[Illustration: --AND IT IS NOT A PLEASANT THING, WHEN GOING OUT TO DINNER, TO HAVE A SUMMERSAULT TURNED ON TO YOUR STOM----WE MEAN WAISTCOAT.] MR. BRIGGS'S ADVENTURES IN THE HIGHLANDS. [Illustration: No. X. THE DEER ARE DRIVEN FOR MR. BRIGGS. HE HAS AN EXCELLENT PLACE, BUT WHAT WITH WAITING BY HIMSELF SO LONG, THE MURMUR OF THE STREAM, THE BEAUTY OF THE SCENE, AND THE NOVELTY OF THE SITUATION, HE FALLS ASLEEP, AND WHILE HE TAKES HIS FORTY WINKS, THE DEER PASS!] [Illustration: _TOWARDS THE CLOSE OF THE SEASON._ _Gentleman._ "WELL, TOM, THERE'S NO SCENT AGAIN!" _Huntsman (who looks upon Spring time with profound melancholy)._ "SCENT, SIR! NO, SIR! NOR I DON'T SEE HOW THERE CAN BE ANY SCENT NOW THEM STINKING VIOLETS IS ALL IN BLOOM."] [Illustration: _A SECULAR PURSUIT._ _Donald Punch (a Keeper.)_ "I BEG YOUR PARDON, MY LORD BISHOP, BUT MAY I JUST TROUBLE YE TO SHOW ME YOUR CERTIFICATE?"] MR. BRIGGS'S ADVENTURES IN THE HIGHLANDS. [Illustration: No. XI. AS THE WIND IS FAVOURABLE, THE DEER ARE DRIVEN AGAIN.] [Illustration: No. XII. MR. BRIGGS IS SUDDENLY FACE TO FACE WITH THE MONARCH OF THE GLEN! HE IS SO ASTONISHED THAT HE OMITS TO FIRE HIS RIFLE.] [Illustration: _IN BARRACKS._ _Field Officer of the Day._ "HULLO! WHY DON'T THE GUARD TURN OUT?" _Solitary Private._ "PLEASE, SIR, THEY'RE GONE TO TARGET PRACTICE!" _Field Officer of the Day._ "AND WHO THE DEUCE ARE YOU?" _Solitary Private._ "PLEASE, SIR, I'M THE PRISONER, SIR!" (_Related to us as a fact, but which, as a distinguished Field Officer ourselves, we don't indorse._)] [Illustration: _A BOUNCER._ _Mamma (who won't appear old if she can help it)._ "YES, DEAR! ARABELLA DOES GROW, CERTAINLY, BUT BLESS YOU, MY DEAR, SHE'S A MERE CHILD--A MERE CHILD!"] [Illustration: _CONSOLATION._ _Elegant Party._ "THERE'S ONE COMFORT NOW-A-DAYS; A GOOD-LOOKING YOUNG FELLER, WITH A HELEGANT FIGGER CAN ALWAYS BE A MODEL TO A PHOTOGRAPHER!"] MR. BRIGGS'S ADVENTURES IN THE HIGHLANDS. [Illustration: No. XIII. MR. BRIGGS HAS ANOTHER DAY'S STALKING, AND HIS RIFLE HAVING GONE OFF SOONER THAN HE EXPECTED, HE KILLS A STAG! AS IT IS HIS FIRST, HE IS MADE FREE OF THE FOREST BY THE PROCESS CUSTOMARY ON THE HILLS!] [Illustration: No. XIV. AND RETURNS HOME IN TRIUMPH. HE IS A LITTLE KNOCKED UP, BUT AFTER A NAP, WILL, NO DOUBT, GO THROUGH THE BROAD-SWORD DANCE IN THE EVENING AS USUAL.] [Illustration: _LATE FROM THE NURSERY._ _Governess._ "NOW, FRANK, YOU MUST PUT YOUR DRUM DOWN, IF YOU ARE GOING TO SAY YOUR PRAYERS." _Frank._ "OH, DO LET ME WEAR IT, PLEASE; _I'LL PROMISE NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT_."] [Illustration: _A FINE POLISH._] [Illustration: _CONSOLING FOR CONSOLS._ _Young Hardman._ "GOING TO DINGLEY CROSS ROADS?" _Consols._ "YES!" _Y. H._ "AH, THEN, I SUPPOSE YOU'VE SENT YOUR HORSE ON!" (CONSOLS _never rides upon less than 250 guineas, and thinks himself as near perfection as possible._)] MR. BRIGGS'S ADVENTURES IN THE HIGHLANDS. [Illustration: No. XV. _PARTRIDGE-SHOOTING._