MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. [Illustration: No. IX. MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER GLORIOUS DAY WITH THE HOUNDS, AND GETS THE BRUSH (FOR WHICH HE PAYS HALF-A-SOVEREIGN--ONLY DON'T TELL ANYBODY).] [Illustration: _AWFUL POSITION DURING A STORM._] [Illustration: _DOG-DAYS! PLEASANT FOR JOHN THOMAS._ _Old Lady._ "JOHN THOMAS!" _John Thomas._ "YES, MY LADY!" _Old Lady._ "CARRY ESMERALDA--SHE'S GETTING TIRED, POOR DARLING!"] [Illustration: _ALARMING._ _Hairdresser._ "THEY SAY, SIR, THE CHOLERA'S IN THE _H_AIR, SIR!" _Gent. (very uneasy)._ "INDEED! AHEM! THEN I HOPE YOU ARE VERY PARTICULAR ABOUT THE BRUSHES YOU USE." _Hairdresser._ "OH! I SEE YOU DON'T _H_UNDERSTAND ME, SIR. I DON'T MEAN THE 'AIR OF THE 'ED, BUT THE _H_AIR _H_OF THE _H_ATMOSPHERE!"] [Illustration: _TEMPUS EDAX RERUM._ "GOOD GRACIOUS! IS IT POSSIBLE?--NO! YES! NO!--YES! YES, BY JUPITER, IT'S A GREY HAIR IN MY FAVOURITE WHISKER!"] [Illustration: _A ROMANCE OF ROAST DUCKS._ "MY DARLING, WILL YOU TAKE A LITTLE OF THE--A--THE STUFFING?" "I WILL, DEAR, IF YOU DO; BUT IF YOU DON'T, I WON'T."] MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. [Illustration: No. X. IN ANSWER TO NUMEROUS INQUIRIES, WE ARE HAPPY TO SAY, THAT MR. BRIGGS IS QUITE WELL, AND AT BRIGHTON. HE IS TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY TO GIVE HIS FAMILY A FEW RIDING LESSONS. WE SHOULDN'T WONDER IF HE WENT OUT WITH THE HARRIERS IN A DAY OR TWO.] [Illustration: _THE HONEYMOON._ AUGUSTUS MAKES THE TEA FOR THE FIRST MONTH OF HIS MARRIAGE.] MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING. [Illustration: No. XI. _MR. BRIGGS GOES OUT WITH THE BRIGHTON HARRIERS._ HE HAS A CAPITAL DAY. THE ONLY DRAWBACK IS, THAT HE IS OBLIGED TO LEAD HIS HORSE _UP_ HILL TO EASE HIM, AND _DOWN_ HILL BECAUSE HE IS AFRAID OF GOING OVER HIS HEAD--SO THAT HE DOESN'T GET QUITE SO MUCH HORSE EXERCISE AS HE COULD WISH!] [Illustration: _PRIVATE THEATRICALS._ DISMAY OF MR. JAMES JESSAMMY ON BEING TOLD THAT HE WILL SPOIL THE WHOLE THING IF HE DOESN'T SHAVE OFF HIS WHISKERS.] [Illustration: _TOWN AND COUNTRY._ _Country Footman meekly inquires of London Footman._ "PRAY, SIR, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF OUR TOWN? A NICE PLACE, AIN'T IT?" _London Footman (condescendingly)._ "VELL, JOSEPH, I LIKES YOUR TOWN WELL ENOUGH. IT'S CLEAN; YOUR STREETS ARE HAIRY; AND YOU'VE LOTS OF REWINS. BUT I DON'T LIKE YOUR CHAMPAGNE; ITS ALL GEWSBERRY."] [Illustration: _AN IMPENDING DISASTER._ _Boy._ "OH! IF YOU PLEASE'M--COOK'S VERY SORRY'M--BUT COULD SHE SPEAK TO YOU A MOMENT?"] _MORE FREE THAN WELCOME._ [Illustration: _Scene--The Kitchen._ _Cook._ "WHO WAS THAT AT THE DOOR, MARY?" _Mary._ "OH! SUCH A NICE-SPOKEN GENTLEMAN WITH MOUSTARCHERS. HE'S A WRITIN' A LETTER IN THE DRAWING-ROOM. HE SAYS HE'S A OLD SCHOOL-FELLER OF MASTER'S, JUST COME FROM INGIA." [Illustration: _Scene--The Hall._ THE NICE-SPOKEN GENTLEMAN IS SEEN DEPARTING WITH WHAT GREAT-COATS AND OTHER TRIFLES HE MAY HAVE LAID HIS HANDS UPON.] [Illustration: _WALTONIANS._