TOMKINS AND HIS FRIEND (WHO HAVE BEEN THROWN OUT) CONGRATULATE THEMSELVES ON FALLING IN WITH THE SQUIRE'S SECOND HORSEMAN, WHO IS SURE TO BRING THEM BY A LINE OF GATES TO THE HOUNDS AGAIN--AND SO HE DOES, ONLY--THE LAST OF THE GATES IS LOCKED, AND OVER WHICH HE "HOPS LIKE A BIRD!"] [Illustration: _THE VERY THING._ _Dealer._ "I THINK I KNOW EXACTLY THE OSS YOU WANT, SIR--ABOUT FIFTEEN-TWO--GOOD SHOULDER, LIGHT HEAD AND NECK--WELL RIBBED UP--TAIL WELL SET ON, GOOD FLAT LEGS--PLENTY OF BONE----" _Gent_ (_delighted_). "YA-AS----" _Dealer._ "NO SHY ABOUT HIM. A GOOD GOER, HIGH COURAGED, BUT TEMPERATE--TO CARRY HIS OWN HEAD, NICE MOUTH, AND SWEET TEMPER--FOR ABOUT FIVE-AND-TWENTY PUND!" _Gent_ (_in ecstacy_). "THE VERY THING." _Dealer._ "HAH! THEN DON'T YOU WISH YOU MAY GET IT?" [GENT _subsides_. ] [Illustration: _PLEASURES OF SPORT._ THE NEXT BEST THING TO KEEPING YOUR OWN HUNTERS, IS, TO HIRE "MADE HORSES," THAT THOROUGHLY KNOW THEIR BUSINESS.] [Illustration: _THE OLD GENTLEMAN HAS HAD A LONG MILE, AND TENDERS THE LEGAL FARE--SIXPENCE._ _Cabby_ (_with feigned surprise and delight_). "WHAT, _ALL--THIS--AT ONCE_!!"] [Illustration: _VERY ATTENTIVE._ _Hard-riding Cornet_ (_to Old Party, who is rather bothered by a Brook._) "DON'T MOVE, SIR! PRAY DON'T MOVE AND I'LL TAKE YOU OVER WITH ME"] [Illustration: _NOTHING TO SPEAK OF!_ _Old Gent._ "PRAY, MY GOOD MAN, WHAT IS THE MATTER?" _Confused Individual._ "MATTER, SIR! GENLMN'S OSS RUN AWAY WITH A BROOM, SIR! NIVER SEE ANYTHINK LIKE IT IN ALL MY BORN DAYS! DOWN HE COMES THE 'ILL WITH THE SHARVES A-DANGLING ALL ABOUT HIS LEGS--KNOCKS A BUTCHER'S CART INTO A LINENDRAPER'S SHOP--BANGS AGIN A CARRIDGE AND PAIR, AND SMASHES THE PANEL ALL TO BITS--UPSETS A FEAYTON, AND IF HE 'ADN'T A-RUN UP AGIN THIS HERE CAB AND DASHED IT RIGHT OVER, AND STOPPED HISSELF, BLOWED IF I DONT THINK THERE'D A _BIN SOME ACCIDENT_!"] [Illustration: _THRILLING DOMESTIC INCIDENT._ _Master Alfred._ "DON'T, BABY!--YOU'LL SPOIL IT. LEAVE GO, SIR! HERE, NURSE! HE'S SWALLOWING MY NEW WATCH!"] [Illustration: _AFTERNOON TEA._] [Illustration: _THE FAIR TOXOPHILITES._ _Constance._ "OH, MAMMA! I'M SO DELIGHTED! I HAVE JUST MADE THE BEST GOLD, AND WON THE BEAUTIFUL BRACELET GIVEN BY CAPTAIN RIFLES." _Lucy_ (_disappointed_). "WELL, CONSTANCE, I THINK YOU HAD BETTER NOT SAY MUCH ABOUT IT. YOU KNOW IT WAS A FLUKE! FOR YOU TOLD ME YOU ALWAYS SHOT WITH YOUR EYES SHUT, AS YOU FEEL SO VERY NERVOUS!"] [Illustration: _HINT TO GENTLEMEN RIDING HOME AFTER DINNER._ NEVER CARRY "PATENT VESUVIENNES," 2_d._ A BOX, IN YOUR COAT-TAIL POCKET!] [Illustration: _MR. BRIGGS, HAVING BECOME AN ADEPT IN THE ART OF HORSE-TAMING, OPERATES UPON A COLT HE HAS BRED HIMSELF, AND_] [Illustration: _WITH COMPLETE SUCCESS!_] [Illustration: _AN UNINVITING PROSPECT._ A FRENCH FRIEND PAYS HIS FIRST VISIT TO ENGLAND, AND IS SHOWN THE GREAT METROPOLIS. HE IS PROFOUNDLY IMPRESSED BY OUR NOBLE REGENT STREET.] [Illustration: _THE DEMON OF THE STREET._