[Illustration: _SERVANTGALISM; OR, WHAT'S TO BECOME OF THE MISSUSES?_--No. VIII. _Cook._ "WELL, TO BE SURE, MUM! LAST PLACE I WERE IN, MISSIS ALWAYS KNOCKED AT THE DOOR AFORE SHE COME INTO MY KITCHEN!!"] [Illustration: _THE ST. BERNARD MASTIFF. A HAPPY DOG--RATHER!_] [Illustration: _PRUDENCE AND IMPRUDENCE._ _Old Gentleman._ "A VERY NASTY JUMP, THAT! I SHALL GO ROUND BY SHUFFLER'S BOTTOM." _Juvenile._ "COME ALONG, OLD MAN! FOLLOW ME, AND I'LL SHOW YOU ALL THE SPORT." [_Exit_ YOUNG HOPEFUL _over the palings_.] [Illustration: _COUNTRY RACES._ GENTLEMEN RIDERS, WHO ARE SO LIKE PROFESSIONAL JOCKS, YOU CAN HARDLY TELL THE DIFFERENCE!] [Illustration: _FRIENDLY, BUT VERY UNPLEASANT._ _Lively Party_ (_charging_ ELDERLY GENTLEMAN _with his umbrella_). "HULLO, JONES!" [_Disgust of_ ELDERLY PARTY, _whose name is_ SMITH.] [Illustration: _AN EASY FORECAST._ _Gipsy._ "HAVE YOUR FORTUNE TOLD, MY PRETTY GENTLEMAN?" _Pretty Gent._ "OH! LAWK! DON'T MENTION IT!"] [Illustration: _GOING OUT ARRESTING._ "VELL, AARON, MY TEAR, 'AVE YER 'AD ANY SPORT?" "PRETTY VELL. I'VE BAGGED FOUR ALLOTTEES AND TWO PROVISIONALS."] [Illustration: _A GREAT MISFORTUNE._ _First Juvenile (in Cab)._ "WELL, CHARLEY, HAVE YOU HAD IT OUT WITH THE OLD BOY?" _Second Juvenile._ "YA--AS; AND--AW--WHAT DO YOU THINK THE UNDUTIFUL OLD GOVERNOR SA--AYS?" _First Juvenile._ "HAVEN'T THE LEAST ID--EAW." _Second Juvenile._ "WHY, HE SA--AYS I MUST DO SOMETHING TO GET MY OWN LIVING!" _First Juvenile._ "OH LAW! WHAT A HORRID BAW!"] [Illustration: _WHERE IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS._ _Engineer._ "DON'T BE ALARMED, MA'AM, IT'S ONLY A DUMPY LEVELLER." _Old Lady._ "LAW! DEAR NOW! WELL, I'M SURE I THOUGHT IT WAS A BLUNDERBUST. BUT DON'T FIRE IT OFF, YOUNG MAN, TILL I'M GOT BY, FOR I WAS ALWAYS TERRIBLE FEARED OF GUNS."] [Illustration: _MARCH OF LUXURY._ _Customer._ "HI! JAMES." _Potboy._ "NOW THEN, WHAT IS IT?" _Customer._ "JUST POP MY ARF-AN-ARF IN THE HICE FOR A MINIT. THAT'S A GOOD LAD."] [Illustration: _COMPLIMENTS._ _First Cabby (who is run up against)._ "NOW, THEN! 'VHERE DID YOU PICK UP THAT OLD STRAWBERRY POTTLE YOU CALLS A CAB?" _Second Cabby (who retorts)._ "SAME PLACE WHERE YER FOUND THAT BIT OF OLD RAG YER CALLS A 'ORSE."] [Illustration: _VISIT TO THE ANTEDILUVIAN REPTILES AT SYDENHAM--MASTER TOM STRONGLY OBJECTS TO HAVING HIS MIND IMPROVED._] [Illustration: _A HORRIBLE IDEA._ _First Languid Swell._ "GOOD GWACIOUS, ALFRED! ARE YOU ILL?" _Second ditto, ditto (gasping)._ "ILL! AW! YES! NO! I SHALL BE ALL RIGHT DIRECTLY. BUT--I--CONFESS--THE--SIGHT OF THAT FEMALE'S UMBRELLAW--COMPLETELY--FLAWED ME--MY DEAR CHARLES--CONCEIVE BEING OBLIGED TO CARRY--BUT NO, THE THOUGHT IS--TOO HORRIBLE!" [_They shudder, and walk on._] [Illustration: _FINE BUSINESS, INDEED! THE WRETCH!_ _Master of the House._ "OH! MARY! WHAT IS THERE FOR DINNER TO-DAY?" _Mary._ "I THINK, SIR, IT'S COLD MUTTON, SIR."