_Chorus._ Why, they're AB-DUR-RAHMAN, son of AFZUL, son of DOST MAHOMMED, wearer of the Afghan Crown. Don't you know me?--Go on?--Well, you will very soon, For I'm AB-DUR-RAHMAN KHAN, the dandy Afghan coon! * * * * * [Illustration: A MOST ENTERTAINING OCCUPATION. SMITHSON, HAVING RECENTLY BOUGHT A COUNTRY PLACE AND GONE IN FOR SPORT, HAS BEEN ADVISED BY A FRIEND TO DO HIS OWN EXERCISING DURING HARD WEATHER, "AS IT INSURES YOUR HORSES AGAINST THE NEGLECT OF GROOMS, AND ALSO KEEPS YOU IN FORM." [_He tries it, and finds it--as above._ ] * * * * * "HALE FELLOW, WELL MET."--"PIERRE BLANC, the hale Savoyard of eighty-eight, took his usual place in the French Chamber," reports the _Times_ correspondent last week, "and delivered one of his customary addresses." What a charming party of three, BISMARCK, BLANC, and Mr. G., Decidedly very much alive, United ages Two Four Five! * * * * * [Illustration: COUNTER-IRRITATION. A STUDY AT A WINTER SALE.] * * * * * THAT PRECIOUS DONKEY! (_An Episode in the Life of A. Briefless, Junior, Esq., Barrister-at-Law, in Three Parts._) PART II.--_The Passing of the Picture._ It may be remembered that the gift of my grateful if eccentric client had been put in the box-room at Justinian Gardens. There the presentment of the donkey languidly watching jaded villagers reposed, amidst the possibly congenial surroundings of broken perambulators, superannuated folding-doors, and half-forgotten wide-awake hats. I rather regretted the fate of the picture, as it seemed to me that it might have served as a not invaluable advertisement. As a large proportion of the forensic world knows, I not infrequently during the Yuletide season entertain some of my friends at the Bar, and I should have been pleased to have been able to point to the canvas as a sort of testimonial. However, the painting had disappeared, and there was nothing more to be said about it.