"REMEMBER THE STEWARD, SIR, IF YOU PLEASE."] MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES Of SHOOTING. [Illustration: No. III. 9 A.M., HIS ARRIVAL ON THE MOOR. MR. BRIGGS SAYS THAT THE FINE BRACING AIR MAKES HIM SO VIGOROUS THAT HE SHALL NEVER BE BEAT. HE ALSO FACETIOUSLY REMARKS THAT HE IS ON "HIS NATIVE HEATH," AND THAT HIS "NAME IS MACGREGOR!"] [Illustration: _THE STARVED-OUT ALDERMAN._ DREADFUL CASE OF DESTITUTION.] [Illustration: No. IV. 11 A.M. MR. BRIGGS BEGINS TO SHOW SYMPTOMS OF DISTRESS. HE FINDS HIS "NATIVE HEATH" A VERY DIFFERENT THING TO HIS "NATIVE FLAGSTONES."] [Illustration: _AN OCEAN SWELL._ THE DELIGHTFUL PROCESS OF DRESSING IN A BATHING-MACHINE.] [Illustration: _AN EXCLUSIVE._ _Enter Small Swell (who drawls as follows)._ "A--BROWN, A--WANT SOME MORE COATS!" _Snip._ "YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. HOW MANY WOULD YOU PLEASE TO WANT?" _Small Swell._ "A--LET ME SEE; A'LL HAVE EIGHT. A--NO, A'LL HAVE NINE; LOOK HERE! A--SHALL WANT SOME TROWSERS." _Snip._ "YES, SIR. THANK YOU, SIR. HOW MANY WOULD YOU LIKE?" _Small Swell._ "A--I DON'T KNOW EXACTLY. S'POSE WE SAY TWENTY-FOUR PAIRS; AND LOOK HERE! SHOW ME SOME PATTERNS THAT WON'T BE WORN BY ANY SNOBS!"] [Illustration: _ELEGANT HABIT._ _Mamma._ "MY DEAR FREDERICK, DO PRAY TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS!" _Frederick._ "COULDN'T DO IT, MAMMA, DEAR; ALL OUR MEN AT CAMBRIDGE WEAR THEIR HANDS IN THEIR POCKETS, AND I COULDN'T DISGRACE MY COLLEGE BY TAKING MINE OUT!!"] [Illustration: _PITY IS AKIN TO LOVE._ _Boy (loq.)._ "O DON'T I PITY THEM POOR NOBS IN _CARRIDGES_ THIS HOT WEATHER!"] [Illustration: _AN OMNIBUS INCIDENT._ _Man (thrusting his hand into the window)._ "WILL YOU BUY A PENKNIFE WITH A HUNDRED BLADES, SIR?"] MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING. [Illustration: No. V. 12 A.M. TOTAL PROSTRATION OF MR. BRIGGS.] [Illustration: _ANALOGY._ _Sporting Man (loquitur)._ "I SAY, CHARLES--THAT'S A PROMISING LITTLE FILLY ALONG O' THAT BAY-HAIRED WOMAN WHO'S TALKING TO THE BLACK-COB-LOOKING MAN!"] [Illustration: _JOHN THOMAS MISPLACED._ _Lady._ "YOU WISH TO LEAVE--REALLY IT'S VERY INCONVENIENT. PRAY--HAVE YOU ANY REASON TO BE DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR PLACE?" _Flunkey._ "OH, DEAR NO, MA'AM--NOT DISSATISFIED EXACTLY: BUT--A--THE FACT IS, MA'AM, YOU DON'T KEEP NO VEHICLE, AND I FIND I MISS MY CARRIAGE EXERCISE."] [Illustration: _NOTHING LIKE PRUDENCE._ _Maria (loq.)._ "MY DEAR CHARLES, BEFORE WE THINK OF MARRYING, I MUST ASK YOU WHAT YOU HAVE?" _Charles._ "MY DEAR MARIA, I WILL TELL YOU FRANKLY THAT ALL I HAVE IN THE WORLD IS A DRUM AND A CRICKET BAT; BUT PAPA HAS PROMISED ME A BOW AND ARROWS, AND A PONY, IF I'M A GOOD BOY." _Maria._ "OH! MY DEAR CHARLES, WE COULD NEVER LIVE AND KEEP HOUSE UPON THAT!"] [Illustration: _HOUSEMAIDS REFUSING SERVICE IN BELGRAVIA._ _Lady Emily._ "NOW DEAR, I WISH YOU WOULD BE QUICK, AND LIGHT THE FIRES, AND HELP ME TO MAKE THE BEDS." [_The Barracks being removed from Knightsbridge. Young Ladies do the Housework._]