As there is no condition in life that has not proved food for Leech's pencil, that of the waiter was fruitful in many never-to-be-forgotten scenes. I introduce one which is very humorous, and scarcely an exaggeration. It is called "How to Suit the Taste." A guest seems to have found his port too new and strong. [Illustration: "HOLLO! HI! HERE, SOMEBODY! I'VE TURNED ON THE HOT WATER, AND I CAN'T TURN IT OFF AGAIN!"] One of the peculiarities of Leech's art is that "time cannot wither it, nor custom stale its infinite variety." I defy the most serious Scotchman to look at the sketch below without laughing at it. As the gentleman who is on the highroad to being parboiled is in one of the sketches of 1846, many of my readers may see him for the first time. I envy that man; but though I am very familiar with the wonderful little drawing, a renewed acquaintance is always a delight to me. We know the bather can jump out of the scalding water when he likes, but there he is, with clouds of steam rising about him, screaming in deadly terror for "somebody" to come to his rescue. [Illustration: "SYMPTOMS OF A MASQUERADE." BETTER-HALF (_loq._): "Is this what you call sitting up with a sick friend, Mr. Wilkins?"] Here follows a drawing of a different character, opening up very appreciable possibilities, and not very pleasant consequences for the hero of the piece. Mr. Wilkins left the domestic hearth to sit up with a sick friend. "Yes, my dear," I can hear him say to his spouse, "I may be late; for if I find I can comfort the poor fellow by my conversation, I cannot find it in my heart to hurry away from him." Wicked Mr. Wilkins! What was there wrong in going to a masquerade? and if it was criminal to do so, why leave the evidence of your guilt where Mrs. W. could find it? Was that a _lady's_ mask? In the eyes of the outraged wife I dare say it was, though it may only have been used to cover the homely features of the deceiver, whose pale face and empty soda-water bottle plainly prove that the evening's entertainment will not bear the morning's reflections. [Illustration: JUVENILE: "I say, Charley, that's a jeuced fine gurl talking to young Fipps! I should like to catch her under the mistletoe."]