_Miss Friv._ They might find it useful for escaping from a grizzly, mightn't they? _Mr. Hopl._ Hardly, if, as I have always been given to understand, the grizzly bear is an equally expert climber. I imagine their title of "Rocky Mountain Wonders" is merely indicative of their--er--origin, and that their performances would indeed excite more wonder in their native country than anywhere else. One should always guard against taking these things in too literal a spirit. [Miss F. _assents demurely, and is suddenly moved to mirth, as she is careful to explain, by the sight of a Nigger, which, Mr. H. very justly remarks, is scarcely a subject for so much amusement_. _Mr. Bravo_ (_after the Corps de Ballet have performed various evolutions on a large raft_). I call that uncommonly pretty, all those girls dancing there in the sunlight, eh? _Mr. Blazz._ Pretty enough--in its proper place. _Mr. Bravo_ (_losing his patience at last_). Why, hang it all, you wouldn't have the Ballet danced under water, would you? _Mr. Blazz._ Well, it would be more of a novelty, at any rate. [Mr. BRAVO _decides that "it was a mistake to come out with a chap like_ BLAZZEY." IN THE SHILLING SEATS. _A Small Sharp Boy_ (_with an admiring Father, Mother, and Grandmother_). Father, why ha' them Injuns all got feathers stuck round their 'eds like shuttlecocks, eh? Is it to show as they're in the terbaccer line, eh, Father? Is the gentleman on the bicycle a real demon, eh, Father? Ain't he like what a real demon is? _Why_ ain't you never seen one, Father? Think you'll _ever_ see one, eh? Why's that man going right up atop of that pole for? Why is he goin' to jump off? Will he git drownded, eh, Father? Don't he _ever_ git drownded? Could _you_ dive off from as 'igh as that with your legs tied? Could Uncle BILL? Could Gran'ma, with _'er_ legs tied? [_&c., &c._ DURING THE WALRUS HUNT.