THE MODERN GOVERNESS.--A YOUNG LADY'S IDEA OF THE USE OF CRINOLINE.] [Illustration: _VERY MUCH ALIVE._ DISCOMFITURE OF OLD MR. J--N--S, WHO, ON VISITING A PRIVATE COLLECTION, MISTAKES "PETER," THE GREAT HORNED OWL, FOR A STUFFED CAT.] [Illustration: _PROGRESS OF CIVILISATION._ _Ramoneur on Donkey._ "FITCH US OUT ANOTHER PEN'NORTH O' STRAWBERRY ICE, WITH A DOLLOP OF LEMON WATER IN IT."] [Illustration: _WHAT NEXT?_ THE LATEST IMPROVEMENT(?) IN GUARDS' CAPS.] [Illustration: _A LIKELY BAIT_. _Piscator_. "OHO! THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE THE BIG TROUT ARE, IS IT? THEN THIS IS THE SORT OF _FLY_, I THINK!"] [Illustration: _NOTHING LIKE DOING IT THOROUGHLY._ _Mrs. Buncher Greens._ "DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT GOING TO HEPSOM; IT AIN'T A FIT PLACE FOR FEMALES. GIVE ME HASCOT, IN YER OWN CARRIDGE." _Mr. B. G._ "WELL, I TELL YER WHAT IT IS, SARER--YOU MUST TRIM THE BARRER A BIT, OR YOU'LL NEVER BE IN TIME FOR THE CUP!"] [Illustration: _YET ANOTHER AMERICANISM._ "HERE, MARIA, HOLD MY CLOAK WHILE I HAVE A FLING WITH STRANGER!"] [Illustration: "_OH, THAT I WERE IN THAT BALCONY!_" WISH EXPRESSED BY LITTLE TOM TIT, AS HE WALKED IN THE TIGHTEST OF BOOTS, ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE STREET.] [Illustration] [Illustration: _TO BE PITIED._ _Youth._ "WHAT! NO SMOKING CARRIAGE! WHY, WHAT'S A FELLAH TO DO FOR THREE HOURS?"] [Illustration: _ACROSS COUNTRY._ _Papa._ "LUCY! HERE! HERE'S A GATE!" _Lucy._ "ALL RIGHT, PAPA, DEAR. YOU GO THROUGH THE GATE, I THINK 'CRUSADER' PREFERS THE FENCE."] [Illustration: _HOW TO CLEAR A CARRIAGE FOR A CIGAR._ _Ferocious Looking Passenger (to Old Gent, who objects to Smoking)._ "THAT'S A PRETTY KNIFE; AIN'T IT? THAT'S THE SORT O' THING WE USE IN CALIFORNIA! JOLLY THING TO STICK INTO A FELLOW, EH?" (OLD GENT _fears his Companion is not "quite right," and changes his Carriage at the next Station_.)] [Illustration: _SOME MORE FOREIGN VISITORS._ WHO CAN THEY BE? CAN THEY BE "MOSSOOS" GOING TO MAKE A PROMENADE TO RICHMOND!] [Illustration: _THE VERY THING._ _Dealer (to Nervous Rider)._ "QUIET! THERE NOW! HE'S A COB AS YOU MAY JUST CHUCK YER LEG OVER, AND SPRING A RATTLE, OR FIRE OFF PISTOLS BY THE HOUR TOGETHER, AND HE WON'T TAKE NO NOTICE!"] [Illustration: _HOLIDAYS AT HOME._ GRAND NURSERY STEEPLE-CHACE.--_Steward, Clerk of the Course, &c., &c._, MASTER TOM.] [Illustration: _SOMETHING LIKE AN INDUCEMENT._ OUR FRIEND, GRIGGS, RECEIVES A PRESSING INVITATION TO COME OVER AGAIN TO IRELAND DURING THE HUNTING SEASON, AND HAVE A WEEK WITH THE GALWAY BLAZERS! (MR. B. _says he should like it extremely, as he has never ridden in a stone-wall country_.)] [Illustration: _DUST HO! THE LONG DRESS NUISANCE._ (WE CAN ASSURE THE DARLINGS IT BY NO MEANS IMPROVES THEIR DEAR LITTLE ANKLES.)] [Illustration: _THE VULPECIDE.--BASE INDEED!_ _Fox-Hunter._ "THERE, DO YOU SEE THAT FELLOW?--WELL! TO MY CERTAIN KNOWLEDGE, HE HAS DESTROYED TWO FOXES--AND YET HE WALKS ABOUT WITH A HYMN-BOOK UNDER HIS ARM!"]