[Illustration: _SERVANTGALISM IN AUSTRALIA.--A FACT._
_Domestic._ "IF YOU PLEASE, 'M, I HAVE AN HOUR TO SPARE, AND I'M A GOIN' TO TRY MY NEW 'ORSE!"]
[Illustration: _A FANCY SCENE--WINNING THE GLOVES._
FROM THE GRAND PUGILISTIC BALLET OF THE FIGHT FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP, WHICH MIGHT, COULD, SHOULD, AND OUGHT TO BE PLAYED AT ONE OF THE OPERAS.]
_Farmer._ "MORNIN', MR. BLANK! NEVER SAW YOU GO SO WELL BEFORE."
_Mr. Blank._ "WHY, WHAT DO YER MEAN? WE'VE NEVER FOUND A FOX!"
_Farmer._ "AH! BUT I MEAN SO WELL FROM COVER TO COVER, YOU KNOW!"]
MR. SPENCER POFFINGTON MAKES A MORNING CALL. HE WILL WEAR AN EYE-GLASS--AND SKIPS LIKE LORD DUNDREARY--AND COMES TO GRIEF OVER A CROQUET IRON, TAKING A HEADER INTO THE ARMS OF LADY HONORIA BOUNCER!]
[Illustration: _SCENE ON A BRIDGE IN PARIS._
NOW, WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE MATTER HERE? WHY, ALPHONSE, IN A BOAT ON THE RIVER, HAS JUST CAUGHT A GOUJON ABOUT THE SIZE OF HIS LITTLE FINGER!]
_Human._ "HAH! YOU'D BE A NICE CUSTOMER TO MEET ON THE LOOSE, ANYWHERES AFTER DARK, YOU WOULD!"]
"HANSOM, MISS! YES, MISS! CATTLE OR DOG SHOW?"]
[Illustration: _READY WHEN WANTED OUR MILITIA VOLUNTEERS._]
_Hansom Cabman (boldly)._ "SIX SHILLINGS, SIR!"
_Old Gent._ "WHAT! WHY HOW MANY MILES DO YOU CALL IT FROM TEMPLE BAR TO THE BANK?"
_Cabman._ "OH! IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT A MERE MERCAN-TILE TRANSACTION, YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR RIDE FOR NOTHING. ONLY DON'T GIT INTO AN ANSOM CAB AGAIN, THAT'S ALL."
(_Old Gentleman is speechless with indignation and astonishment._)]
[Illustration: _A DISTURBED IMAGINATION._
JONES, WHO CAN'T SLEEP WELL IN LONDON DURING THE HOT WEATHER, GOES TO HAVE A QUIET NIGHT IN A VILLAGE!!
(_Portrait of one of the Village Cochins, &c._)]
[Illustration: _WHAT OUR VOLUNTEERS OUGHT_ NOT _TO DO._
THEY OUGHT NOT, FOR ONE THING, TO STAGGER THROUGH QUIET STREETS, DRUMMING AND TRUMPETING LIKE SAVAGES, AT MIDNIGHT.]
_First languid Swell._ "HAW! THEY'RE GOING ON STILL WITH THAT DUNDREARY!"
_Second Ditto._ "AW----YA'AS! IT MUST BE A--A--A--A--VEWY HARD WORK FOR A FELLAH TO PERFORM SUCH A--A--CAWACTER EVEWY EVENING."]
[Illustration: _RETURN FROM THE RACES--BOIS DE BOULOGNE._
_English Stable boy (to his Pal)._ "I SAY, JONES, ISN'T IT A PITY MOUNSEER HAS NOT GOT ANOTHER HAND FOR THE WHIP?"]