[_Yells as before._ THE SOCIALIST (_extending a billycock hat with a passionate gesture_). Feller Demmercrats, if you are earnest, if you are sincere in the indignation, the just hindignation, this man provokes--show it now, by putting money in this 'at for the Plan o' Campaign! [_The storm lulls._ THE D. M. (_resuming_). I arsk every honest man here whether---- _Chairman_ (_interposing_). I think, as our friend here don't seem able to keep to his point, we won't call upon him for any further remarks. [THE D. M. _is hustled down, amidst derisive cheers and groans; the_ SOCIALIST _ascends the Platform_. THE SOCIALIST. I don't mind tellin' yer, friends and feller citizens, that in the late election in Heast Marylebone, I used all my influence--(_cheers_)--all _my_ influence to deter men from voting for your Radical candidate. (_Sensation, and a cry of "More shame for yer!"_) Ah, I _did_, though, and I'd do it agin, and I'll tell yer for why. I 'ate yer Tories, but if I'm to be 'it a blow in the face, I don't like it done behind my back. (_Cheers_). And your precious Liberals and Radicals, they're worse nor hany Tories, and for this reason--(_with a penetrating glance_)--they're more hinvidious! Ah, that's it, they're more _hinvidious_! Traitors, hevery man jack of 'em! [_And so on, concluding with denunciations of all "sending round the 'at," and appeals for contributions to the Plan of Campaign. Meeting dissolves with three cheers for the coming Republic from the victims of a Tyrannous System of Repression of Opinion._ The Riding-Class. SCENE--_A Riding-school, on a raw chilly afternoon. The gas is lighted, but does not lend much cheerfulness to the interior, which is bare and bleak, and pervaded by a bluish haze. Members of the Class discovered standing about on the tan, waiting for their horses to be brought in. At the further end is an alcove, with a small balcony, in which_ MRS. BILBOW-KAY, _the Mother of one of the Equestrians, is seated with a young female Friend_. MRS. BILBOW-KAY. Oh, Robert used to ride very nicely indeed when he was a boy; but he has been out of practice lately, and so, as the Doctor ordered him horse-exercise, I thought it would be wiser for him to take a few lessons. Such an excellent change for any one with sedentary pursuits! THE FRIEND. But isn't riding a sedentary pursuit, too? MRS. B.-K. Robert says _he_ doesn't find it so. [_Enter the_ RIDING MASTER.