AT SCARBOROUGH.--_'Arriet (pointing to postillions of pony-chaises)._ Why do all them boys wear them jackets? _'Arry._ There's a stoopid question! Why, they're all jockeys a-training for the Ledger, of course! * * * * * EGGING HIM ON.--_Knowing old Gentleman._ Now, sir, talking of eggs, can you tell me where a ship lays to? _Smart Youth (not in the least disconcerted)._ Don't know, sir, unless it is in the hatchway. * * * * * RETREAT FOR COCKNEY IDLERS.--Earn nil. * * * * * [Illustration: AN EASTER OBJECT LESSON (_At the Natural History Museum_) _Visitor._ "Hullo! I say, I've got 'em agin! Gi' me the blue ribbon!"] * * * * * [Illustration: HIS BEST "SOOT." _Short-tempered Gentleman in Black (after violent collision with a stonemason fresh from work)._ "Now, I'll arsk you jest to look at the narsty beastly mess as you've gone and mide me in! Why, I'm simply smothered in some 'orrid white stuff!! Why don't yer be more careful!!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: OVERHEARD DURING ONE OF OUR RECENT STORMY DAYS. "What cheer, matey! Doin' any business?" "Garn! Wot yer gettin' at? I ain't 'ere to do business. I'm takin' the hopen hair treatment!"] * * * * * [Illustration: ALWAYS BE KIND TO DUMB ANIMALS. _Master._ "Jim!" _Page._ "Yessir." _Master._ "Rather a 'igh 'ill we're comin' to, ain't it?" _Page._ "Very 'igh 'ill indeed, sir." _Master._ "Ah! well, jest you jump down, Jim, and walk alongside a bit; it'll make it easier for the poor 'orse, you know."] * * * * * [Illustration: REAL SYMPATHY. _'Arry (reading account of the war in the East)._ "Ow, I s'y, 'Arriet, they've bin an' took old Li 'Ung Chang's three-heyed peacock's feathers all off 'im!" _'Arriet (compassionately)._ "Pore old feller!"] * * * * * [Illustration: "SWEET LAVENDER!"] * * * * * [Illustration: "AUT CAESAR AUT NULLUS." _Architect._ "What aspect would you like, Mr. Smithers?" _(who is about to build a house)_. _Mr. Smithers._ "Has Muggles"--(_a rival tradesman_)--"got a haspect? 'Cause--mind yer, I should like mine made a good deal bigger than 'is!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: THE LAST STRAW. _Miss Effie has left her sun-shade on the other side of the rivulet. The chivalrous young De Korme attempts the dangerous pass in order to restore it to her. Obnoxiously Festive 'Arry (to him)._ "Ho, yuss! Delighted, I'm sure! _Drop in any time you're passin'!_"] * * * * * 'ARRY ON THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY DEAR CHARLIE,