The cabman who doesn't know his way about London is exceptional, but he is met with occasionally, and very provoking he is; but to have his little trap-door knocked off its hinges because he takes a wrong turning is a punishment in excess of his fault. The young gentleman passenger is of an impatient turn, and he will find that his impatience will have to be paid for unless the cabman is more good-natured than he looks. [Illustration: "CABMAN IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURNING, THAT'S ALL."] Flunkeiana cannot be omitted in this short summary of Leech's work, more especially as the first of a long series is one of the best. Nothing can be conceived more perfect than the man and the maid at the seaside--the girl, French from top to toe; the flunkey, a most perfect type of the class. FRENCH MAID: "You like--a--ze--seaside--M'sieu Jean Thomas?" JOHN THOMAS: "Par bokhoo, mamzelle--par bokhoo. I've--aw--been so accustomed to--aw--gaiety in town, that I'm--aw--a'most killed with arnwee down here." The immortal Briggs made his first appearance in _Punch_ in the year 1849, and with one or two records of his career I regret to say I must close my selected list of Leech's early works. To say I regret this is to say little, for I am obliged to forego numberless delightful works, many as good as, and some perhaps better than, those I have presented to my readers. Mr. Briggs first appears with newspaper in hand in his snug breakfast-room, listening to a complaint from the housemaid that a slate is off the roof, and the servant's bedroom in danger of being flooded. Mr. Briggs replies that the sooner it is put to rights the better, before it goes any further--and he will see about it. Mr. Briggs does see about it; he sees the builder, who tells him that "a little compo" is all that is wanted. The drawings show that eight or ten men are required to manage the little compo, much to Mr. Briggs' astonishment. In the next scene a huge scaffolding is raised, and a small army of labourers are at work on Mr. Briggs's roof. A noise enough to wake the dead has awoke Mr. Briggs at the unpleasant hour of five in the morning. Flower-pots and bricks fall past his dressing-room window. He finds "no time has been lost, and that the workpeople have already commenced putting the roof to rights." The builder would not be true to his craft if he did not improve the occasion and show his employer how easy, now that the workpeople were about, it would be to make certain additions in the shape of a conservatory, etc., to the house. Briggs weakly listens to the voice of the charmer; walls are battered down to enlarge the dining-room, and the entrance-hall is enlarged. Mr. Briggs's health gives way, and he calls in the doctor, who prescribes horse exercise.