_Precocious Boy._ "WELL, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CALL JUVENILE. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE UNDER FIVE YEARS OLD!"] [Illustration: _AN INJURED BROTHER._ _Mamma._ "DEAR! DEAR! DEAR!--WHAT A PITY IT IS YOU CAN'T AGREE!" _Small Boy._ "WELL, MAMMA, WE SHOULD AGREE, ONLY SHE'S SO UNKIND!--SHE WON'T BE A PIG, AND LET ME DRIVE HER ABOUT BY THE LEG!"] [Illustration: _THOSE HORRID BOYS AGAIN!_ _Boy (to distinguished Volunteer.)_ "NOW, CAPTING! CLEAN YER BOOTS, AND LET YER 'AVE A SHOT AT ME FOR A PENNY!"] [Illustration: _GOING OUT OF TOWN._ _Paterfamilias._ "I WAS THINKING, DARLING, THAT PERHAPS, AS IT IS A VERY LONG JOURNEY, IT WOULD BE BETTER IF I WENT _FIRST_, AND GOT EVERYTHING COMFORTABLE. YOU COULD THEN TRAVEL DOWN WITH NURSE AND THE CHILDREN AFTERWARDS." [_Mamma doesn't seem to see it, and Nurse and Mamma-in-Law think him a brute._] [Illustration: _COMPLIMENTARY TO PATERFAMILIAS._ _Sister Amy._ "MY DEAR ROSE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?--MAMMA WILL BE VERY ANGRY!" _Rose._ "WHY, WALTER WANTS TO BE LIKE PAPA, SO, I'M JUST THINNING HIS HAIR AT THE TOP!"] [Illustration: _YES, ON SOME PEOPLE._ THE DEAR LITTLE SPANISH HAT. OH, SO CHARMING, AND SO MUCH MORE SENSIBLE THAN A HORRID BONNET] [Illustration: _UNMINDFUL OF DIGNITARIES._ _Officious Proctor._ "SIR!!--PRAY, ARE YOU A MEMBER OF THIS UNIVERSITY?" _Military Swell._ "NO, I'M NOT, OLD FELLOW.--ARE YOU?"] [Illustration: _AN UNEXPECTED "CHANGE."_ _Railway Clerk._ "HAVE YOU GOT TWOPENCE, SIR?" _Swell._ "DEAW, NO! NEVAW HAD TWOPENCE IN MY LIFE!" _Clerk._ "THEN I MUST GIVE YOU TENPENCE IN COPPER, SIR!" (_Swell is immensely delighted, of course._)] [Illustration: _A GORDIAN KNOT FOR ROBINSON._ _Miss Selina Hardman._ "WOULD YOU BE SO GOOD, SIR, AS TO GIVE ME A LEAD OVER?"] [Illustration: _A FACT._ _Jeames._ "IF YOU PLEASE, MA'AM, HERE IS _MASTER_ CARLO! BUT I CAN'T SEE _MISS_ FLOSS NOWHERES!"] [Illustration: _WIND, S.W. FRESH._ TOMKINS, WHO IS NOT GRAND IN THE LEG DEPARTMENT, SAYS, "IT'S A VERY DISAGREEABLE DAY." THE YOUNG LADIES, HOWEVER, FOR OBVIOUS REASONS, ENJOY IT AMAZINGLY.] [Illustration: _OUR VOLUNTEERS._ _Foreign Party._ "MAIS, MOSIEU BOOL, I AVE ALL WAYS THOUGHT YOU VASS GREAT SHOPKEEPARE!" _Mr Bool._ "SO I AM, MOSSOO--AND THESE ARE SOME OF THE BOYS WHO MIND THE SHOP!--COMPRENNY?"] [Illustration: _A COMFORTER._ _Sympathetic Swell (devoted to the Noble Science)._ "GOT A WRETCHED COLD! NO, WEALLY? THAT'S A BAD JOB, OLD FELLA,--MIGHT HA' BEEN WORSE, THOUGH--HORSE MIGHT HAVE HAD IT, YOU KNOW!"] [Illustration: _TRAVELLERS' LUGGAGE._ _Elderly Passenger._ "GOING OUT FISHING, I PRESUME, YOUNG GENTLEMAN?" _Young Ditto._ "NO! IT AIN'T FISHING-RODS--IT'S SKY ROCKETS I'M TAKING DOWN FOR MY COUSIN'S BIRTHDAY. Have A weed?"] [Illustration: _POLITICAL PROSPECTS._ _Ragged Capitalist to Ditto._ "THE WAR CAN'T LAST, SIR; FRANCE AND AUSTRIA HAVEN'T THE MEANS; THEY MUST COME TO US FOR MONEY BEFORE LONG."] [Illustration: _WHAT'S TO BE DONE IN JULY?_