_Englishman_ (_having partaken of his friend's flask, feels as if he had
swallowed melted lead_). "Terribly strong! Pure whiskey, is it not?"
_Irishman._ "Faith! not at all! It's greatly diluted with gin!"
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[Illustration: IN A SHOOTING COUNTRY
_Railway Porter_ (_who has been helping lady to mount_). "I hope you'll
'ave a good day, ma'am."
_Lady Diana._ "I just hope we'll find a fox."
_Porter_ (_innocently_). "Oh, that's all right, ma'am. The fox came down
by the last train!"]
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[Illustration: INSULT TO INJURY
_Fitz-Noodle's Harriers, after a capital run, have killed--a fox!_
_Incensed local M.F.H._ "Confound it, sir, you have killed one of my
foxes!"
_F. N._ "It's all right, old chap! You may kill one of my hares!"]
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