_Second Ditto._ "BAIN'T I? WELL, CHANGE YOUR'N."] [Illustration: _MORE LIGHT._ _Irritated Swell._ "RING? YES, OF COURSE I RUNG! HOW THE DEUCE DO YOU SUPPOSE I'M TO DO MY BACK HAIR WITH ONLY ONE CANDLE?"] [Illustration: _FLY-FISHING._ MR. HACKLE ARRIVES AT HIS FAVOURITE SPOT, WHERE HE KNOWS THERE IS A GOOD TROUT.] [Illustration: _WHAT A SHAME!_ _Young Lady_ (_inclining to embonpoint_). "I SHALL WANT HIM AGAIN THIS AFTERNOON--FROM TWO TO FOUR."] [Illustration: _EVERY LADY HER OWN BATHING-MACHINE, OR AN UGLY CONTRIVANCE MADE A USEFUL APPENDAGE._] [Illustration: _SCENE--DRAWING-ROOM._ _Enter_ HORRID BOY. _Horrid Boy_ (_capering about_). "OH, LOOK HERE, CAPTAIN! I'VE FOUND OUT WHAT CLARA STUFFS HER HAIR OUT WITH. THEY'RE WHISKERS LIKE YOURS!" [_Sensation._ ] [Illustration: _A LITTLE BIT OF SENTIMENT._] [Illustration: _A VERY PARTICULAR PARTY._ _Mr._ ----. "OH, HERE YOU ARE AT LAST! NOW YOU MUST COME AND DANCE THIS WALTZ WITH A FRIEND OF MINE--CHARMING GIRL, I ASSURE YOU!" _Mr._ ---- (_who prides himself upon his dancing_). "HAW! THANK YOU--YOU'RE VERY GOOD!--BUT I NEVER WALTZ WITH STRANGE GIRLS. I DON'T MIND GIVING HER A QUADRILLE FIRST, JUST TO SEE HOW SHE MOVES!"] [Illustration: _CAMP LIFE--A BIT OF SENTIMENT._ "WELL, FRANK! THIS DELIGHTFUL CAMP IS NEARLY OVER." "HM, HAW! YA-AS! AND IF YOU'LL ALLOW ME, I'LL TAKE A LAST FOND LOOK, AND A--A--LEAN UPON MY WHAT D'YE CALL IT, AS THE SONG SAYS, AND A--WIPE AWAY A TE--AR!"] [Illustration: "_WHO WOULDN'T BE A RIDING-MASTER?_"] [Illustration: _A FRIENDLY MOUNT._ _Party_ (_whose nerve is not what it used to be_). "YOU ARE QUITE SURE, CHARLES, THAT HE'S TEMPERATE?" _Charles._ "OH, YES! COME ALONG! DO YOU THINK I SHOULD LET YOU RIDE HIM IF HE WASN'T? WHY, YOU MIGHT _KILL THE HORSE_!" [_Nervous Party is much flattered by the consideration of Friend._ ] [Illustration: _SOMETHING LIKE SPORT._ _Jolly Angler._ "HOORAY, TOM! I'VE GOT ONE--AND, MY WORD! DIDN'T HE PULL!"] [Illustration: _SLANG._ "MY EYE, 'ARRY. THAT'S A STUNNING GREAT-COAT." "AH! I FLATTER MYSELF IT'S RATHER 'DOWN THE ROAD.'"] [Illustration: _THE HORRORS OF WAR._ _First Newmarket Boy._ "AWFUL WORK THIS, BILL. WE'RE A GOIN' TO WAR WITH ROOSIA!" _Second Ditto._ "WELL, WOT ODDS?" _First Ditto._ "WOT ODDS? WHY, THERE WON'T BE NO HEMPEROR'S CUP NEXT YEAR, THAT'S ALL!"] [Illustration: _THE NEW CAB REGULATION._ SHOWING THE SHIFTS TO WHICH THE POOR CABMAN IS REDUCED, NOW THAT HE IS NOT PERMITTED TO LEAVE HIS SEAT WHILST ON DUTY.] [Illustration: _LIFE IN LONDON._ _Isabella._ "WELL, AUNT, AND HOW DID YOU LIKE LONDON? I SUPPOSE YOU WERE VERY GAY?" _Aunt_ (_who inclines to embonpoint_). "OH YES, LOVE, GAY ENOUGH! WE WENT TO THE TOP O' THE MONUMENT O' MONDAY--AND TO THE TOP O' ST. PAUL'S O' TUESDAY--AND TO THE TOP O' THE DOOK O' YORK'S COLUMN O' WEDNESDAY--BUT I THINK ALTOGETHER I LIKE THE QUIET OF THE COUNTRY."] [Illustration: _TERRIBLE PROPOSITION._