_At the Close of the Last Race--Three horses have started; the favourite has led to the turn and then bolted up the shingle, but, as the tide has come in and almost covered the course, and the other two horses by declining to face the water have let him in again, he wins after an exciting finish, up to the girths in sea-water; and such bookmakers as have succeeded in obtaining patronage are paying up with as much cheerfulness as they can command._ FIRST BOOKMAKER (_to eager backer_). "Wait a bit, my boy, wait _a bit_, the number hasn't gone up yet, my son. Where's your ticket--forty-two? (_His Clerk refers to book._) That's _Squibbs_. I pay over _winners_--not losers. (_To the public._) Come along and fetch your money, the bullion's 'ere! (_To another backer._) What was yours--threes? ("Fours _I_'ve got," _from his Clerk._) Why don't yer arst for what you're entitled to, instead o' makin' me arst my clurk what your bet was? There's your money--take it and go." [Illustration: "Why the blazes don't ye take it?"] [_The backer departs wealthier but abashed._ SECOND B. I'm payin' over that 'ard-run race, gentlemen, men and 'orses exhorsted! I'm payin' over _Susan_--dear ole Susey-hanner! who wants their money? The Bank o' England's 'ere, gentlemen, Mr. Frankie Fairprice and his ole friend, who's always by his side and never looses 'im! THIRD B. (_who has had to borrow largely from his brethren to meet his engagements_). Are you all done now? (_To the crowd._) Then I'll wish yer good afternoon, thank ye all for yer comp'ny, but you've bin bloomin' bad fun to-day, and you don't ketch me playin' Patience on a monument at any more o' yer blanky sand 'oppin' 'andicaps, that's all! [_However, the local newspapers report next day that "A number of the sporting fraternity were in attendance to do business and apparently carried on a brisk and profitable trade"--which only shows how difficult it is for the casual observer to form an accurate opinion._ [Illustration] 'IGHER UP! (A SKETCH OUTSIDE AN OMNIBUS.) _The Omnibus is on its progress from Piccadilly to the Bank; the weather is raw and unpleasant, and the occupants of the garden-seats on the roof of the vehicle are--for once in a way--mostly men._ FIRST PASSENGER (_to SECOND, an acquaintance_). I see young Bashaway the other day. (_Significantly._) Jest been to see his father, so he told me. SECOND PASSENGER (_with interest_). _'Ad_ he though? And 'ow did he _find_ him? FIRST P. Fustrate, young JIM said; didn't know when he'd seen him lookin' better--(_with sentiment_)--quite like his old self! SECOND P. (_heartily_). That _is_ good 'earin', that is! (_Reflectively._) Seems _rum_, though, come to think of it. FIRST P. 'Ow d'yer _mean_--rum? It's no more than what yer'd expect, bein' where he is. Look at the _air_ o' the place--there ain't a 'elthier situation all round London, to my mind!