_Son and Heir._ "HOW MANY OF US ARE THERE? WHY, IF YOU COUNT THE GIRLS, THERE ARE SIX--BUT SOME PEOPLE DON'T COUNT THE GIRLS.--_I'M ONE!_"] MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. [Illustration: No. VII. MR. BRIGGS, NOT BEING GOOD AT HIS "FENCES," GOES THROUGH THE PERFORMANCE OF OPENING A GATE.] [Illustration: _LOVE ON THE OCEAN._ "'OH! IS THERE NOT SOMETHING, DEAR AUGUSTUS, TRULY SUBLIME IN THIS WARRING OF THE ELEMENTS?' BUT AUGUSTUS'S HEART WAS TOO FULL TO SPEAK."--_MS. Novel by Lady * * *._] [Illustration: _THE RISING GENERATION._ _Juvenile._ "UNCLE!" _Uncle._ "NOW THEN, WHAT IS IT? THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU'VE WOKE ME UP, SIR!" _Juvenile._ "OH! JUST PUT A FEW COALS ON THE FIRE, AND PASS THE WINE, THAT'S A GOOD OLD CHAP."] [Illustration: _RELIGION À LA MODE._ _Housemaid._ "I TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, PARKER, I SHALL BE VERY GLAD WHEN MISSUS HAS GOT TIRED OF THIS PUSEY-USM. IT MAY BE THE FASHION; BUT WHAT WITH HER COMIN' HOME LATE FROM PARTIES, AND GETTING UP FOR EARLY SERVICE, AND THEN GOIN' TO BED AGAIN, WE POOR SARVINTS HAS DOUBLE WORK A'MOST."] [Illustration: _STRANGE, BUT TRUE._ _Lady._ "BY THE WAY, MR. TONGS, I HAVE USED THAT BOTTLE OF BALM OF CALIFORNIA, BUT I FIND MY HAIR STILL COMES OFF."] [Illustration: _VERY ACUTE._ _Mr._ ----. "SO YOUR NAME IS CHARLEY, IS IT? NOW, CHARLEY DOESN'T KNOW WHO I AM?" _Sharp Little Boy._ "OH, YES! BUT I DO, THOUGH." _Mr._ ----. "WELL, WHO AM I?" _Sharp Little Boy._ "WHY, YOU'RE THE GENTLEMAN THAT KISSED SISTER SOPHY IN THE LIBRARY, ON TWELFTH NIGHT, WHEN YOU THOUGHT NO ONE WAS THERE."] [Illustration: _GLORIOUS NEWS._ "WELL, RUGGLES, IT'S ALL RIGHT!" "WHAT'S ALL RIGHT?" "WHY! WE ARE TO HAVE MARIO AGAIN."] MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. [Illustration: No. VIII. _MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER DAY WITH THE HOUNDS._ MR. BRIGGS CAN'T BEAR FLYING LEAPS, SO HE MAKES FOR A GAP--WHICH IS IMMEDIATELY FILLED BY A FRANTIC PROTECTIONIST, WHO IS VOWING THAT HE WILL PITCHFORK MR. B. IF HE COMES "GALLOPERRAVERING" OVER HIS FENCES--DANG'D IF HE DOAN'T.] [Illustration: _AN EYE TO BUSINESS._] [Illustration: _NOT A DIFFICULT THING TO FORETELL._ "LET THE POOR GIPSY TELL YOUR FORTUNE, MY PRETTY GENTLEMAN."] [Illustration: _FLOWERS OF THE FRENCH ARMY--PICKED AT PARIS._] [Illustration: _NOT YET!_] [Illustration: _HIGHLY INTERESTING._ "SEEN THAT PARTY LATELY?" "WHAT? THE PARTY WITH THE WOODEN LEG, AS COME WITH--" "NO, NO--NOT THAT PARTY. THE PARTY, YOU KNOW, AS--" "OH! AH! I KNOW THE PARTY YOU MEAN NOW." "WELL, A PARTY TOLD ME AS HE CAN'T AGREE WITH THAT OTHER PARTY, AND HE SAYS THAT IF ANOTHER PARTY CAN'T BE FOUND TO MAKE IT ALL SQUARE, HE SHALL LOOK FOR A PARTY AS WILL." (_And so on for half an hour._)] [Illustration: _SOUND ADVICE._ _Master Tom._ "HAVE A WEED, GRAN'PA?" _Gran'pa._ "A WHAT! SIR?" _Master Tom._ "A WEED!--A CIGAR, YOU KNOW." _Gran'pa._ "CERTAINLY NOT, SIR. I NEVER SMOKED IN MY LIFE." _Master Tom._ "AH! THEN I WOULDN'T ADVISE YOU TO BEGIN."]