[Illustration: _PREPARATIONS FOR WAR._--II. ENSIGN STUBBS, HAVING BEEN APPOINTED TO THE 121ST, GOES TO TRY ON HIS UNIFORM. _N.B.--The Gallant Ensign has hitherto been accustomed to dress in a loose, dégagé manner._] [Illustration: _WELL INTENDED, NO DOUBT._ _Quaker to British Lion._ "THERE, FRIEND! NOW LET ME PUT AWAY THOSE DANGEROUS VANITIES!"] [Illustration: _PREPARATIONS FOR WAR._--III. DELIGHT OF ONE OF OUR GUARDS NOW HE FEELS THAT THE COUNTRY WILL PROTECT "THE GIRL HE LEAVES BEHIND HIM."] [Illustration: _NOTHING LIKE FORETHOUGHT._ _Captain_ (_to Brother Officer_). "WHAT AM I ABOUT? I'LL TELL YOU, OLD BOY. THERE'S NO KNOWING WHAT MAY HAPPEN, SO I AM LEARNING THE NOBLE ART OF MAKING OMELETTES, IN CASE ANYTHING SHOULD HAPPEN TO OUR CHEF!"] [Illustration: _NO! DON'T._ "SO THEY ARE SENDING OUT BOOKS TO AMUSE THE POOR FELLOWS AT SCUTARI--AND VERY PROPER. I WILL SEND FIVE-AND-TWENTY COPIES OF MY LAST FIVE-ACT TRAGEDY OF 'THE ROMAN GRANDMOTHER."] [Illustration: _ENTHUSIASM._ _Inflamed Militia Man._ "TALK O' TH' ROOSHANS! THERE! DANG'D IF I WOULDN'T MOW 'EM DOWN FOR A SHILLIN' AN ACRE!"] [Illustration: _ON DOMESTIC SERVICE._ _Recruiting Sergeant._ "COME, TAKE THE SHILLING LIKE A MAN, AND HAVE A TURN AT THE RUSSIANS IN THE CRIMEA." _Pampered Menial._ "A--THANK YOU. I DON'T SEEM TO SEE IT. THE FACT IS--THAT--A--THE WORK IS 'ARD; AND--A--THE BOARD IS BAD."] [Illustration: _A LITTLE DINNER AT THE CRIMEA CLUB._] [Illustration: _EVENING PARTY AT SEBASTOPOL._] [Illustration: _PATIENT HEROES._ "WELL, JACK! HERE'S GOOD NEWS FROM HOME. WE'RE TO HAVE A MEDAL." "THAT'S VERY KIND. MAYBE ONE OF THESE DAYS WE'LL HAVE A COAT TO STICK IT ON!"] [Illustration: _HOW JACK MADE THE TURK USEFUL AT BALACLAVA._ _British Officer._ "HOLLOA, JACK! WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT NOW?" _Jack._ "WHY, YER HONOUR--YOU SEE RIDING'S A DEAL PLEASANTER THAN WALKING ABOUT HERE, AND WHEN THIS CHAP'S TIRED--I MOUNTS T'OTHER COVE!"] [Illustration: _A TRUMP CARD(IGAN)._ THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE UNDER LORD CARDIGAN AGAINST THE RUSSIAN BATTERIES AT BALACLAVA.] [Illustration: _SHARP'S THE WORD._ ADMIRAL PUNCH'S SIGNAL TO THE FLEET.] [Illustration: _UNIFORM STUPIDITY._ HOW TO DRESS A WARRIOR.] [Illustration: _HARD CASE IN THE BALTIC._ _A. B. Seaman._ "HERE'S A GO, BILL! YER MIGHT KNOCK ME DOWN WITH THE BUTT-END OF A MUSKIT, A'MOST! BLOW'D IF THE GAME AIN'T OVER, AND WE AIN'T HAD NO INNINGS!"] [Illustration: _A GRIEVANCE._ "I TELL YER WHAT, BILL! I DON'T HALF LIKE THESE HERE MOUSTARCHERS. THEY DO MOP UP SUCH A LOT OF GROG!"] [Illustration: _RELICS OF THE SIEGE._ _Ben._ "I SAY, JACK!--GIVE US A LIFT DOWN WITH THESE HERE _BLOOD-STAINED RUINS_ FROM SEBASTERPOOL!"] [Illustration: _OUR GUARDS._ THEY CAN PLAY; AND, BY JOVE, THEY CAN FIGHT, TOO.] [Illustration: _TRAINING-SCHOOL FOR LADIES_] [Illustration: _ABOUT TO APPEAR AT COURT._] [Illustration: _THE OPERA._--No. I.