[Illustration: No. XIV.
AFTER A LONG AND EXCITING STRUGGLE, MR. B. IS ON THE POINT OF LANDING
HIS PRIZE WHEN--THE LINE UNFORTUNATELY BREAKS!]
[Illustration: No. XV.
HOWEVER, IN MUCH LESS TIME THAN IT HAS TAKEN TO MAKE THIS IMPERFECT
SKETCH--ACCOUTRED AS HE IS--HE PLUNGES IN--AND AFTER A DESPERATE
ENCOUNTER, HE SECURES A MAGNIFICENT SALMON, FOR WHICH HE DECLARES
HE WOULD NOT TAKE A GUINEA A POUND!--AND IT IS NOW STUFFED IN THE
GLASS-CASE OVER THE ONE WHICH CONTAINS HIS LATE FAVOURITE SPOTTED
HUNTER.]
[Illustration: _AN APRIL FOOL._
_Equestrian._ "HERE, BOY! COME AND HOLD MY HORSE."
_Boy._ "DOES HE KICK?"
_Equestrian._ "KICK! NO!"
_Boy._ "DOES HE BITE?"
_Equestrian._ "BITE! NO! CATCH HOLD OF HIM."
_Boy._ "DOES IT TAKE TWO TO HOLD HIM?"
_Equestrian._ "NO."
_Boy._ "THEN HOLD HIM YOURSELF."
[_Exit_ BOY, _performing_ "_Pop goes the Weasel_."
]
[Illustration: _THE SEA-SIDE CIRCULATING LIBRARY._
"ALL THE NEW WORKS ARE OUT, MISS. BUT HERE'S THE SECOND VOLUME OF THE
'SCOTTISH CHIEFS'--OR HERE'S 'CAMPBELL'S PHILOSOPHY OF RHETORIC,' IF
YOU WOULD LIKE TO READ THAT."]
[Illustration: _DREADFUL JOKE._
_William._ "THERE, AMY! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THOSE FOR A PAIR OF
MOUSTACHES?"
_Amy._ "WHY, I SHOULD SAY THAT CALLING THOSE MOUSTACHES WAS GIVING TO
'HAIRY NOTHINGS A LOCAL HABITATION AND A NAME.'"
[_For shame_, Amy!
]
[Illustration: _GOOD NEWS! REAL SENTIMENT._
_The Lady Emmeline._ "NO, DEAREST CONSTANCE, I AM NOT UNHAPPY, THESE
ARE TEARS OF JOY! FOR SEE HOW THE DEAR LORD AUBREY WRITES--(_Reads an
advertisement_)--'_I have much pleasure in giving my testimony to the
skill of Professor Puffenburg, who has extracted two very troublesome
corns without causing me any pain._--_De Belgrave._' DEAR, DEAR AUBREY,
THEN YOU ARE HAPPY!"]
[Illustration: _A CASE OF REAL DISTRESS._
_Foxhunter._ "HERE'S A BORE, JACK! THE GROUND IS HALF A FOOT THICK WITH
SNOW, AND IT'S FREEZING LIKE MAD!"]
[Illustration: _BROAD CARICATURE._]
[Illustration: _RATHER ALARMING._
_Lady._ "YOU WISHED, SIR, I BELIEVE, TO SEE ME RESPECTING THE STATE OF
MY DAUGHTER'S AFFECTIONS, WITH A VIEW TO A MATRIMONIAL ALLIANCE WITH
THAT YOUNG LADY. IF YOU WILL WALK INTO THE LIBRARY, MY HUSBAND AND I
WILL DISCUSS THE SUBJECT WITH YOU."
_Young Corydon._ "OH, GRACIOUS!!!"]
[Illustration: _GOOD SECURITY._
_Boy._ "PLEASE, SIR, GIVE ME A BROWN?"
_Swell._ "SIXPENCE IS THE SMALLEST MONEY I HAVE, MY LITTLE LAD."
_Boy._ "VEL, SIR, I'LL GET YER CHANGE; AND IF YER DOUBTS MY HONOUR,
=HOLD MY BROOM=!"]
[Illustration: _UNCONSCIOUS SATIRE._
_Stout Party._ "WELL, I'M SURE! WHAT CAN POSSESS THOSE SKINNY CREATURES
TO WEAR ROUND HATS, I CAN'T THINK,--MAKING THEMSELVES SO CONSPICUOUS!"]
[Illustration: _SCENE--PALAIS ROYAL._
_Garçon_ (_to London Gent_). "VOILÀ! M'SIEU! LE CHARIVARI--FRENCH
PUNCH. GOOD MORNING SARE! OH, I SPEAK INGLEES VERRA WELL--I LIVE IN
INGLEES COPPLE TRREE MUNSE. OH YAS--ALL RIGHT! NEVARE MIND!!"
[_Jumps over three chairs and vanishes to the great astonishment of_ TOMKINS.
]
[Illustration: _POOR MUGGINS!_
_Smythe_ (_to_ MUGGINS, _who, in the heat of the moment, has been
drinking his wine out of tumblers_). "THERE, MY BOY! THAT'S SUCH A
GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE AS YOU DON'T GET EVERY DAY--AND BETWEEN YOU AND ME
(_very confidentially_) BETWEEN--YOU--AND ME--I ONLY GAVE _FOUR AND
TWENTY SHILLINGS A DOZEN FOR IT_!"
[_Exit_ MUGGINS _for an antidote_.
]
[Illustration: _INCREDIBLE!_
_Mrs. Muggins._ "WHAT! FOURTEEN ON YE SLEEP UNDER THAT GIG UMBRELLER OF
A THING? GET ALONG WITH YER!"]
[Illustration: _VERY FRIENDLY._
_Little Gent._ "MORNIN' MY LORD!--GLAD TO SEE YOU OUT AGAIN!--WHAT I
LIKE ABOUT FOX-'UNTING IS, THAT IT IMPROVES THE BREED OF 'ORSES--AND
BRINGS PEOPLE TOGETHER AS WOULDN'T OTHERWISE MEET!"]
[Illustration: _THE ROAD._
_Party in the Cart_ (_to Tomkins, who is immensely proud of his
Steed_). "I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR, BUT YOU DON'T 'APPEN TO 'AV =ANOTHER=
CAMEL AS YOU WANT TO DISPOSE OF?"]
[Illustration: _LATEST FROM PARIS._
_Beautiful Being._ "WELL, I MUST SAY, PARKER, THAT I LIKE THE HAIR
DRESSED À L'IMPÉRATRICE. IT SHOWS SO MUCH OF THE FACE."]
[Illustration: _A MOMENTOUS DECISION._
_Augustus._ "ARE YOU FOND OF MOUSTARSHERS, EMILY?"
_Emily._ "YES! I THINK THEY LOOK VERY WELL UPON SOME PEOPLE."
_Augustus._ "AH! THEN THAT SETTLES THE POINT. I _SHALL LET MINE GROW_."]
[Illustration: _THE FINISHING TOUCH TO A PICTURE._
_Artist._ "NOW, DON'T HESITATE TO SAY IF YOU SEE ANYTHING I CAN ALTER
OR IMPROVE."
_Candid Friend._ "HM! WELL! NO! I DON'T SEE ANYTHING--UNLESS, PERHAPS,
YOU-A MIGHT REPAINT THE PRINCIPAL FIGURES, AND--I--YES--I SHOULD
CERTAINLY GET A NEW BACKGROUND IN."]
[Illustration: _FINE HAUT-BOYS!_
THIS JOLLY OLD PATER KNOWS WHAT A SMILING WELCOME AWAITS HIM WHEN HE
BRINGS HIS TREASURES HOME.]
[Illustration: _JACK ASHORE._
_Policeman._ "HULLO, JACK! I SUPPOSE YOU'RE NOT SORRY TO COME ON LAND
FOR A BIT?"
_Jack_ (_who hasn't got his shore legs yet_). "WELL, IT AIN'T SUCH A
BAD PLACE FOR A DAY OR TWO--ONLY IT'S SO PRECIOUS DIFFICULT TO WALK
STRAIGHT!"]
[Illustration: _ADDING INSULT TO INJURY._]
[Illustration: _AFFECTING INCIDENT AT BOULOGNE._
OUR FRIEND, 'ARRY BELVILLE, IS SO KNOCKED ALL OF A HEAP BY THE BEAUTY
OF THE FOREIGN FISH-GIRLS, THAT HE OFFERS HIS 'AND AND 'ART TO THE
LOVELY PAULINE.]
[Illustration: _EXCITEMENT._
"RUN, BILL--RUN AND BRING HISABELLER--HERE'S A CHIMNEY A-FI-ER!!"]
[Illustration: _ROMANCE OF A BOTTLE._
_Mr. Bounce._ "I TELL YOU WHAT, OLD BOY, FINISH THAT, AND YOU SHALL
HAVE SOME OF MY _PECULIAR_ OLD PORT. I'VE HAD IT IN BOTTLE MYSELF NINE
YEARS."]
[Illustration: THIS IS THE PECULIAR OLD PORT.]
[Illustration: _AN UNWELCOME VISITOR._