[Illustration]
[Illustration: _THE MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT._
_Foot Boy._ "WELL, SIR, MASTER HIS AT 'OME, BUT HE'S CONFINED TO HIS
ROOM. HE'S A GROWIN' OF HIS MOOSTARSHERS, AND AIN'T ALLOWED TO SEE
NOBODY BUT HIS 'AIRDRESSER."]
[Illustration: _QUITE AN EXQUISITE._
_Commercial Gent._ "THIS WAR, SIR, WILL BE A TERRIBLE HINDRANCE TO ALL
KINDS OF BUSINESS!"
_Swell._ "AW--DESSAY! D'LIGHTED TO HEAR IT--A ALWAYS HAD THE GWEATEST
AVERSION T' ALL KINDS OF BUSINESS."]
[Illustration: _FLUNKEIANA._
_Lady's-Maid._ "WELL, I'M SURE, MR. ROBERT! I THINK YOU MIGHT FIND
SOMETHING BETTER TO DO THAN LOLLOPING ABOUT IN THAT GREAT EASY CHAIR.
YOU MIGHT GO AND HELP IN THE HAY-FIELD, ONE WOULD THINK!"
_Flunkey._ "OH, YES! AND A NICE FIGGER _I_ SHOULD BE! WOT WOULD MISSUS
SAY, PRAY, IF I WENT AND SPYLED MY COMPLEXION, AND MADE MY 'ANDS
'ARD?"]
[Illustration: _PRIVATE OPINION._
_Lieutenant Whobble_ (_who has just been embodied_). "HAH! THIS IS
SOMETHING LIKE! INFINITELY BETTER THAN THE RIDICULOUS OLD COATEE!!"]
[Illustration: _A PRETTY GENERAL DELUSION._
_Mr. Kiddlums._ "WELL, ELIZABETH--I HOPE WE SHALL HAVE A PRIZE BABY
SHOW HERE--AND THEN--I FLATTER MYSELF--...."]
[Illustration: _WHAT MUST BE THE NEXT FASHION IN BONNETS._]
[Illustration: _DOMESTIC BLISS._
_Servant_ (_rushing in_). "OH! GRACIOUS GOODNESS, MASTER! THERE'S THE
KITCHEN CHIMLEY A-FIRE--AND TWO PARISH INGINS KNOCKING AT THE STREET
DOOR!"]
[Illustration: _GOING TO A PARTY._
_Exquisite._ "AW, DRIVAW--HAVE YOU A GOOD HORSE?"
_Cabman._ "YES, SIR! A WERRY GOOD OSS."
_Exquisite._ "AW! THEN DRA-IVE ME TO NEXT DOOR."]
[Illustration: _A MAN OF PRINCIPLE._
WHEN COALS ARE SO DEAR, IT BEHOVES EVERY FAMILY MAN TO SEE THAT HE GETS
THE PROPER NUMBER OF SACKS FOR HIS MONEY. PATERFAMILIAS DOES HIS DUTY
LIKE A MAN, ALTHOUGH THE COALS ARRIVE JUST AT HIS DINNER-TIME, AND THE
WEATHER IS RATHER INCLEMENT.]
[Illustration: _IN THE RANKS._
_First Militia-man._ "JIM, YOU BAIN'T IN STEP."
_Second Ditto._ "BAIN'T I? WELL, CHANGE YOUR'N."]
[Illustration: _MORE LIGHT._
_Irritated Swell._ "RING? YES, OF COURSE I RUNG! HOW THE DEUCE DO YOU
SUPPOSE I'M TO DO MY BACK HAIR WITH ONLY ONE CANDLE?"]
[Illustration: _FLY-FISHING._
MR. HACKLE ARRIVES AT HIS FAVOURITE SPOT, WHERE HE KNOWS THERE IS A
GOOD TROUT.]
[Illustration: _WHAT A SHAME!_
_Young Lady_ (_inclining to embonpoint_). "I SHALL WANT HIM AGAIN THIS
AFTERNOON--FROM TWO TO FOUR."]
[Illustration: _EVERY LADY HER OWN BATHING-MACHINE, OR AN UGLY
CONTRIVANCE MADE A USEFUL APPENDAGE._]
[Illustration: _SCENE--DRAWING-ROOM._
_Enter_ HORRID BOY.
_Horrid Boy_ (_capering about_). "OH, LOOK HERE, CAPTAIN! I'VE FOUND
OUT WHAT CLARA STUFFS HER HAIR OUT WITH. THEY'RE WHISKERS LIKE YOURS!"
[_Sensation._
]
[Illustration: _A LITTLE BIT OF SENTIMENT._]
[Illustration: _A VERY PARTICULAR PARTY._
_Mr._ ----. "OH, HERE YOU ARE AT LAST! NOW YOU MUST COME AND DANCE THIS
WALTZ WITH A FRIEND OF MINE--CHARMING GIRL, I ASSURE YOU!"
_Mr._ ---- (_who prides himself upon his dancing_). "HAW! THANK
YOU--YOU'RE VERY GOOD!--BUT I NEVER WALTZ WITH STRANGE GIRLS. I DON'T
MIND GIVING HER A QUADRILLE FIRST, JUST TO SEE HOW SHE MOVES!"]
[Illustration: _CAMP LIFE--A BIT OF SENTIMENT._
"WELL, FRANK! THIS DELIGHTFUL CAMP IS NEARLY OVER."
"HM, HAW! YA-AS! AND IF YOU'LL ALLOW ME, I'LL TAKE A LAST FOND LOOK,
AND A--A--LEAN UPON MY WHAT D'YE CALL IT, AS THE SONG SAYS, AND A--WIPE
AWAY A TE--AR!"]
[Illustration: "_WHO WOULDN'T BE A RIDING-MASTER?_"]
[Illustration: _A FRIENDLY MOUNT._
_Party_ (_whose nerve is not what it used to be_). "YOU ARE QUITE SURE,
CHARLES, THAT HE'S TEMPERATE?"
_Charles._ "OH, YES! COME ALONG! DO YOU THINK I SHOULD LET YOU RIDE HIM
IF HE WASN'T? WHY, YOU MIGHT _KILL THE HORSE_!"
[_Nervous Party is much flattered by the consideration of Friend._
]
[Illustration: _SOMETHING LIKE SPORT._
_Jolly Angler._ "HOORAY, TOM! I'VE GOT ONE--AND, MY WORD! DIDN'T HE
PULL!"]
[Illustration: _SLANG._
"MY EYE, 'ARRY. THAT'S A STUNNING GREAT-COAT."
"AH! I FLATTER MYSELF IT'S RATHER 'DOWN THE ROAD.'"]
[Illustration: _THE HORRORS OF WAR._
_First Newmarket Boy._ "AWFUL WORK THIS, BILL. WE'RE A GOIN' TO WAR
WITH ROOSIA!"
_Second Ditto._ "WELL, WOT ODDS?"
_First Ditto._ "WOT ODDS? WHY, THERE WON'T BE NO HEMPEROR'S CUP NEXT
YEAR, THAT'S ALL!"]
[Illustration: _THE NEW CAB REGULATION._
SHOWING THE SHIFTS TO WHICH THE POOR CABMAN IS REDUCED, NOW THAT HE IS
NOT PERMITTED TO LEAVE HIS SEAT WHILST ON DUTY.]
[Illustration: _LIFE IN LONDON._
_Isabella._ "WELL, AUNT, AND HOW DID YOU LIKE LONDON? I SUPPOSE YOU
WERE VERY GAY?"
_Aunt_ (_who inclines to embonpoint_). "OH YES, LOVE, GAY ENOUGH!
WE WENT TO THE TOP O' THE MONUMENT O' MONDAY--AND TO THE TOP O' ST.
PAUL'S O' TUESDAY--AND TO THE TOP O' THE DOOK O' YORK'S COLUMN O'
WEDNESDAY--BUT I THINK ALTOGETHER I LIKE THE QUIET OF THE COUNTRY."]
[Illustration: _TERRIBLE PROPOSITION._
_Ferocious Hairdresser._ "NOW, SIR, SHALL I TAKE THE PINTS OFF THE
WHISKERS?"]
[Illustration: _BUSINESS-LIKE._
"I SAY, CHARLEY, DON'T YOU THINK YOU HAD BETTER GO BACK TO YOUR
CUSTOMER?"
_Incipient Wine Merchant._ "NOT YET. ALWAYS GONE A QUARTER OF AN HOUR
FOR THE _VERY_ OLD PORT--FURTHER END OF THE CELLAR! CELLAR'S VERY
EXTENSIVE! GREAT CARE NECESSARY FOR FEAR OF DISTURBING THE CRUST, YOU
KNOW--ET CÆTERA--TWIG?"]
[Illustration: _PRIDE FEELS NO PAIN._
_Arabella._ "OH! DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, FREDERICK. IT ISN'T THE SHOE, FOR
THAT'S A GREAT DEAL TOO LARGE."]
[Illustration: _DISCRETION._
_Gentleman from Town_ (_loq._). "OH, IF THIS IS ONE OF THE LITTLE
PLACES CHARLEY SPOKE OF, I SHALL GO BACK."]
[Illustration: _THE BEARD MOVEMENT._