_Passenger._ "WHAT! SMOKING! THAT'S VERY REPREHENSIBLE. PERHAPS IT WAS THE CLERICAL GENTLEMAN WHO HAS JUST GOT OUT OF THE NEXT COMPARTMENT."] [Illustration: _PRODIGIOUS!_ _Schoolmistress._ "YOU SEE, MY LOVE--IF I PUNCTURE THIS INDIA-RUBBER BALL IT WILL COLLAPSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" _Child._ "OH, YES, I UNDERSTAND--IF YOU PRICK IT, IT WILL GO SQUASH."] [Illustration: _BLESS THE BOY!_ _Old Lady._ "NOW, ARTHUR, WHICH WILL YOU HAVE? SOME OF THIS NICE PUDDING, OR SOME JAM TART?" _Juvenile._ "NO PASTRY, THANK-YE, AUNT. IT SPOILS ONE'S WINE SO. I DON'T MIND A DEVILLED BISCUIT, THO', BY-AND-BY, WITH MY CLARET." (_Old Lady turns all manner of colours._] [Illustration: _HOOKING AND EYEING._ _Angelina (the Wife of his Bussum)._ "WELL, EDWIN, IF YOU CAN'T MAKE THE 'THINGS,' AS YOU CALL THEM, MEET, YOU NEED NOT SWEAR SO. IT'S REALLY QUITE DREADFUL."] [Illustration: _A GAY YOUNG FELLOW._ _Young Rapid._ "YOU ARE QUITE SURE THIS IS THE CORRECT DRESS FOR A YOUNG FELLOW OF THAT PERIOD, EH?" _Mr. Noses._ "OH, PERFECTLY CORRECT, SIR; AND REALLY LOOKS SPLENDID ON YER!"] [Illustration: _"DE GUSTIBUS," &c., &c._ _Snip._ "THAT'S A SWEET THING FOR A WAISTCOAT, SIR, AND WOULD LOOK UNCOMMON WELL UPON YOU, SIR!"] [Illustration: _JEALOUSY._ _Betrothed (who does not dance the Polka)._ "I SHOULD LIKE TO PUNCH HIS HEAD--A CONCEITED BEAST!"] [Illustration: _A BON-BON FROM A JUVENILE PARTY._ _Alfred._ "I SAY, FRANK, AREN'T YOU GOING TO HAVE SOME SUPPER?" _Frank._ "A--NOT AT PRESENT. I SHALL WAIT TILL THE WOMEN LEAVE THE ROOM."] [Illustration: _SPECULATORS._ "THIS AIN'T SUCH A WERRY BAD IDEA, IS IT, JIM? HERE'S THE GREAT DIDDLESEX WRITES TO ME FOR FIVE BOB ON A HUNDRED AN' FIFTY SHARES; AND, TO SAVE TROUBLE, VANTS THE NAME OF MY SOLICITUR."] [Illustration: _A PROFESSIONAL MAN._ _Medical Student._ "WELL, OLD FELLOW, SO YOU'VE 'PASSED' AT LAST." _Consulting Surgeon._ "YES; BUT I DON'T GET MUCH PRACTICE, SOMEHOW--ALTHOUGH I AM NEARLY ALWAYS AT HOME, IN CASE ANY ONE SHOULD CALL."] [Illustration: _PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT._ _Little Hairdresser (mildly)._ "YER 'AIR'S VERY THIN ON THE TOP, SIR." _Gentleman (of ungovernable temper)._ "MY HAIR THIN ON THE TOP, SIR? AND WHAT IF IT IS? CONFOUND YOU, YOU PUPPY, DO YOU THINK I CAME HERE TO BE INSULTED AND TOLD OF MY PERSONAL DEFECTS? I'LL THIN YOUR TOP!!"] [Illustration: _MERMAIDS AT PLAY; OR, A NICE LITTLE WATER PARTY._] [Illustration: _COMING TO THE POINT._ _Lover._ "SWEET GIRL, LET ME--HERE--AWAY FROM THE BUSY HUM OF MEN--AND WHERE NO MORTAL EYE CAN SEE US--DECLARE THAT PASSION WHICH--WHICH--" _Lady._ "THERE! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE GET UP, MR. TOMKINS, AND DON'T BE RIDICULOUS--JUST CONSIDER ALL THE TELESCOPES FROM THE PARADE!!"] [Illustration: _A LITTLE SURPRISE._ _Little Foot Page (unexpectedly)._ "HERE'S SOME GENTLEMEN, PLEASE SIR."] [Illustration: _INTERESTING SCENE DURING THE CANVASS FOR MR. ----. NOT A HUNDRED MILES FROM ----._