for the establishment of a People’s Palace in Glasgow. It was opened by
the Marquess of Lothian, Secretary for Scotland, but the sketches
herewith have to do with an earlier and more exclusive occurrence ere
the exhibition was ready for the public eye. This was a private Press
view, to which you can see the _Bailie’s_ commissioner on his way. There
was naturally a luncheon with some speeches, in one of the galleries
devoted to the Fine Arts. Mr. David Fortune, Chairman of the Executive,
did the honours. Pressmen are modest and like to remain anonymous, but
here the veil is lifted, revealing Mr. W. M. Gilbert of the _Scotsman_,
Mr. Thomas Reid of the _Glasgow Herald_, and Mr. Andrew Mudie of the
_Evening Citizen_.
[Illustration:
Last Saturday Our Special Commissioner started to visit the East-End
Exhibition
He traversed long avenues of Wood
And found a confused mass of joiners, disjoiners and packing cases
In the Art Gallery he found peace and plenty
with some oratory:--
Dr. Mather proposing “The Press”
Mr. Gilbert
Mr. Reid
and Mr. Mudie replying
Mr. Downie proposing “The Hanging Committee”
Mr. A. K. Brown and Mr. A. Roche replying
Rev T. Somerville proposing The Executive
Mr. Fortune replying
Mr. Brechin replying]
A LAUNCH FROM NAPIER’S YARD
LORD CHARLES BERESFORD was there to see the belted cruiser, H.M.S.
_Galatea_, leave the stocks amid showers of sleet in March 1887. The
young lady who applied the hammer to release the ship was Miss May Kirk,
daughter of one of the partners of Napier’s. The sketch shows Mr. John
Hamilton, another partner, standing by her side, and afterwards
presiding at the lunch, at which Lord Charles, as might have been
expected, made a rattling good speech.
[Illustration:
Outside
The Service
Miss May Kirk breaking the bonds
Lord Charles Beresford
A “Cumberland” Boy
After Lunch]
THE CHANNEL FLEET
THE _Minotaur_ was the flag-ship of the Fleet lying off Greenock in the
end of September 1885. She was boarded by two friends and myself from
the yacht of one of those friends on the day before the ships were open
to the public. I don’t know how we came to have the privilege of entry.
Other people equally favoured were Mr. John Burns (afterwards Lord
Inverclyde) and his party, also the Provost of Greenock and his party.
Our party felt pretty big, I assure you, but there was room enough for
us all.
[Illustration:
THE MINOTAUR
Coaling
The “Flying Fox” with the Greenock Provost etc.
Signalling
’Tween Decks
Admiral Fellowes
Visitors from Castle Wemyss]
AN OCEAN LINER
THIS commemorates a voyage on the _State of Nevada_, in September 1883,
all the way from the Broomielaw to Greenock. The vessel conveyed one of
those batches of emigrants from eastern Europe, aliens whose goal of
apparent happiness lies far beyond the confines of our little islands
over which they pass on their way to the west. Pathetic groups they are,
not always seeming sad, but hopeful, looking for something beyond the
sea. I have never been fortunate enough to see them in the realisation
of their hopes, but I remember seeing a group of them in one of the
western States--not quite so far west as that after which this vessel
was named--sitting waiting for a train to take them farther west, still
pathetic, still hopeful, still looking for something beyond.
[Illustration:
Emigrants Waiting
Embarking
“Farewell”
The Captain and the River Pilot
The Doctor and the Fair Intermediate
Saloon Passengers
The Stewardess
The Saloon Songster
Inspecting Steerage Passengers
Mustering the Crew
“To the West”]
THE COASTING SEASON
TO the reflective mind it must always seem a wonderful thing that the
Clyde, when it was choosing its channel, elected to run through Glasgow.
If it had turned aside, say at Hamilton, and run away down to the sea by
Kilmarnock and Ayr it would have been most awkward for Glasgow,
especially in summer time, but fortunately for the steamboat companies
the city had attractions which the river could not resist.
[Illustration:
Owing chiefly to the fine weather that has fallen to our lot, the
Passenger traffic to the Coast has already begun to assume
Considerable dimensions
Many families having entered upon the enjoyments of Holidaying at the
Seaside, Whilst the Crowded Steamers testify that townspeople are
eager to take advantage of the daily excursions
down the Clyde]
HOW TO GO TO THE COAST
YOUR house-taking having been arranged, the first duty is (1) with the
assistance of your family to do the packing. Next morning (2) you drive
to the Broomielaw, where (3) you put your family on board a steamer, and
(4) go to your office for an hour, leaving instructions with your chief
clerk for the proper conduct of business in your absence. Then (5) you
take train to Greenock, and (6) join your family, who are not much
inconvenienced by the rain which has been pouring for an hour and a
half. After some considerable time, you (7) arrive at a pier where you
are put ashore with your belongings. In a light vehicle (8) you travel
over several miles of rather broken road, while your few odds and ends
(9) follow in a cart. At length (10) your secluded retreat appears in
view, and ere long (11) you are cheered by the warm welcome of your
landlady.
That is how we did it in our young days years and years ago.
[Illustration]
IN ARRAN
WE natives of the Clyde are devoted to Arran. It has a charm for us
found nowhere else in the world, especially for us old fogies who
remember the island in its more primitive state when Gaelic was
universally spoken and the English was delivered in the most delicious
Hieland accent, or when, joy of joys! some one was found who hadn’t a
word of English at all. This page, gleaned about Corrie in 1884, was
titled in _Quiz_ “The ’Ills of Arran.” Well, we cheerfully put up with
these, with the “h” or without. When we were children nothing mattered.
[Illustration:
Cast Adrift
Watching the New Arrivals
The Cats’ Steeple-Chase
“Methinks I scent the morning Air”
A Chimney Can
The Luxury of Dressing
The Parson’s Paradise
Interviewing a Native
The great Advantage of Driving in Arran is that it affords numberless
opportunities for Pedestrian Exercise.
A Wayside Letter Box
Of course the papers are to be had every day,
but sometimes it is a little dull.]
AGAIN IN ARRAN
THIS time our sketches are in the vicinity of King’s Cross and Whiting
Bay, though a touch of Brodick is observable. It is, I think, the
_Brodick Castle_ that is discharging its passengers.
[Illustration:
Delivery of Males
Bay things
POST OFFICE GROCERIES
A Branch Post Office
Accommodation for all classes
On Goatfell The Top still distant
Setting out for a stroll
Returning
On Brodick Pier]
SEASIDE BITS
IT must be confessed that if these are Glasgow people--and who is bold
enough to say they are not?--it is not on the shores of their native
Clyde that they disport themselves. These are the sands of the Forth and
that is the pier at Elie which the steamer is approaching. But, observe,
these must be Glasgow children who are making a castle in the sand. The
real east-coasters dig a hole to sit in, instead of piling a mound to be
washed away by the tide.
[Illustration:
Students of Natural History
Dry Details
The Bath Voluntary
The Bath Compulsory
Marine Architecture
A Drain on the Ocean
An Appropriated Claim
Horse Exercise
On the peer
Home with the Spoil
The Reverend and Bashful Mr. Cassock on the way to his Forenoon Dip
encounters the Modest Misses Meagre returning]
A YACHTING CRUISE
IT was on board Mr. James Morrison’s twenty-tonner _Sayonara_, and we
ran from Rothesay Bay to Lamlash in a brisk sou’-west breeze. I have a
painful recollection of being the original of the sketch marked “Grief,”
but I felt much better when we got under the shelter of the Holy Island.
Next day when it was blowing more than a quarter of a gale--to put it
mildly--we ran a race, were drenched to the skin, even to the skin of
our teeth by which we seemed to hold on, but we enjoyed ourselves and
anchored in the Kyles of Bute for the night.
[Illustration:
A Sou’West Breeze
Looking Out for Squalls
The Yachtsman’s Chief Delight
Leisure
Activity
Grief
Study
Enquiry
CHALKERS EXTRA TOAST BISCUITS
Nightcaps
Repose]
CORINTHIAN YACHTING
THIS was the opening cruise of the Corinthian Yacht Club for 1885. It
was not a very extensive cruise, starting as it did from Hunter’s Quay
and coming to anchor at Roseneath. Mr. J. M. Tulloch, rear-commodore of
the Club, was flag-officer of the day on board his schooner _Helen_. It
need scarcely be explained that the group in the right-hand corner has
no immediate connection with the Corinthians. It seems more akin to the
Galatians.
[Illustration:
The “Cumberland”
Non-Corinthians
Corinthians lying off Hunter’s Quay
“Carina”
WITH CORINTHIAN YACHTSMEN
The “Dolphin”
Off Gourock
On the “Helen” The Rear Commodore
The Hat-Changers]
ANOTHER YACHTING EXPERIENCE
THESE sketches tell their own sad sale. It was in Fairlie Roads that the
yacht lay--I forget the name of it--and Millport Regatta was to take
place on the following day. Why should men make merry over sea-sickness?
Let us not dwell on the subject.
[Illustration:
From the Railway the sea looks very uninviting
and does not improve on closer inspection
Getting out
Getting in
“I hope the wind keeps like this for the race tomorrow!”
A “companion” in misfortune
Hopeless Melancholy
A comforter
“I told you it wasn’t good enough!”
Night--“To sleep, but not to rest”
Morning--Once more on dry(!) land]
THE _COLUMBA_
YES, after all, for the ordinary person, the best day’s enjoyment to be
had on the Clyde is on board the _Columba_. That is how it used to
strike us long ago, and I don’t think we can be considered to have been
so very far wrong.
[Illustration:
Clearing up after rain
Seeing us off
Going ashore at Rothesay
My lady and her Maid
One Man’s Seat another Man’s poised on
Self-Examination
Responsibility
For the Girls
Where the Money Goes
Suspicious
My Grandfather’s pipe
Probably a Honeymoon]
FAIR DEALING
THE _Fair_ being, of course, Glasgow Fair, with its few days of freedom
from the clatter of machinery and from city smoke. Even those who can’t
go to the country or the coast may find things fresher than usual as a
result of the temporarily lessened population, and for those
stay-at-homes who like a sea-going sensation there’s always the
Waterloo-fly at the “shows.”
[Illustration:
Coast Lodgings all full. A Whin-bush and a Royal Drooko form an
agreeable shelter for the night
“Maw, maw! Help Me!! A parten’s gruppet ma tae!!!”
At Camlachie the Waterloo Fly is in great demand
but
there is such a thing as having too much of it
When visiting the policies of a bloated Aristocrat, it is always
pleasing to bring away some specimens of foliage
“Oh, Alexawnder, ma man, Come oot o’ the Sea. Ye’ll get yer feet a’
wat!”
“Hey Sojer! ’List me. I’ve spent every maik at the shows and I’m feart
tae gang hame”]
SOME FELLOW-TRAVELLERS
THESE can explain themselves, as fellow-travellers sometimes insist on
doing, whether we wish them to or not.
[Illustration:
The Invalid and his Anxious Wife
The Professor takes the opportunity of running over some Exam-papers
THE BEAUTY of TEMPERANCE
His Favourite Study
The Missing Pasteboard
A Duke? No, a traveller in Pickles
The Lady who is afraid of Draughts
She who rather enjoys a breeze
In the Wrong Train The Right Station just passing
Pointing out some scenes of his youth
May I ask if you object to smoking?
Politics]
TRAMS EAST AND WEST
MORE fellow-travellers, as found on the old-fashioned tramway-cars
between Kelvinside and Parkhead.
[Illustration:
Young East
TO PARKHEAD
TO KELVINSIDE
Young West
A little Marketing
Guardians of the Young
Susceptible to Cold
An East-end Exception
A West end Exception]
THE FLITTING TERM
TWO events leading up to the time in the merry month of May when
householders make a change of abode; also one incident in the life of
two maidens.
[Illustration:
HOUSES TO LET
THE HARDENED OCCUPIER
--“Bit the hoose is no tae let; the Mistress jist has oot the board
tae fricht the Factor”
THE UNSOPHISTICATED HUNTER
--“_You_ ask, Jack dearest”
--“No, Darling it’s _your_ duty, you know”
--“Do now, Jack”
--“Come now, Nellie”
&c. &c.
--“She neednae be that upsettin’ wi’ ’er porters an ’er big kist. I
mind fine when a’ _she_ had tae cairry wad ha’e gane in a
pocket-napyin!”]
A DOMESTIC EXPERIENCE
QUITE a common one in the ’eighties and ’nineties, and by no means rare
in the beginning of the twentieth century.
[Illustration:
Mrs. West End Parker advertised for a “General, experienced,
middle-aged accustomed to large Family” There were no applicants. But
after her next advt. “Lady-help, cultured, prepossessing--cheerful
disposition--about 20.” Mrs. W. E. P. was occupied from morning till
night considering replies in person]
A COMMERCIAL TRANSACTION
We have now reached the point where the characters in the sketches,
having words of their own to say, do not require the aid of the
annotator.
[Illustration:
THE OFFER
THE REFUSAL.
THE COMPROMISE.
AFTER SETTLEMENT: THE BUYER.
AFTER SETTLEMENT: THE SELLER]
SAFETY ASSURED
_Mrs. Timour_--“You’re quite sure there’s no danger in this swell.”
_Sandie_--“Never a bit, Mistress; if ye wis tae fa’ oot or onything, we
could easy grup ye wi’ the boat-hook.”
[Illustration]
BEARING WITH THE INFIRMITIES OF A FRIEND
_Dougal_ (very sympathetically)--“Yes, mem; you’ll see, Duncan was a
second kizzin to the corpe, an’ he’s ta’en a bit turn o’ the he’rt juist
for a meenit.”
[Illustration]
THE PARSON OF THE PERIOD
_Jean_--“Whatna ane o’ them dae ye think the minister’s efter?”
_Mrs. McAlpine_--“Toots, ’e’s efter nane o’ them, I’m thinkin’. If fufty
was comin’ the day an’ fufty was comin’ the morn, he’d blaw in a’ their
lugs!”
[Illustration]
SPIRITUAL APATHY
THE new minister had intimated that he would open a class for young
people in the Manse on Thursday evenings at eight o’clock. On the first
Thursday thereafter, at eight-fifteen, the attendance was not at all
encouraging.
[Illustration]
EMULATION
NOTHING is more aggravating when you are taking a long country walk with
a short friend, than his insisting on stepping over fences as you do,
when he could so much more easily crawl under.
[Illustration]
A BONE OF CONTENTION
IT may be asked, why does this young man not make himself agreeable to
these girls if he is the only male to be had? We have to state in reply
that he has made himself agreeable to all the young ladies in turn, and
now they have begun to quarrel about him.
[Illustration]
NATURE’S SIMPLICITY
_Candid Celt_--“There’s them that was sayin’ to me what an aaful nice
ponnie cratur the leddy was.”
_Person on Honeymoon_--“That was very good of them indeed.”
_Candid Celt_--“Ay, ay, an’ they’ll wonder extr’or’nar whatt wey she’ll
not get a praa’er lad nor yersel, onywey!”
[Illustration]
ANOTHER OF THE SAME
[Scene--not a hundred miles from Brodick.]
_Miss Spry_ (who with her sister has accepted a lift)--“O, driver, would
you keep well to one side: here is _another conveyance_ coming!”
[Illustration]
GIVE A DOG A BAD NAME
--“What’s your little sister crying for, Donald?”
--“Oh she aye greets when she sees the doctor, an’ thon’s him comin’
along the road.”
[Illustration]
WHAT IT’S COMING TO
_Affable vis-a-vis to Sedate Old Gentleman_--“Do anything in politics,
sir? May as well tell you I support the Empire myself. Trample on the
Crown and Constitution, sir--you’re on my corns!”
[_Old gentleman shifts his feet uneasily and is dumb._
[Illustration]
THE REASON OF IT
[Scene--A Drawing-Room in the Country.]
_First Young Lady_--“I suppose there are a great many young men in
Glasgow.”
_Second and Third Young Ladies_ (carelessly)--“Oh, about seventy or
eighty thousand or more.”
_First Young Lady_--“_That_ accounts for so many of you Glasgow girls
getting engaged. I knew there must be _something_!”
[Illustration]
AN ART EXTRA
_Sandie_ (afraid that his companion’s interest in the Exhibition is
flagging) “Noo, we’re comin’ tae a Hunder’-an’-fifty pounder!”
[Illustration]
GUID GEAR
----“Wha’s that Mary MacCallum’s gaun wi’ noo?”
----“I dinna ken. He wad need tae be guid, for he’s naether big nor
bonnie!”
[Illustration]
WHAT IT IS TO BE A LORD
----“See yon’s the Airl o’ Rosebery, that wee man wi’ the nae whiskers!”
----“Lo’d sake!--The Craetur!”
[Illustration]
NOT A LIKELY CUSTOMER
_Fruit Merchant_--“Hey, keep yer haunds off the barra if ye’re no
gaun’ae buy the plooms.”
[Illustration:
RIPE PLUMS]
JEER, BOYS, JEER
_Ironical Chorus of Depraved Juveniles_--“Haw, haw! Wire in, Kilties!
Quick march! Stand at Ease! Hurray for the Feather-heids!”
[Illustration]
REGULAR DEAD-HEADS
_Fair Saleswoman_--“Would you like to buy a ticket for this beautiful
cushion?”
_Lady from the Country_--“Deed no, we’re no gaun’ae buy onything. We
cam’ in wi’ complimentary tickets, an’ we’re jist gaun’ae enjoy
oorsels.”
[Illustration]
PRIDE OF STATION
_The Goldsmith_--“Now this is just the thing for your son--a very fine
keyless watch.”
_The Mother_--“Ye needna bother lettin’ us see that. Oor boy has aye
been brocht up a _gentleman_, an’ we want nane o’ your _keelie’s_
watches for him!”
[Illustration]
SYMPATHY
_Hardy Mariner sings lustily_--
“And a mahther weeps
Awr a Seller’s grev.”
_Old Lady_--“Puir wee mannie, here’s a penny. I’m sure your mither never
thocht ye would come tae this!”
[Illustration]
A CITY IDYLL
_He of the Milk-shop_--“There’s nae chance tae get on in the place I’m
in; the longer ye’re there they jist gie ye the mair cans tae carry.”
[Illustration]
OUR BOYS
_Chief Clerk_ (emphatically)--“What I say _is_ that a Governor who
forces a fellow to work, and tries to prevent a fellow’s friends from
calling to have a quiet chat, deserves to be----”
[_The rest is too awfully emphatic._
[Illustration]
A SEASONABLE THREAT
_Gentleman on Foot_--“Swe-e-e-p behind!”
_Gentleman on Carriage_--“Shut up, ye big-heidet ned! Mind if I come aff
I’ll spile yer Jubilee for ye!”
[Illustration]
BEARING A BOOL
_Sandie_--“Aw, Grannie--Grannie,--I’ve swallowed ma whinnie!”
_Grannie_--“Awa’ hame wi’ ye then--awa’ hame this vera meenit! Ye’re no
gaun’ae dee here!”
[Illustration]
SAIR FASHED
_Friend_--“Hoo are ye likin yer new place, Jeanie?”
_Nursery Maid_--“Ugh, I’m fair wrocht aff my feet. I’ve five o’ them tae
look efter, an’ there’s only yin at the schule!”
[Illustration:
NURSERY PLANTS]
HE KNEW SHE WAS RIGHT
_Jock Tamson_ (who has been catching it pretty hot from Mrs.
T.)--“Bleeze awa’, Betty Wumman, bleeze awa’! I’m no worth showin’ a
Christian speerit tae!”
[Illustration]
THE SOFT ANSWER
_He_--“Come on, Wumman! Hae ye been tae the Cross an’ back?”
_She_--“Aw! Did ye think ye had lost yer ain we lammie doo?”
[Illustration:
2D. 8 SWELL CIGARS FOR 2D.]
KIND INDEED
_Applicant for Situation_--“I’m very sorry, mum, that I don’t suit ye,
for I must say I’m partickler well pleased with yer appearance.”
[Illustration]
ALMOST TOO FASHIONABLE
----“Eh Jennie, ye’re nate! Ye’re a rael leddy!--Bit losh, sic a
‘toor-noor’!”
[Illustration]
THE RISING GENERATION
_Injured Innocent_ (to father who has been dozing)--“Is there _any_
prospect of my being attended to? I understand that my mother gave you
definite instructions to _rock me to sleep_, and here I am!”
[Illustration]
PARADISE LOST
_Freddie_--“What’s ’at lady and gentleman crying for?”
_Mamie_ (with some recollection of the consequences of eating green
fruit--“O, ’at’s Adam ’n’ Eve, an ’ey’s cryin’ ’cos ’ey ett a apple!”
[Illustration]
A BAD RECOVERY
_Freddie_ (with excitement)--“O, mamma! we’ve had such fun with our new
umbrella. It blew outside-in and if it hadn’t been for two boys that
helped us, Bertie and me could _never have got it right again_!”
[Illustration]
THE MAN OF FEELING
_Poverty_--... “So that any monetary help, however small, would be most
thankfully received.”
_Affluence_--“Here’s twopence for you.”
_Poverty_--“Bless my soul, sir! Do you take me for a _common beggar_?”
[Illustration]
A RIGHT TO A CHARACTER
_Deserving Widow_--“My laddie’s gaun tae the Toon tae seek a place an’ I
wad be awfu’ obleeged tae ye for a character. He’s a lazy, throughither
brat, but if ye jist write ‘smert, active, honest ’an industrious,’
folk’ll surely believe the minister.”
[Illustration]
A PROVISIONAL ORDER
_Betty_--“Mrs. Mackie’s compliments an’ she wad like you an’ Miss Marget
tae come tae yer tea this efternoon.”
_Miss Mimm_--“Tell Mrs. Mackie with our compliments that we’ll be very
happy to come. Was there any other message?”
_Betty_--“Ay, she said if ye wis comin’ I wis tae get twa tippenny
scones an’ a quarter o’ fresh butter, but if ye said ‘No’ I wisnae tae
mind.”
[Illustration]
INTERFERENCE WITH FAMILY PRIVILEGE
_Message Boy_--“What are ye hittin’ the wee lassie for?”
_Enraged Party_--“Ay, I’ll hit ’er! I’ll let her see if _she’ll_ hurray
when _oor_ coals is tummelt!”
[Illustration]
HALLOWE’EN RIVALS
_First Light_--“Aw-haw! What a wee turnip!”
_Second Light_--“Ah, bit I don’t care. I’ve a big yin at hame, an’ I can
gang inside o’t an’ warm ma haunds at the caunle. Now!”
[Illustration]
A DISPUTE IN THE FIRM
_Junior Partner_--“Div ye think I’m gaun’ ae dae a’ the wark an’ let you
staun the hale day leanin’ on that shivvel--div ye?”
[Illustration]
DIGNITY OFFENDED
_The Master_--“Keep yer distance, noo! Hivn’t I tell’t ye afore that
it’s no the thing for the ’prentice tae walk aside the Coark?”
[Illustration]
BEFORE THE BALL
_Master of Ceremonies_ (in tone of command)--“Toap lady an’ gentleman
chassies doon an’ draps the lady tae the veezy-vee.”
[Illustration]
ETIQUETTE AT THE RIVETER’S REUNION
_He_--“Would ye dance the Circassian Circle wi’ me if ye please?”
_She_--“Beggin’ your pardon, Mister, bit I think ye hivn’t been
introjuced.”
[Illustration:
SMOKING STRICTLY PROHIBITED.
NO STANDING ON SEATS]
REAL BENEFACTORS
_Rev. Peter Sawder_ (about to close proceedings by proposing a vote of
thanks to the Sunday-school teachers)--“And now, dear children, before
we go we must thank those who have worked so hard to give us pleasure
to-night. Can you tell me who they are?”
_Grateful Boy_ (appreciatively)--“Please, sir, the Bakers, sir!”
[Illustration:
J. CRA ... BAKERY]
THE LOAVES AND THE FISHES
_The Rev. Mr. Fogey calls with some pecuniary relief from the session
for the poor widow who attends his church regularly on Sundays. Two
other reverend gentlemen have also called on similar errands, and Mrs.
McTaggle explains_: “Come awa’ in, sir. Ye’ll ken Mr. Blazer. I often
goes tae his prayer-meetin’ on Wednesdays. An’ this is Mr. Clapperton;
the weans is constant scholars in his Sunday-school. Eh, aye! A body has
a heap tae be thankfu’ for!”
[Illustration]
SIGNS OF THE FESTIVE SEASON
[Illustration:
--“Can I send the mistletoe, mum?”
--“Oh no, I’ll just take it with me. You see I’m a widow, and there’s
no saying----”
--“Vants any books or shoes or shplendit pictures, leddy?”
----“Na, na We’re ower thrang cleanin’-up fir Ne’rday tae look at
onything the noo.”
“Come on up quick Geordie, there’s Sassengers for the dinner!”
--“You know, I feel it a positive pain to dine unless every dish is of
the choicest possible variety.”]
MORE SIGNS OF THE FESTIVE SEASON
[Illustration:
“You’d better awa hame wi’ yer shivvel. A’ve dune every dour in this
crescent a’ready”
--“If I hadnae thocht there wis some o’ that curran’-bun left ower
frae last New Year I wad hae sent oot for a pund.”
“Eh, wumman! I’m that waik. We wis at a graun pairty in ma son’s last
nicht an’ I’ve ta’en naething the day but a peill an’ a cup o’ tea--”
Tom gets a smoking cap from Bessie and a pair of slippers from Kate.
He is very grateful but has not made up his mind which girl to propose
to.
“Well, of course, I’m awfully, _awfully_ fond of chocolate-cake, but
I’ve a _perfect_ _terror_ for oranges!”
Baby gets quite a lot of Christmas Cards He does enjoy them!]
RANDOM QUOTATIONS
I HAD thought it desirable to wind up with some apt quotation from the
poets, but I am afraid I have not successfully done so. It would be rash
to claim that the quotations here given are apt, or that the sketches in
any way elucidate the text of the classic authors. Indeed, an
examination of the context would, I am almost certain, reveal the fact
that not in a single instance has the real meaning of the passages been
caught by the illustrator. Better close the volume without further
remark.
[Illustration:
“I was a child and she was a child
In this Kingdom by the sea
* *
With a love that the wingèd sheriffs uneven
Coveted her and me.”
--Poe
“Blest be the Art that canny mortal eyes.”
--Cowper.
“No mate, no comrade loose I knew.”
--Wordsworth.
“Uneasy lies the head that wears sack roun’.”
--Shakespeare.
“Come fourth, thou fearful man!”
--Shakespeare