Drawing-room humours, and dainty _technique_, do you favour? Fame's _laurier_, Everyone knows--as here proved--for all that falls on subtle DU MAURIER. "DICKY DOYLE'S" opulent fancy, quaint SAMBOURNE'S exhaustless invention-- But there, 'tis a "Humorous Art Gallery" by "Great Hands" too many to mention. When you have feasted on TENNIEL and KEANE, then of PARTRIDGE the turn is, And fed full on JOHN LEECH'S "fire," you will find lots of ditto in FURNISS. "Pictures from _Punch_!" That means pictures from full half a century's story; Humours, and fashions, and fads, English Mirth--English Girls--English Glory! VICTORIA'S reign set to laughter; a gay panorama of Beauty! Buy Britons, study, enjoy! 'Tis your interest, aye, and your duty! Here are "England--Home--Beauty" in one, and at sixpence a month. That's not much, man! If 'tis not your duty to "see that you get it," then _Punch_ is a Dutchman! * * * * * [Illustration: HIS OPPORTUNITY. _Young Hawkins (finding young Mr. Merton, the model of his office, in an unexpected haunt)_. "HULLO, MERTON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? HAVE A SHERRY AND BITTERS?" _Young Merton_. "NO, THANK YOU, HAWKINS; I'M AFRAID IT WOULD GO TO MY HEAD." _Hawkins_. "SO MUCH THE BETTER, OLD MAN. NATURE ABHORS A VACUUM. YOU KNOW."] * * * * * BOBO. (_The kind of Novel Society likes_.) "Sling me over a two-eyed steak, BILL," said BOBO. BILL complied instantly, for he knew the lady's style of conversation; but Lord COKALEEK required to be told that his Marchioness was asking for one of the bloaters in the silver dish in front of his cousin, BILL SPLINTER. Now, dear reader, I 'm not going to describe Cokaleek House, in the black country, or COKALEEK, or BOBO, or BILL. If you are in smart society you know all about them beforehand; and if you ain't you must puzzle them out the best way you can. The more I don't describe them the more vivid and alive they ought to seem to you. As for BOBO, I shall let her talk. That's enough. In the course of my two volumes--one thick and one thin--which is a new departure, and looks as if my publisher thought that BOBO would stretch to three volumes, and then found she wouldn't--you will be told, 1, that BOBO had brown eyes; 2, that she was five foot eight; and that is all you 'll ever know about the outside of BOBO. But you'll hear her talk, and you'll see her smoke; and if you can't evolve a fascinating personality out of cigarettes, and swears, and skittish conversation, you are not worthy to have known BOBO. I am told that some people have taken "BOBO" for a vulgar caricature of a real personage. If they have, I can only say I feel flattered by the notion, as it may serve to differentiate me from the vulgar herd of novelists who draw on their imagination for their characters.