They then arsked me jest to step out for a minnit or two, and when they called me in they told me how pleased they was with my conduck, and, if not offending me, they begged my acceptnse of a trifle, which shall be nameless, but which made that memmurable day about the most proffitablest I ewer remember. ROBERT. * * * * * MR. PUNCH'S MORAL MUSIC-HALL DRAMAS. No. VII.-RECLAIMED! (CONCLUDED.) [Our readers will doubtless recollect the thrilling situation upon which we were forced to drop the curtain. Lady BELLEDAME, the hardened Grandmother of Little ELFIE, has, under the influence of that angel-child, just vowed to amend, when, in the person of her minion, MONKSHOOD, she is reminded of the series of atrocious crimes she had been contemplating through his instrumentality. Struck with remorse, she attempts to countermand them--only to find that her orders have already been executed with a too punctual fidelity! Now we can go on.] [Illustration:] _Lady B._ (_in a hoarse whisper_). You--you have left the parcels ... all--_all_? Tell me--how were they received? Speak low--I would not that yonder child should awake and hear! _Little Elfie_ (_behind the screen, very wide awake indeed_). Dear, good old Grannie--she would conceal her generosity--even from _me_! (_Loudly._) She little thinks that I am overhearing all! _Monks._ I could have sworn I heard whispering. _Lady B._ Nay, you are mistaken--'twas but the wind in the old wainscot. (_Aside._) He is quite capable of destroying that innocent child; but, old and attached servant as he is, there are liberties I still know how to forbid. (_To_ M.) Your story--quick! _Monks._ First, I delivered the cigars to Sir VEVEY LONG, whom I found under his verandah. He seemed surprised and gratified by the gift, selected a weed, and was proceeding to light it, whilst he showed a desire to converse familiarly with me. 'Astily excusing myself, I drove away, when---- _Lady B._ When _what_? Do not torture a wretched old woman! _Monks._ When I heard a loud report behind me, and, in the portion of a brace, two waistcoat-buttons, and half a slipper, which hurtled past my ears, I recognised all that was mortal of the late Sir VEVEY. You mixed them cigars uncommon strong, m'Lady. _Elfie_ (_aside_). Can it be? But no, no. I will _not_ believe it. I am sure that dear Granny meant no harm! _Lady B._ (_with a grim pride she cannot wholly repress_). I have devoted some study to the subject of explosives. 'Tis another triumph to the Anti-tobacconists. And what of Lady VIOLET POWDRAY--did she apply the salve? _Monks._ Judging from the 'eartrending 'owls which proceeded from Carmine Cottage, the salve was producing the desired result. Her Ladyship, 'owever, terminated her sufferings somewhat prematoor by jumping out of a top winder just as I was taking my departure---- _Lady B._ She should have died hereafter--but no matter ... and the Upas-tree?