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STRANGE COIN.--Forty _odd_ pounds!
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[Illustration: THE MOMENTOUS QUESTION.--_Paterfamilias (who is just
beginning to feel himself at home in his delightfully new suburban
residence) interrupts the wife of his bosom._ "'Seaside!' 'Change of
air!!' 'Out of town!!!' What nonsense, Anna Maria! Why, good gracious
me! what on earth can you want to be going '_out of town_' for, when
you've got such a garden as _this_!"]
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[Illustration: SUGGESTIVE
_Dissipated Ballad Howler._ "Sweet spirit, 'ear my prayer!"]
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A CORRECTOR OF THE PRESS.--A policeman at a crowded crossing.
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NEVER ON ITS LEGS.--The most constant faller in the metropolis: the
Strand, because it is always being picked up.
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THE MARKETS.--There was a good deal of liveliness in hops, and a party
of strangers, who seemed to act together, took off the contents of all
the _pockets_ they could lay hold of. There was little doing in corn,
and what barley came in was converted into barley-water for a large
consumer. Peas were distributed freely in small samples through the
market, by means of tin tubes; and as usual there was a good deal of
roguery in grain, which it was found necessary to guard against.
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THE FORTNIGHTLY REVIEW.--The account day on the Stock Exchange.
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A REGULAR MAKE-SHIFT.--The sewing machine.
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CITY INTELLIGENCE.--We read, in a great aldermanic authority, that "a
dinner is on the _tapis_." The _tapis_ alluded to is, of course,
Gob'lin?
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[Illustration: THE RESULT OF CARELESS BILL-POSTING]
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[Illustration: A SKETCH NEAR PICCADILLY]
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[Illustration: MADAME CHRYSANTHEME
(_With apologies to "Pierre Loti."_)]
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A SATISFACTORY EXPLANATION.--_Mrs. Griddleton._ What are those square
things, coachman, you put over the poor horse's eyes?
_Driver._ Blinkers, ma'am.
_Mrs. G._ Why do you put them on, coachman?
_Driver._ To prevent the 'orse from blinking, ma'am.
[_Inquiry closed._
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