WHERE TO SEND A YOUNG HORSE TO BE WELL BROKEN IN FOR RIDING.--Evidently to the "Hackney Training Schools." * * * * * [Illustration: THE PERSONAL EQUATION. "YOU'RE GOING TO DRIVE MY LADY TO REGENT STREET, AREN'T YOU, DICKON?" "YES. IT'S HALL VERY WELL FOR _'ER LADYSHIP_ TO GO ABOUT IN A THING LIKE THIS! SHE HAIN'T KNOWN IN THE WEST END. _HI HAM!_"] * * * * * [Illustration: "EVICTED TENANTS." LOCAL VETO BILL. "ARE WE TO HAVE NO 'COMPENSATION FOR DISTURBANCE'?" H-RC-RT. "YOU'LL SEE!--RE-INSTATEMENT!--NEXT SESSION!!" [_Exeunt Bills, dejectedly._] * * * * * "EVICTED TENANTS." ["It is impracticable to proceed in the present Session with some of the great measures to which the Government is pledged, such, for example, as that relating to the Church in Wales, the Registration Bill, and the Local Veto Bill."--_Sir William Harcourt._ _Little Local Veto, loquitur:_-- Oh, exactly! Just what I expected! And after such volumes of talk! My prospects you told me were brilliant, and here it all ends--in a baulk! O, won't I just work up Sir WILFRID, and won't I just wake Mister CAINE? But there, you can't trust _anybody_, these times, that's exceedingly plain. And _you_ too, my own bringer-up, to turn _me_ out of house and of home! Oho, you unnatural parent! And where shall we wanderers roam-- Poor Taffy, and young (Registration) Bill--look at him limping!--and Me? And the other ones tucked up inside, and especially that impudent Three, The Irish, the Scotch, and the London boys, whom you so favour and pet, Are laughing at us from the window. But, drat them, their turn may come yet. They may have to turn out, after all! BILLY BUDGET of course is all right, For you fought for your favourite che-ild, and, by Jingo, it _has_ been a fight! But what have _I_ done to be rounded on? Call yourself boss of the place? Why, the BARTLEYS, and BOWLESES, and BOLTONS and BYRNES simply laugh in your face! What use to be landlord at all if you can't choose your tenants? Oh my! That odious Bung--one more B!--has the laugh of me still! I could cry-- But I _won't_. I will kick! I'm not meek, like those other two poor little BILLS; Look, how limp and dejected they go, though against their poor dear little wills! But _I_ am not going to be put upon. I'll make it awkward all round. You won't treat me so any more; you won't "chuck" me again, I'll be bound. And what Compensation have I, for Disturbance? Eh! what's that you say? "All right?"--"Reinstatement--next year?"--"Pass away, my dears, please, pass away?"-- Ah! it's all very fine to look pleasant and promise fair things--at the door;