And when we reach The Brighton beach It's sure to pour with rine A pub is not A 'appy spot For us to set and drine Yet there we set and tike our beer And while awy the dy, Though we don't 'ave words, no bloomin' fear Mariar 'as 'er sy. _Refrine--_ 'Er langwidge is for sangwidges, She's sorry that she cime; The weather's wrong, 'er feather's wrong, I 'as to tike the blime. It's "'Arry" 'ere, and "'Arry" there, And "'Arry, you're a bloomin' bear," And "'Arry, it's a shime"-- (_Spoken._)--Which is 'ard on a feller! And then we 'as to ketch the bloomin' trine again, and she _do_ talk, but never mind-- (_Brightly._) We've 'ad a 'appy 'ollidy, We gits 'ome all the sime. --'Urry up, 'Arry! * * * * * COCKNEY SPORT EXTRAORDINARY. Well-known sporting character, residing at Putney, being unable to reach the moors this season, and having lost his gun, has lately amused himself by bringing down several brace of grouse by means of the Brompton omnibus. * * * * * AT THE ZOO. (A FACT).--_'Arriet (looking at the Java sparrows)._ Wot's them? Sparrerkeets? _'Arry._ Sparrerkeets be 'anged--them's live 'umming birds. * * * * * [Illustration: COMMON OBJECTS OF THE SEA SHORE. _First seaside saddle polisher._ "Wot cheer, 'Arry? 'Ow are yer gettin' on?" _'Arry._ "First-rate, old pal. Only this--beggar always--bumps--at the wrong--time!"] * * * * * [Illustration: UNDER CORRECTION. Fare. "Hans Mansions." _Cabby._ "_Queen_ Hanne's Mansions, I suppose you mean, miss?"] * * * * * [Illustration: "Penny 'addick." "Finen?" "No; thick 'un!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _First Frenchman._ "Ah, mon cher ami!" _Second Frenchman._ "Ah, c'est mon cher Alphonse!" _British Workman._ "Bloomin' Germans!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _Clerk of Booking-Office._ "There is _no_ first class by this train, sir." _'Arry._ "Then wot are we going ter do, Bill?"] * * * * * [Illustration: "Fader's gettin' better. 'E's beginnin' ter swear again!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _Vendor of Pirated Songs._ "Er y'are, lidy! ''Oly City', 'Bu'ful Star,' 'Hi cawn't think why Hi lubs yer, but Hi do!'"] * * * * * 'ARRY ON HIS 'OLIDAY _Being an epistle from that notorious and ubiquitous person, luxuriating for the time in rural parts, to his chum Charlie, confined in town._