_Ferocious Hairdresser._ "NOW, SIR, SHALL I TAKE THE PINTS OFF THE WHISKERS?"] [Illustration: _BUSINESS-LIKE._ "I SAY, CHARLEY, DON'T YOU THINK YOU HAD BETTER GO BACK TO YOUR CUSTOMER?" _Incipient Wine Merchant._ "NOT YET. ALWAYS GONE A QUARTER OF AN HOUR FOR THE _VERY_ OLD PORT--FURTHER END OF THE CELLAR! CELLAR'S VERY EXTENSIVE! GREAT CARE NECESSARY FOR FEAR OF DISTURBING THE CRUST, YOU KNOW--ET CÆTERA--TWIG?"] [Illustration: _PRIDE FEELS NO PAIN._ _Arabella._ "OH! DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, FREDERICK. IT ISN'T THE SHOE, FOR THAT'S A GREAT DEAL TOO LARGE."] [Illustration: _DISCRETION._ _Gentleman from Town_ (_loq._). "OH, IF THIS IS ONE OF THE LITTLE PLACES CHARLEY SPOKE OF, I SHALL GO BACK."] [Illustration: _THE BEARD MOVEMENT._ DISMAY OF A BRITISH SWELL ON SEEING A POSTMAN WITH MOUSTACHES.] [Illustration: _THE FLY-CATCHER._] [Illustration: _WELL OUT OF IT._ "THAT'S A DEUCED GOOD HORSE TO GO, DRIVER. WHAT'S HIS FAULT THAT HE COMES IN A CAB?" "WELL, SIR, I DON'T KNOW OF ANY FAULT IN PERTICKLER, 'CEPT THAT WHEN HE BEGINS TO KICK, HE DO KICK LIKE BLAZES."] [Illustration: _THE POLICE WEAR BEARDS AND MOUSTACHES.--PANIC AMONGST THE STREET-BOYS._] [Illustration: _SERVANTGALISM._ _Mistress._ "WHY, NURSE--WHAT A TERRIBLE DISTURBANCE!--PRAY, WHAT IS THE MATTER?" _Nurse_ (_addicted to Pen and Ink_). "OH, MUM, IT'S DREADFUL!--HERE'S NEETHER ME NOR MARY CAN'T ANSWER NONE OF OUR LETTERS FOR THE RACKET!"] [Illustration: _THE NEW COOK._ _Missis._ "WHY, MY GOODNESS, COOK! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN ABOUT? FIVE O'CLOCK, AND THAT HARE NOT PUT DOWN YET!" _Artiste._ "CAN'T HELP IT, MARM. I NEVER KNEW ANYTHINK TAKE SUCH A TIME TO PLUCK IN MY LIFE!"] [Illustration: _NE PLUS(H) ULTRA._ _John Thomas._ "I TELL YOU WHAT, WILLIAM--THE PRESS MUST BE PUT DOWN! THEY'VE BIN AND GOT THE SOLDIERS' UNIFORM ALTERED, AND I SHOULDN'T WONDER IF THEY CALLED OURS RIDIKLUS NEXT!"] [Illustration: _A DELICATE COMPLIMENT._ _First Whip_ (_who is a little ruffled because the Fox won't break_). "NOW, THEN, SIR! OUT O' THE WAY, UNLESS YOU'LL GET INTO THE COVER. MAYHAP YOUR UGLY MUG MIGHT FRIGHTEN HIM OUT. COME UP, 'OSS!"] [Illustration: _AN INCIDENT WITH THE O. P. Q. HOUNDS._ MISS DIANA SLIPS OFF AT A FENCE, AND IS SO UNFORTUNATE AS TO LEAVE THE BETTER HALF OF HER HABIT ON THE POMMELS OF HER SADDLE.] [Illustration: _GREAT BOON TO THE PUBLIC._ _Incipient Swell_ (_in costume of the period_). "WELL! TA-TA, GUS! I SHALL JUST GO AND SHOW MYSELF IN THE PARK."] [Illustration: _THE RIGHT MEN IN THE RIGHT PLACE; VIZ., A CLUB WINDOW._ _Old General Muddle._ "WHAT I SAY, IS--IS--EH? WHAT? BY JOVE! WHAT THE DOOCE SHOULD CIVILIANS KNOW ABOUT--EH? WHAT--AHEM!--MILITARY AFFAIRS! AFFAIRS! EH?" _Colonel Splutter._ "HAH! THE PRESS, SIR! BY JOVE, THE PRESS IS THE CURSE OF THE COUNTRY, AND WILL BE THE RUIN OF THE ARMY! BY JOVE, I'D HANG ALL LITTERY MEN--HANG 'EM, SIR!"] [Illustration: _IN THE PARK._