"WELL! GOOD BYE, UNCLE! I'VE ENJOYED MYSELF VERY MUCH IN THE COUNTRY; AND IF YOU WILL RUN UP TO LONDON AT ANY TIME, I'LL SHOW YOU A LITTLE LIFE!"] [Illustration: SET FAIR.] [Illustration: STORMY, AND MUCH RAIN.] _OUT OF TOWN._ [Illustration: _A BATH AT BOULOGNE._ APPALLING POSITION OF MR. AND MRS. TOMKINS, WHO HAD A JIB HORSE WHEN THE TIDE WAS COMING IN.] [Illustration: _DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS._--No. I. THE NOSE OF THE HIPPOPOTAMUS PUT OUT OF JOINT BY THE YOUNG ELEPHANT.] [Illustration: _DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS._--No. II. DELICATE STATE OF THE HIPPOPOTAMUS. IT IS ORDERED CHANGE OF AIR, AND A LITTLE SEA-BATHING.] [Illustration: _DOMESTIC EVENT IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS._--No. III. THE HIPPOPOTAMUS HAS QUITE RECOVERED, AND IS TAKEN OUT FOR AN AIRING.] [Illustration: _CONSOLS AT 90._ _Husband._ "WELL! I DECLARE I'M QUITE GLAD IT'S A WET DAY. IT WILL BE AN EXCUSE TO STOP AT HOME WITH MY DARLING LITTLE PIPSEY POPSY. WHAT DO YOU SAY, DICKEY! EH? PRETTY DICK! PRETTY DICK!"] [Illustration: _CONSOLS AT 80._ _Husband._ "GO OUT FOR A WALK! NONSENSE! I'VE SOMETHING ELSE TO DO. I THINK TOO, YOU MIGHT PULL DOWN THAT BLIND, UNLESS YOU WANT THE SUN TO SPOIL ALL THE FURNITURE; AND, DEAR, DEAR, DO FOR GOODNESS' SAKE, JEMIMA, TAKE THAT D---- CANARY OUT OF THE ROOM!"] [Illustration: _A BIT OF SERIOUS PANTOMIME._ A MESSAGE FROM THE LORDS.] [Illustration: _ANOTHER BIT OF SERIOUS PANTOMIME._ "HATS OFF, STRANGERS!"] [Illustration: _NEW CRICKETING DRESSES TO PROTECT ALL ENGLAND AGAINST THE PRESENT SWIFT BOWLING._] [Illustration: _AQUATICS._ WHO IS THIS? WHY, THIS IS MR. JOHN CHUBB PULLING ONE OF HIS LONG, SLOW, STEADY STROKES. HE IS TAKING MORE PAINS THAN USUAL, BECAUSE THOSE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE ROUND HATS ARE SITTING ON THE LAWN DRAWING FROM NATURE.] [Illustration: AND--HERE ARE THE GIRLS IN THE ROUND HATS.] [Illustration: _THE NEW GROOM._ _Gentleman._ "DO YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT YOU UNDERSTAND THE CARE OF HORSES?" _Boy._ "WELL, SIR, I HAD OUGHT TO--FOR I'VE BEEN AMONGST 'EM ALL MY LIFE."] [Illustration: _AN ANCIENT IMPOSTOR._ _Youths._ "THEN, I SUPPOSE, WHEN YOU WERE A SMUGGLER, YOU USED TO HAVE REG'LAR COMBATS AND FIGHTS?" _Boatman._ "COMBATS AND FIGHTS! LOR LOVE YER, WE WOS A'MOST ALWAYS AT IT. ONCE IN PARTICKLER I CALL TO MIND. I HAD THREE BALLS THROUGH MY HEAD AND TWO IN THE STUMMUCK (WHICH I FEEL 'EM NOW SOMETIMES IN THE WINTER I DO), BESIDES BEIN' RUN THROUGH WITH A CUTLASS, AND ALL MY FRONT TEETH KNOCKED OUT BY THE PERWENTIVE MAN'S TELESCOPE, WICH LUCKILY SHUT UP, OR THERE'S NO KNOWIN' WOT MIGHT 'A BIN THE CONSEQUENCE. AH! THERE _WOS_ GOINGS ON THEN. BUT, LOR, IT AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE IT NOW!" [_Youths are deeply impressed._] [Illustration: _A REFLECTION._