[_Description of the tea_:--“_And the s’rimps--well, I don’t_ _want to say anything against the s’rimps--but it did strike me they were feelin’ the ’eat a little--s’rimps are liable to it, and you can’t prevent ’em.” After tea. The only tune_ Mr. Blazer _could play on his accordion. Tragic end of that instrument. How the party had a “little more lush.” Scandalous behaviour of_ “Bill Blazer’s _girl.” The company consume what will be elegantly referred to as “a bit o’ booze.”_ Aunt Snapper _“gets the ’ump.” The outrage to her front. The proposal to start--whereupon,_ “Mrs. Addick, _who was a’-settin’ on the geraniums in the winder, smilin’ at her boots, which she’d just took off because she said they stopped her breathing,” protested that there was no hurry, considering that_-- _Chorus, as before_--We’ve got to stop, o’ course, &c. _Sixth Stanza._ But when the van was ordered, we found--what _do_ yer think? [_To the_ Chef d’Orchestre, _who will affect complete ignorance._ That miserable ’orse ’ad been an’ took too much to drink! He kep’ a reeling round us, like a circus worked by steam, And, ’stead o’ keeping singular, he’d turned into a team! [_Disgust of the party:_ Pa Plapper _proposes to go back to the inn for more refreshment, urging--_ _Chorus_--We must wait awhile o’ course, Till they’ve sobered down the ’orse. Just another pot o’ porter Or a drop o’ something shorter, While our good landlady’s daughter Takes him out some soda-warter. For he’s ’ad more than he oughter, He’s ’ad more than he oughter, ’As the poor old ’orse! _Seventh Stanza._ So, when they brought the ’orse round, we started on our way: ’Twas ’orful ’ow the animal from side to side would sway! Young ’Opkins took the reins, but soon in slumber he was sunk-- (_Indignantly._) When a interfering Copper ran us in for being drunk! [_Attitude of various members of the party. Unwarrantable proceeding on the part of the_ Constable. _Remonstrance by_ Pa Plapper _and the company generally in_-- _Chorus_--Why, can’t yer shee? o’ coursh Tishn’t us--it ish the ’orsh! He’s a whale at swilling water, We’ve ’ad only ale and porter, Or a drop o’ something shorter. You le’mme go, you shnorter! Don’ you tush me till you oughter! Jus’ look ’ere--to cut it shorter-- Take the poor old ’orsh! [_General adjournment to the Police-station. Interview with the_ Magistrate _on the following morning._ Mr. Hopkins _called upon to state his defence, replies in_--