_3rd Ditto._ "DID THEY PRAISE THE OTHER DOGS?--LITTLE CHARLIE WAS A DARLING; HE WAS, HE WAS, HE WAS!!!"]
(_Dedicated to those Farmers and others in the Shires, who use that treacherous and unsportsmanlike contrivance._)]
[Illustration: _A TABLE D'HÔTE AT PARIS._
_Attentive Swell (to elegant and fascinating American Young Lady, who has been monopolising the adjacent Gentlemen all through Dinner)._ "LET ME GIVE YOU SOME OF THIS" (_handing Article of Dessert_).
_Belle Américaine._ "NO, THANKS!--WELL, THEN, A VERY LITTLE; FOR _I GUESS I'M PRETTY CROWDED NOW_."
(_Horror of Swells; triumph of neighbouring Female British Contingent._)]
TO SIT UPON A CHAIR, AND HAVE ONE'S HORSE HELD, IS NOW A VEWY FASHIONABLE WAY OF WIDING IN "WOTTON WOW."]
[Illustration: _SERVANTGALISM, &c._--No. XVI.
_Lady._ "YES, MARY! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO WEAR YOUR HOOP BEFORE YOU HAD DONE YOUR ROOMS, BECAUSE YOU BROKE THE JUGS AND BASINS WITH IT!"
_Mary._ "OH, MUM! YOU SEE THE _SWEEPS_ WERE COMING THIS MORNING, AND, REALLY, I COULD NOT THINK OF OPENING THE DOOR TO THEM SUCH A FIGGER AS I SHOULD HA' BEEN WITHOUT MY CRINOLINE!"]
_Irritable Elderly Gentleman._ "HOLLO--HOY--CATCH THAT DOG! I'VE A COMPLAINT--WHERE'S THE STATION-MASTER?--UNDER THE BYE-LAWS--IT'S A DOG--HERE, I GIVE THIS MAN INTO CUSTODY."]
[Illustration: _THE COOK'S MORNING SERVICE._]
[Illustration: _STUDIES OF CRINOLINE DURING AN EQUINOCTIAL GALE._]
[Illustration: _A FOREIGN INFLICTION._--No. I.
AT THE DOOR PATERFAMILIAS IS EXPOSTULATING WITH AN ORGAN-GRINDER, WHO IS DEFYING HIM WITH EXTREME INSOLENCE, ALTERNATED WITH PERFORMANCES ON THE INSTRUMENT OF TORTURE. POLICEMAN (UNSEEN) IS IN THE KITCHEN, CONSIDERING WHETHER SUSAN'S COOKING OR MARY'S SAVINGS' BANK MONEY WOULD BE THE BETTER INVESTMENT.]
IN A BED-ROOM A MOTHER IS TENDING A SICK BOY, WHO IS SUFFERING FROM NERVOUS FEVER.]
_Keeper (who has never seen a breech-loader)._ "I DON'T THINK WERRY MUCH OF 'IM; WHY HE'S BEEN AND BROKE HIS GUN THE WERRY FUST SHOT!"]
_Dealer._ "THERE, SIR! HE'S A RARE TOPPED UN. WHY, WHAT A MANE AND TAIL HE'S GOT! HE'D MAKE A CHARGER, HE WOULD!"
_Mr. Green._ "BUT AIN'T HIS LEGS A LITTLE TOO THIN FOR HIS BODY?"
_Dealer._ "THIN FOR HIS BODY! BLESS YER! YOU COME TO HACK HIM ABOUT FOR A FEW DAYS, HIS LEGS 'LL _FILL OUT_ ENOUGH, THEY WILL!"]