THE BEST PART OF HALF A PACK OF HOUNDS FOR SALE.--A Midland County Squire, who, through having come into a Suburban Omnibus business, is about to relinquish his position as a county gentleman, is anxious to find a purchaser for what is left of a Pack of Hounds, of which he has for several years been the acknowledged Master. The "remnant" consists of a Dachshund, a Setter, slightly blind of one eye, two Drawing-room Pugs, a Lurcher, and a French Poodle, who can tell fortunes with a pack of cards, jump through three papered hoops at a time, walk round the room on his fore legs, and take five o'clock tea with any assembled company. Any enthusiastic huntsman wishing "to ride to hounds" in the middle of August, could, with a little preliminary training, scarcely fail to find in the above all the elements that would provide him with a capital run, even at this comparatively early season of the sporting year. With a red herring tied on to the fox, they could be warranted not to miss the scent; and, failing their performances in the field, might be safely relied on as a striking feature in any provincial Circus. The advertiser would be glad to hear from a respectable and responsible sausage manufactory.--Apply, MASTER, Packholme, Kenilworth. * * * * * [Illustration: ILLUSTRATIONS TO THE POETS. "A CYCLE OF CATHAY." _Locksley Hall._] * * * * * SOME MORE OFFICIAL JILLS. (_Whom Mr. Punch, with his characteristic sense of justice and fair-play, is proud to recognise as no less representative than his earlier types--although he could wish he had the pleasure of encountering them a little more frequently._) SCENE--_A large Branch Post Office. The weather is oppressively warm, and the Public slightly irritable in consequence. Behind the counter are three Young Ladies, of distinctly engaging appearance, whom we will call_ Miss GOODCHILD, Miss MEEKIN, _and_ Miss MANNERLY, _respectively. As the Curtain rises_, Miss GOODCHILD _is laboriously explaining to an old lady with defective hearing the relative advantages of a Postal and a Post Office Order_. _The Old Lady._ Just say it over again, so that a body can hear ye. You young Misses ought to be taught to speak _out_, 'stead o' mumbling the way you do. _Why_ can't ye give me a Postal Order for five-and-fourpence, and a'done with it, eh? _Miss Goodchild (endeavouring to speak distinctly)._ A _Post Office_ Order will be what you require. See, you just fill in that form, and then I'll make it out--it's quite simple. _Old Lady._ Yes, I dessay, _anything_ to save yourselves a little trouble! You're all alike, you Post-Office young women. As if I couldn't send five-and-fourpence to my boy down at Toadley in the 'Ole, without filling up a parcel o' nonsense!