAGE IS VERY UNUSUAL! PRAY, MY LITTLE MAN, HAVE YOU ANY APPREHENSION OF ACCIDENTS ON RAILWAYS?"

Juvenile. "OH, NONE IN THE LEAST; AND ESPECIALLY WITH SUCH A FAT OLD BUFFER AS YOU TO BE SHOT AGAINST."

Indignant Party. "WHAT? A SHILLING FOR THE TWO MILES, AND A SIXPENCE BESIDES! WHY, YOU DON'T CALL ME AN EXTRA PERSON?"

Cabman. "OH! DON'T I THO!"

TABLEAU REPRESENTING A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHO FANCIES HE IS ALONE, AND TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY OF GOING THROUGH THE LAST SCENE OF "LUCIA."

N.B. The Young Gentleman's voice is of the most feeble and uncertain quality.

THE GREAT CHARTIST DEMONSTRATION. — No. I.— A LOYAL CITIZEN. — NO. II.- SPECIAL CONSTABLE GOING ON DUTY. — No. III.— DISTRIBUTION OF THE STAVES. — No. IV.— PREPARING FOR ACTION. — No. V.— RELIEF DUTY.

Magistrate. "NOW, SIR, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Nervous Gent. "I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR; BUT I WISH TO BE SWORN IN AS A CH-CH-CHARTIST—I MEAN AS A SP-SP-SPECIAL C-CONSTABLE!"

Time—Two in the Morning.

Captain of the Beat. "OH! WE HAVE JUST LOOKED IN TO SAY THAT IT IS YOUR TURN TO GO ON DUTY. THE ROOKERY AT THE BACK OF SLAUGHTER'S ALLEY IS YOUR BEAT, I BELIEVE. YOU WILL LOSE NO TIME, IF YOU PLEASE. FOR ITS A DREADFUL NEIGHBOURHOOD, AND ALL THE POLICE HAVE BEEN WITHDRAWN—INDEED, SEVERAL MOST BRUTAL AND SAVAGE ATTACKS HAVE TAKEN PLACE ALREADY!"

SPECIAL CONSTABLE DRYING HIS GUNPOWDER IN THE FRYING-PAN.

Special's Wife. "CONTRARY TO REGULATIONS, INDEED! FIDDLESTICKS! I MUST INSIST, FREDERICK, UPON YOUR TAKING THIS HOT BRANDY-AND-WATER. I SHALL BE HAVING YOU LAID UP NEXT, AND NOT FIT FOR ANYTHING."

THE GREAT CHARTIST DEMONSTRATION. — No. VI.— IN ACTION. — No. VII.— OUT OF WORK. — No. VIII.— AN AGREEABLE DUTY.

Special Constable. "NOW MIND, YOU KNOW—IF I KILL YOU, IT'S NOTHING; BUT IF YOU KILL ME, BY JINGO, IT'S MURDER."

First. "TALK OF INTERRUPTION TO BUSINESS! VY, I GIVE YER MY VORD OF HONOUR, THAT WOT WITH THEM SPECIALS AND THE REGLAR CRUSHERS, I AIN'T SO MUCH AS PRIGGED A SINGLE HANDKERCHER FOR A VEEK."

Second. "OH, IT'S ENUFF TO MAKE VUN TURN RESPECTABLE."

Special Constable. "I BEG YOUR PARDON, YOUNG LADIES, BUT YOURS IS A VERY DANGEROUS PROCESSION, AND WE MUST TAKE YOU IN CHARGE—WE MUST, INDEED."

THE GREAT CHARTIST DEMONSTRATION. — No. IX.— THE BEGINNING AND THE END. — HEROISM. — ADVANTAGES OF THE NEW POSTAL ARRANGEMENTS. — STUNNING POLITENESS. — LITERARY CHIT-CHAT. — THE GREAT LINEN-DRAPERY NUISANCE. — AN AMBITIOUS YOUTH. — APPEARANCES ARE DECEPTIVE. — THE MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT. — THE WEDDING-DAY—FIRST ANNIVERSARY. — OXFORD COSTUME. — THE WEDDING-DAY—FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. — NOT THE FIRST TIME. — OUR LAZY CONTRIBUTOR. — WHICH IS BEST? — WHISKERANDOS. — YACHTING. — A DAY'S PLEASURE. — A VERY YOUNG MARINER. — A YOUNG MARINER. — AN ANCIENT MARINER. — A GOOD SIZED FLOAT. — A SPORTING GENT PRACTISING FOR THE HUNTING SEASON. — A CURIOUS PERSON. — MICHAELMAS DAY. THE CHEAP TAILOR'S GOOSE PROVIDES HIMSELF WITH A SHOOTING JACKET AND VEST. — "MUSIC HATH CHARMS," &C. — THE STAG AT BAY. — CLOSE OF THE SEASON—THE LONDON FOOTMAN EXHAUSTED. — BEGINNING FIRES FOR THE WINTER—SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE CHIMNEY. — AN ASSOCIATION FOR THE ADVANCEMENT OF SCIENCE ON AN EXCURSION. — AMUSEMENT FOR A RAINY DAY. — POTICHOMANIA (THE ART OF DECORATING GLASS) ,

Leader. "HOORAY! VEEVE LER LIBERTY!! HARM YOURSELVES!!! TO THE PALIS!! DOWN WITH HEAVERYTHINK!!!!"

Leader. "OH, SIR—PLEASE SIR—IT AIN'T ME, SIR—I'M FOR 'GOD SAVE THE QUEEN' AND 'RULE BRITANNIER.' BOO-HOO—OH DEAR! OH DEAR!!"

[Bursts into tears.

JOHN THOMAS, THE BELGRAVIAN FLUNKEY, AS HE APPEARED WHILE THE MOB WERE BREAKING HIS MISSUSSES WINDOWS.

"IS THIS A LIBERY?"

"YES."

"THEN LET ME HAVE THE LAST NUMBER OF HEMILY FITZ HOSBORN."

First Linen-draper. "WHAT'S THE NEXT ARTICLE, SIR?"—Victim. "NOTHING MORE, THANK YOU."—Second Linen-draper. "WE'VE SOME SWEET THINGS IN SHAWLS, SIR—QUITE NEW."—Third Linen-draper. "ALLOW ME, SIR, TO TEMPT YOU WITH ONE OF THESE BEAUTIFUL HANDKERCHIEFS."—Fourth Linen-draper. "THESE DRESSES, SIR." &c.—Fifth Linen-draper. "HERE ARE LADIES' APRONS, SIR, MOST BEAUTIFULLY WORKED, QUITE ELEGANT, VERY TASTY, AND FASHIONABLE," &c.

[VICTIM resolves never to enter the shop again.

Old Gentleman. "NOW, AUGUSTUS; WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE?"

Augustus. "I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD LIKE—BUT YOU WOULDN'T LET ME."

Old Gent. "WHAT IS IT—A LAWYER?"

Aug. "NO: IT AIN'T A LAWYER."

Old Gent. "A SURGEON?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "A PARSON?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "A SOLDIER?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "WHAT, THEN?"

Aug. "WHY—A CLOWN AT ASTLEY'S."

Officer (loq). "WELL, MY FINE FELLOW, SO YOU'VE BEEN IN THE REGULAR ARMY?—IN THE WARS, TOO, I SEE—EH?"

Stout Yeoman. "NOA, COLONEL, I NEVER WASN'T IN NO WARS; BUT MY OLD SOW GAINED A SILVER MEDAL LAST COUNTY AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY, SO I THO'T AS O'W I MIGHT WEAR UN!"

MASTER SMITH, AS HE APPEARED TRYING TO FORCE HIS MOUSTACHES FOR THE BROWNS' PARTY.

PRESENTS—BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FROM COVENT GARDEN, AND SUCH A LOVELY BRACELET!"

First Swell. "AWFUL SHIRT! EH?"

Second ditto. "YA'AS, LINEN'S SO DEUCED COMMON NOW—I'M GOING TO SPORT EMBROIDERED SILK."

First Ditto. "HAH! CHEESY IDEA TOO! BUT OUR GILLS WANT ELEVATING!"

PRESENTS—BEAUTIFUL BUNDLE OF ASPARAGUS FROM COVENT GARDEN, AND THE NICEST DOUBLE PERAMBULATOR IN THE WORLD!!

"I BEG YOUR PARDON, MA'AM, BUT I THINK YOU DROPPED THIS."

"PLEASE, SIR, HERE'S THE PRINTER'S BOY CALLED AGAIN."

"OH, BOTHER! SAY I'M BUSY."

Matilda. "I WONDER, MARIA, YOU DON'T PUT AUGUSTUS INTO JACKETS AND TROWSERS; REALLY HE GROWS TOO TALL FOR THAT KIND OF COSTUME."

Maria. "PERHAPS, MATILDA, YOU WILL BE KIND ENOUGH TO ALLOW ME TO DRESS MY OWN CHILD IN MY OWN WAY. I AM MUCH OBLIGED TO YOU ALL THE SAME. I DON'T LIKE THE PRACTICE SOME PEOPLE HAVE OF DRESSING LITTLE BOYS LIKE LITTLE MEN!!!"

"THERE, MY BOY! IT ISN'T EVERYBODY WHO COULD DO THAT!"

SPARE BED (BERTH, WE MEAN) ON BOARD OUR FRIEND'S SCHOONER.

SKETCH OF A "LORD OF THE CREATION" ON HIS RETURN FROM THE DERBY.

Little Gent (with undue familiarity). "I SAY, MY OLD COCKYWAX,—I S'POSE THE FISH AIN'T VERY LARGE OFF RAMSGIT—ARE THEY?"

Fisherman. "WELL! I SHOULDN'T SAY AS THEY WAS WERRY SMALL—WHEN WE'RE OBLIGED TO USE SICH FLOATS AS THEM TO OUR FISHIN' TACKLE! MY YOUNG COCKYWAX!" (Gent is shut up.)

Sweep (loq.). "THIS CHIMLE ALWAYS WAS A BAD UN TO SMOKE, SIR; THE PARTY AS LIVED HERE BEFORE YOU CAME HAD A DEAL OF TROUBLE WITH IT."

Clara. "I SAY, GUS—COME HERE! STAND STILL AND OPEN YOUR MOUTH, AND WE'LL DROP CHOCOLATE INTO IT. WE'VE NOTHING TO DO!"

GUS. "ALL RIGHT, GIRLS! FIRE AWAY!"

[After an hour of this interesting occupation, Gus retires slightly uncomfortable.

AS CARRIED OUT BY MASTER TOM DURING THE EASTER HOLIDAYS.

INDEX. — END OF VOL. I. — LONDON: BRADBURY. AGNEW, & CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS. — Transcriber's Note:

PORTRAIT OF JOHN LEECH	Frontispiece.
	Year	Page
Advantages of the new Postal arrangements	1845	272
Advice Gratis	1852	62
Affair of Importance, An	1852	12
After the Pantomime	1853	70
Aged Juvenile, An	1846	223
Aggravating—Rather	1850	151
Agony Column	1849	262
Agricultural Distress	1851	129
Agricultural Distress Dodge, The	1851	185
Alarming	1850	50
Alarming	1852	78
Alarming Effect produced by imprudently trying the Hat and Table-moving Experiment	1853	164
Alarming Intelligence	1852	30
Alarming Message, An	1842	222
Alarming Occurrence	1850	11
Alarming Symptoms	1846	10
Alderman's Advice to his Son, The	1851	37
All is fair in Love, &c.	1855	255
All is Vanity	1852	176
Ambitious Youth, An	1848	273
Amusement for a Rainy Day	1863	280
An Exclusive	1852	112
An Impossibility	1846	263
Analogy	1850	113
Ancient Impostor, An	1852	170
Ancient Mariner, An	1852	277
And here are the Girls in the Round Hats	1855	169
Anglers hear Strange Things	1845	36
Angling in the Serpentine	1851	102
Another Bit from the Mining Districts	1854	121
Another Bit of Serious Pantomime	1852	168
Another Innocent and Amusing, &c.	1848	48
Anxious Moment, An	1853	204
Appearances are Deceptive	1850	274
Appropriate	1855	251
Aquatics	1855	169,
216, 226
Arithmetic at the University	1851	134
Artful Excuse, An	1847	94
Ascot, At	1852	218
Association for the Advancement of Science on an Excursion, An	1846	279
Awful Appearance of a "Wopps"	1849	213
Awful Instance of Perception, &c.	1849	55
Awful Occurrence at an Evening Party	1851	38
Awful Position during a Storm	1846	77
Awful Scene on the Chain Pier, Brighton	1846	50
Awkward	1855	49
Awkward Consequence of removing the Soldiers from Knightsbridge	1851	257

Bachelor Housekeeping	1852	263
Back View, A	1854	211
Ballooning	1850	266
Bands of Hope, The	1852	56
Barrack Life	1851	58
Bath at Boulogne, A	1853	165
Battle of the Pianos, The	1855	250
Battledore and Shuttlecock	1854	220
Beard and Moustache Movement, The	1853	140
Beard Movement, The	1854	49
Beginning Fires for the Winter—something wrong with the Chimney	1846	279
Best of Both Worlds	1848	84
Best Preventive against Sea-sickness: I., II., III.	1855	163
Betting Fever, The	1852	265
Birthday, The	1853	88
Bit from the Mining Districts	1854	121
Bit of his Mind, A	1853	222
Bit of Serious Pantomime, A	1855	168
Bitter Sarcasm	1850	27
Bless the Boy!	1850	15
Boat for an Hour, A	1846	151
"Bolted!"	1852	265
Bon-bon from a Juvenile Party, A	1851	17,
90
Bottom-Fishing	1855	118
Bribery is detestable, but Politeness costs Nothing	1847	183
Brilliant Idea, A	1854	259
British Ruffian, A	1852	132
Briton Abroad, The	1853	124
Brook Green Volunteer, The	1846	155,
157, 159, 173, 174, 175, 177
Brutal Fellow, A	1853	46
By the "Sad Sea Waves"	1854	268

Candid	1848	127
Capital Offer, A	1854	208
Caught	1847	98
Cause for Reproof, A	1847	257
Caution to a Little Boy at a Festive Season, A	1853	119
Changing the Subject	1848	122
Châtelaine, The	1849	64
Cheap Day's Hunting, A	1849	184-5
Church and State	1851	57
Close of the Season—The London Footman exhausted	1846	279
Cold Comfort	1849	139
Coming to the Point	1848	19
Coming Home	1853	86
Comparative Love	1851	174
Complimentary	1850	65
Complimentary	1855	261
Compliments	1854	246
Confound the Shops	1852	54
Conscientious Stable Keeper, The	1853	68
Consols at 90, Consols at 80	1848	167
Consolation	1845	118
Constitutional Walk, The	1853	258
Cool Assurance	1854	205
Correct Mode of Riding in Rotten Row	1851	7
Country Ball, A	1851	128
Country Races	1854	243
Court Dress, A	1848	5
Cruel	1851	6
Cruel	1853	110
Curious Mode of Conducting a Retail Establishment	1855	225
Curious Person, A	1852	278
Cut Him down Behind	1852	53

Day's Pleasure, A	1851	276
Dear Delights of Britain's Summer Fields, The	1852	173
"De Gustibus," &c., &c.	1846	16
De Gustibus	1851	127
Delicate	1852	54
Delicacy of the Season	1852	56
Delicious Morsel, A	1846	25
Delicious Sail off Dover, A	1854	87
Delights of Travel	1846	162
Delightful Outdoor Exercise	1854	267
Delusion, A	1855	207
Derby Epidemic	1846	14
Did you Ever?	1851	4
Difference of View	1847	176
Different Opinions	1851	69
Different People have Different Opinions	1852	26
Discernment	1853	48
Distraction	1847	86
Distressing Result of Emigration	1851	146
Distwessing—Vewy	1853	66
Division of Labour	1853	89
Docile Husband, The	1847	258
Dog Days	1853	77
Doing a Little Bill	1846	20
Doing it Thoroughly	1855	153
Domestic Bliss	1847	36, 147
Domestic Bliss	1848	24
Domestic Event in the Zoological Gardens	1850	166-7
Domestic Sanitary Regulations	1850	125
Doubtful	1850	257
Drawing-room Entertainment, A	1853	219
Dreadful Crisis	1848	105
Dreadful Destitution	1848	209
Dreadful Shock to the Nerves, A	1846	52
Dumb Waiter, A	1849	33
During the Frost a certain Foxhunter increases in weight, and gets too big for his clothes	1854	138

Early Education	1852	183
Easily Pleased	1852	56
Easily Satisfied	1852	52
Easy Shaving	1852	134
Easy Forecast, An	1853	244
Educational Movement	1848	253
Effects of Salt Water, as observed at the Regatta Ball	1852	227
Elegant and Rational Costume for Close Weather	1850	135
Elegant Habit	1853	112
Encouraging	1852	4
End of a Five Minutes' Burst, The	1847	178
Energetic	1850	99
Enter Mr. Bottles the Butler	1854	47
Enthusiastic Fisherman, An	1849	127
Evening Parties	1849	25
Evil Communications	1854	267
Every Little Helps	1850	108
Excellent Wine, An	1846	35
Excessively Polite	1851	68
Excited Nimrod, An	1853	254
Experienced Veteran, An	1854	259
Extreme Delicacy	1848	260
Extremes Meet	1845	214
Eye to Business, An	1845	75

Fact, A	1854	128
False Position, A	1853	85
Familiarity	1846	251
Fancy Dress Ball	1846	62
Fancy Portrait	1852	11
Fashionable Intelligence	1845	6
Fashionable Intelligence	1845	151
Fashions, The	1850	24
Fashions for Fast Men	1847	205
Fashions in Pins, A	1845	32
Faulty Mirror, A	1850	116
Filling up the Census Paper	1851	131
Fine Business, indeed, the Wretch!	1855	247
Fine Disposition, A	1848	63
Fish Dinner, The	1846	14
Fishing off a Watering Place	1852	83
Fishing off Brighton	1846	151
Fishing with Flies	1851	141
Flowers of the French Army	1851	76
Fly-Fishing	1853	156,
254
Folkestone, Arrival of the Boat	1852	203
Foolish and a Betting Man, A	1852	263
Foreigner of Distinction	1852	70
Fox steals away from Cover	1851	106
Fragment, A	1847	84
Fresh Morning	1854	247
Friendly but very Unpleasant	1855	244
Frightful!	1855	206
Frightful upset of Dignity	1852	148
From a Beautiful Miniature	1843	34
From the Mining Districts	1855	241

Gallantry	1851	32
Gammon	1847	266
Garret and the Conservatory, The	1852	124
Gay Young Fellow, A	1851	16
Genteel Practice	1846	26
Gentle Craft, The	1853	104
Glorious News	1846	74
Going out Arresting	1846	244
Going out to an "At Home"	1852	130
Going to Cover	1852	72
Gold Fish at Hampton Court, The	1846	65
Good Little Boy, The	1850	26
Good Reasons	1852	224
Good-sized Float, A	1852	277
Gorgeous Spectacle	1854	248
Grandmamma is supposed, &c.	1851	115
Grand Show of Prize Vegetarians	1852	117
Great Bargain, A	1854	171
Great Chartist Demonstration, The	1848	269,
270, 271, 272
Great Exhibition, Memorials of the	1851	228
-240
Great Linen-drapery Nuisance, The	1847	273
Great Loss, A	1852	52
Great Mental Effort, A	1853	85
Great Misfortune, A	1847	245
Great Want of Veneration	1844	22
Greenwich Dinner, The	1853	9
Greenwich Fair, At	1846	182
Gross Insult	1852	126
Gross Offence, A	1848	97
Groundless Alarm	1850	156
Grouse Shooting late in the Season—Jolly, Very	1854	179

Hack for the Day, A	1853	8
Hall along of them Betting Offices	1852	46
Hansom Offer, A	1852	252
Hard Rider, A	1854	89
Hat Moving Experiment, The	1853	172
Heart-Breaking	1854	215
Heavy Blow, A	1852	136
Heroism	1855	272
Highland Game in a London Street, A	1849	14
Highly Interesting	1852	76
Home for the Holidays	1848	22
Honeymoon, The	1850	79
Hooking and Eyeing	1851	16
Horrible Business, A	1851	142
Horrible Idea, A	1855	247
Horrible Incident in Real Life	1852	116
Housemaids Refusing Service	1852	114
How do you like it?	1850	135
How Kind	1854	203
How to Dress a Lobster	1851	62
How to Escape from a Scolding Wife	1847	221
How to get a Connection	1854	222
How to Get Rid of a Gratis Patient	1846	14
How to Flatter a Gent	1854	253
How to make a Châtelaine, &c.	1849	90
How to make Culprits Comfortable	1849	137
How No 4 Enjoyed Himself, and How No 8 Suffered in Consequence	1850	142
How to Suit the Taste	1846	12
How to Take Care of the Children	1852	177
Humorous Customer, A	1853	181
Hunting Memorandum	1853	100

Impending Disaster, An	1847	82
Improvement in Irish Affairs	1854	217
Impudence	1848	248
Impudent Minx, An	1852	64
In a very Bad Way	1853	205
In Camp, Hospitality	1853	85
In for It	1844	7
Indiscretion	1855	224
Influenza, The	1847	262
Information	1846	126
Ingenious Fellow, An	1851	95
Ingenious Idea	1853	67
Innocence	1847	24
Innocent and Amusing Little Trick	1848	48
Inquiring Mind, An	1847	261
Insulting a Scotchman	1854	264
Interesting	1852	148
Interesting Scene During the Canvas	1852	20
Interesting Story, The	1850	31
Irish Hotel, An	1846	217
Is it So?	1849	150

Jack Tar, A	1850	37
Jealousy	1850	16
Jealousy	1854	259
John Thomas Misplaced	1848	114
Jolly Dog, A	1850	64
Joys of Ocean, The	1848	6
Judicious	1856	223
Just Like Him	1851	154
Just the Man	1852	30

Knowledge is Power	1853	90

Ladies of the Creation	1851	186
-199
La Mode	1852	32
Late Arrival, A	1851	3
Large Bump of Caution, A	1855	215
Laying the Dust	1850	66
Left-handed Compliment, A	1853	45
Literal	1854	46
Literary Chit-chat	1842	273
Little Bit of Humbug, A	1851	57
Little Surprise, A	1847	19
Little Women	1849	96
London Gent Abroad, A	1851	12
Long Vacation	1847	161
Long Vacation in Arcadia, The	1844	148
Look before you Leap	1848	202
Lost One, The	1849	34
Love on the Ocean	1845	73
Lucid Explanation, A	1849	262
Lumping Penn'orth, A	1845	50

Making the Best of it	1845	115
Making the Best of it	1856	218
Making the Most of it	1845	12
Mal Apropos	1849	28
Man about Town, A	1846	60
Man in Brass lamenting the Decline of the Lord Mayor's Show, The	1850	264
Man of Feeling, A	1848	84
Man of Opinion, A	1852	258
Manly Sorrow	1850	182
Manners make the Man	1852	100
March of Luxury	1846	245
Master of the Situation	1848	158
Maternal Solicitude	1849	10
May Day	1852	183
May Difference of Opinion, &c.	1846	38
Meeting him Halfway	1848	123
Melancholy Reverse of Fortune	1846	127
Melancholy Scene at the Opera on a crowded Night	1847	182
Men of Business	1849	36
Men of Experience	1846	108
Men of the World	1852	123
Mermaids at Play	1848	18
Michaelmas Day. The cheap Tailor	1847	278
Might is Right	1853	160
Might versus Right	1846	251
Misplaced Confidence	1849	207
Mistaken Impression, A	1855	223
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Housekeeping	1849	21,
23, 25, 27, 29, 31, 33
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Horsekeeping	1849-50	35,
37, 39, 40, 53, 55, 57, 59, 171
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Hunting	1849-51	61,
63, 65, 67, 69, 71, 73, 75, 77, 79, 80, 93, 95
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Fishing	1850-51	97,
99, 101, 103, 105, 107
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Shooting	1850	51,
109, 111, 113, 115, 117, 119, 139, 141
Mr. Briggs's Pleasures of Racing	1851	143,
144, 145
Misunderstanding	1853	264
More Free than Welcome	1849	82
Morning after The Derby, The	1853	60
Most Alarming Swelling, A	1850	126
Most Distressing	1855	253
Moustache Movement	1854	210,
220, 274
Mr. 'Arry Belville on the Continent Generally	1853	201
Mr. Punch's Fancy Ball	1847	41
-44
Mr. Verdant's First Attempt at Book-making	1853	60
Much too Clever	1850	100
Much too Considerate	1850	32
Murder will out	1852	20
"Music hath Charms," &c.	1854	278
Mysterious Visitor, A	1854	162

Native Politeness	1855	248
Never Satisfied	1848	39
New Act, The	1853	47
New Arrival, The	1849	227
New Bonnet, The	1853	85
New Cricketing Dresses to Protect all England against the present swift bowling	1854	168
New Groom, The	1851	170
New Hunter, The	1848	70
New Purchase, The	1855	152
Nice Game at Billiards, A	1853	91
Nice Team, A	1852	259
No Doubt	1849	67
No News is Good News	1850	93
No Place like Home	1853	104
North East Wind	1851	58
Not a difficult Thing to Foretell	1851	75
Not the First Time	1855	275
Not to be played with	1848	58
Not very likely	1850	108
Not what he wanted	1851	153
Not yet	1851	76
Nothing like knowing the Country	1854	204
Nothing like Prudence	1849	114
Nothing like System	1847	214
Nothing like Warm Bathing	1846	28

Ocean Swell, An	1848	111
Of Course	1851	46
Off the Foreland	1846	227
Oh!	1854	212
Oh, the Curtains!	1853	86
Old Gentleman is in a hurry to get to the Station	1853	141
Omnibus Incident, An	1846	112
One of the Effects of the Blackguard Betting Offices	1852	265
Only a Penny!	1851	158
On the Moors	1854	202
Ornament to Society, An	1852	160
Opera, The	1846	181
Opera, The	1851	132
Our Boys	1853	210
Our English Climate	1847	143
Our Foreign Visitors	1851	131
Our Friend Belville airs his French at Boulogne	1854	201
Our Lazy Contributor	1846	276
Our National Defences	1848	26
Our "Used-up" Man takes a Walk with his Cousins	1850	213
Our Young People	1847	96
Out of Town	1849	165
Overtaken by the Tide, Margate	1848	226
Oxford Costume	1853	275
Oysters in June—Delicious!	1852	136

Paterfamilias makes himself independent of Hotels	1854	123
Peppering a Gent	1849	266
Perfect Sincerity; or, Thinkings Aloud	1849	180,
181, 262
Perils of a Court Presentation, The	1855	206
Personal Opinion, A	1846	96
Philosopher, A	1852	10
Pic-nic, The	1851	106
Picture, A	1853	51
Pike is a voracious Fish, The	1852	90
Pity is Akin to Love	1846	112
Pity the Sorrows of the Poor Police	1852	13
Plain Speaking	1848	61
Playful Creature, A	1853	59
Pleasing Delusion, A	1846	220
Pleasant	1852	92,
120
Pleasant	1855	264
Pleasant State of Things, A	1846	40
Pleasant Street Game	1850	20
Pleasures of Housekeeping	1849	255
Pleasures of the Studio	1852	174
Pledge of Affection, A	1847	209
Poor Tommy	1852	54
Pop!	1844	34
Portrait of a Lady	1852	154
Potichomania	1855	280
Poultry Fancies	1853	224
Poultry Fancies—the Pets	1853	252
Poultry Mania, The	1853	260
Preparing for the Derby	1852	176
Pride	1845	150
Private and Confidential	1852	214
Private Opinion, A	1846	119
Private Theatricals	1854	81
Probable Effect of Cheap Furniture	1846	64
Probable Result of the Cochin China Fowl Mania	1853	249
Prodigious!	1847	15
Prodigious Nuisance, A	1852	136
Professional Man, A	1850	17
Professor Buckwheat Impressing, &c.	1845	130
Progress of Slang, The	1847	38
Proper Pride	1849	30
Propriety	1848	5
Prudence and Imprudence	1847	243
Prudent Resolve, A	1853	98
Punctuality is the Soul of Business	1845	214
Putting his Foot in it	1852	18
Puzzling Order, A	1846	92

Quiet Weed, A	1852	15
Quite a Novelty	1854	225
Quite Unnecessary	1848	108

Railway Literature	1852	45
Railway Miseries	1845	241
Rather a Bad Look-out	1849	52
Rather a Drop	1855	184
Rather Awkward for Tomkins	1855	129
Rather Severe	1852	116
Rather Suspicious	1850	50
Real Difficulty, A	1848	120
Real Enjoyment	1849	34
Real Flower Show, The	1855	190
Reduced Circumstances	1846	257
Reflection, A	1849	170
Regular Customer, A	1852	30
Religion à la Mode	1850	74
Remonstrance	1853	185
Removing	1847	178-9
Return from a Masquerade	1844	256
Returning from the Seaside	1846	101
Reward of Merit	1851	110
Rising Generation, The	1846	109
Rising Generation, The	1847	35,
73
Rising Generation, The	1851	66
Road-side on the Derby Day, The	1850	146
Romance and Reality	1852	13
Romance of Roast Ducks, A	1848	78
Room for Improvement	1850	134
Rough Country, A	1847	256
Round Hat, The, Laden with Novels in a Storm	1854	87
Ruling Passion, The	1846	28

Sailors on Shore Carousing	1850	137
St. Bernard Mastiff, The	1853	242
Savage Reproof, A	1854	149
Scene.—Bureau of the Chiefs of the Douanes	1853	201
Scene on the English Coast	1855	208
Scene—Westminster Bridge	1853	69
Sea-side Hat, The	1854	221,
247
Sea-side Literature for Young Ladies	1849	147
Sea-side. Saturday Evening	1848	216
Sea-side. The Bathing Hour	1855	152
Seasonable Question	1850	132
Self-Esteem	1848	126
Sell, A	1851	150
Servantgalism	1853	212,
217, 218, 221, 222, 242
Shakespeare a little altered	1845	172
Silver Age, The	1853	162
Sketch at Ramsgate, A	1852	51
Sketch from Nature, A	1845	66
Sketch near Burton Crescent	1847	38
Sketch of Character by, &c.	1850	95
Small by Degrees and beautifully Less	1855	219
Smart Youth, A	1847	267
Snow-Flakes	1853	88
Snuffed out	1851	3
Social Struggles	1852	212
So fond of it	1851	175
Solicitude	1849	48
Something like a Brother	1852	33
Something like a Holiday	1845	22
Sometimes you "pick up" Hunters for next to nothing	1847	261
Son and Heir	1853	72
Sound Advice	1852	76
Speak as you Think	1849	142
Speculators	1846	17
Spelling a Newspaper	1842	180
Splendid Day with the "Queen's"	1848	105
Sporting Character, A	1847	131
Sporting Extraordinary	1852	8
Sporting Gent practising for the Season	1847	278
Sporting Intelligence	1852	102
Stag at Bay, The	1845	278
Startling Effect of the "Gold Diggings"	1852	134
Startling Request, A	1846	53
Starved-out Alderman, The	1845	111
Steeple-Chase, The	1853	200
Strange, but True	1850	74
Street Dialogue	1843	98
Strong Assertion	1853	9
Study of an Elderly Female, &c.	1853	180
Stunning Politeness	1856	273
Subject for a Picture	1851	45
Suburban Felicity, Gratifying Domestic (Poultry) Incident	1854	138
Suggestion, A	1848	93
Suggestive of a Picturesque Figure	1849	256
Summer in Elysium	1852	148
Symptoms of Wet Weather	1846	13

Taking Change	1850	31
Taking it Coolly	1852	4
Taste	1853	60
Taste in the Drawing-room, Villikins and his Dinah	1854	250
Tempus Edax Rerum	1852	78
Terrible Accident	1855	227
Terrible Domestic Incident	1849	130
Test of Gallantry, The	1845	4
Test of Strength, A	1854	135
Thames Fishing	1851	71
That is the Question	1852	133
Thorough Good Cook, A	1855	125
Those Shocking Clubs	1855	205
Tight Fit, A	1846	92
Too Civil by Half	1852	70
Too Faithful Portrait, The	1850	209
Too Popular by Half	1847	250
Topsy Turveydom	1850	158
Touching Simplicity	1856	223
Town and Country	1852	81
Travellers' Requisites	1854	253
Trial-for-Murder Mania, The	1849	161
Troops and the Weather, The	1845	29
True Politeness	1851	140
True Respectability	1850	131
Truth is Great	1854	207
Turfites	1853	132

Undeniable	1845	185
Undesigned Incident, An	1853	103
Unfeeling Observation	1847	7
Unlucky	1847	24
Unreasonable Complaint, An	1853	268
Unseasonable Sport	1852	133
Up to Weight	1854	121
Used up	1851	98
Useful if not Ornamental	1855	211
Useless Information	1851	172

Valuable Animal, A	1852	6
Valuable Hint	1849	94
Very Accommodating	1853	249
Very Acute	1852	74
Very Considerate	1852	122
Very Fine Fruit	1848	10
Very Fine Gentlemen	1848	91
Very Fine Talking	1846	11
Very Great Man, A	1854	216
Very Kind	1854	164
Very Low People	1852	54
Very Old Soldier, A	1846	39
Very Particular	1855	210
Very Proper Diet for Hot Weather	1852	62
Very Vulgar Subject, A	1853	86
Very Young Mariner, A	1854	277
Victim of Circumstances, A	1847	225
Victim of Pleasure, A	1854	215
Visit to the Antediluvian Reptiles at Sydenham, A	1854	246

Waiting for a Dip	1847	154
Waltonians	1852	83
We All have our Troubles	1852	28
Wedding Day, The	1855	275
Weighty Matter, A	1851	91
Wellington Statue, The	1846	260
What a Dreadful Story!	1854	149
What is This?	1849	36
What they said to Themselves	1852	5
What will He do with Them?	1855	241
What's the Matter?	1849	255
When it is Delightful to Lose a Bet	1853	110
Where Ignorance is not Bliss	1848	245
Which is Best?	1849	276
Whiskerandos	1854	276
Who wouldn't keep a Footman?	1850	267
Wholesome Prejudice	1850	176
Why, Indeed?	1855	122
Wiser and a Better Man, A	1852	263
Wounded Pride	1850	156

Yachting	1854	276
Young Affection	1844	162
Young Gentleman and Scholar, A	1846	133
Young Mariner, A	1852	277
Young Patrician, A	1853	177
Young Philosopher, A	1847	215
Youth at the Prow, and Pleasure at the Helm	1854	248

Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.