MR. BRIGG'S PLEASURES OF RACING

No. VIII.

HOWEVER, MR. BRIGGS IS NOT HURT; AND, AFTER SOME EXERTION, RE-MOUNTS.

No. IX.

MR. BRIGGS, AS HE APPEARED COMING TO THE BROOK. IN THE DISTANCE MAY BE OBSERVED HIS OPPONENT, WHO HAS A NASTY FALL, BUT FORTUNATELY TUMBLES ON HIS HEAD.

No. X.

MR. BRIGGS AS HE APPEARED IN THE BROOK.

No XI.

AS HE APPEARED WHEN HE CAME OUT OF THE BROOK.

No. XII.

PORTRAIT OF MR. BRIGGS WINNING THE RACE. N.B. THE DENSE CROWD IS CHEERING HIM.

DISTRESSING RESULT OF EMIGRATION.

Lady. "YES, MY DEAR. JOHN LEFT US WITHOUT ANY WARNING, AND WE CAN'T MATCH THE OTHER FOOTMAN, BECAUSE ALL THE TALL MEN ARE GONE TO AUSTRALIA."

THE ROAD-SIDE ON THE DERBY DAY.

A "DRAG" FULL OF GUARDSMEN IS SUPPOSED TO BE PASSING.

DOMESTIC BLISS.

Young Mother (joyously). "THE DEAR LITTLE CREATURE IS GETTING ON SO NICELY; ITS BEGINNING QUITE TO TAKE NOTICE."—First Mother of a Family (blandly). "OH! MY DEAR! THAT IS NOT TAKING NOTICE; ITS ONLY THE WIND."—Second Ditto. "YOU SHOULD GIVE IT A LITTLE DILL-WATER, DEAR, YOU WOULD FIND," &c. &c.—Third Ditto. "WELL, IF IT WAS MY CHILD, I SHOULD," &c. &c.—Fourth Ditto. "NOW, WHEN I WAS NURSING MY LITTLE GREGORY, I USED," &c. &c.—Fifth Ditto. "WELL, NOW, I WOULD NOT FOR THE WORLD THAT A BABY OF MINE," &c. &c.—Sixth Ditto. "INDEED, I HAVE KNOWN CHILDREN OBLIGED TO ENDURE THE MOST HORRIBLE AGONY," &c. &c.—Seventh Ditto. "DEPEND UPON IT, LOVE; AND YOU KNOW I HAVE HAD A LARGE FAMILY—AND IF YOU WILL BE ADVISED BY ME," &c. &c.

[Young Mother becomes quite bewildered, and gives herself up to despair.

SEA-SIDE LITERATURE FOR YOUNG LADIES; OR, DELIGHTS OF CROCHET.

First Young Lady (reads). "10TH ROW—3 LONG WITH THREE CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO THIRD SMALL SPACE, 1 LONG INTO SAME SPACE, 5 LONG WITH THREE CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO MIDDLE SPACE, 1 LONG INTO SAME SPACE, 3 LONG WITH 3 CHAIN AFTER EACH INTO NEXT SPACE, 1 LONG IN SAME SPACE, 5 CHAIN, DITTO IN MIDDLE OF LARGE SPACE, 5 CHAIN; REPEAT."

Second and Third Young Ladies (in ecstacies). "OH, HOW SWEETLY PRETTY!!!"

FRIGHTFUL UPSET OF DIGNITY.

Conductor. "NOW, MARM! WITE-CHAPEL, OR MILE-END?—ONLY A PENNY"

INTERESTING.

"I HAVE CALLED, MR. SQUILLS, TO SAY THAT MY DARLING LITTLE DOG (!) HAS TAKEN ALL HIS MIXTURE, BUT HIS COUGH IS NO BETTER."

SUMMER IN ELYSIUM.

AND

THE LONG VACATION IN ARCADIA.

A SAVAGE REPROOF.

Indignant Master of Hounds. "NOW, YOU SIR! MIND THE HOUND! HE'S WORTH FORTY TIMES AS MUCH AS YOUR HORSE!"

WHAT A DREADFUL STORY!

Stout Party. "STOP! HERE! CABMAN! WE WANT TO GO AS FAR TER-WARDS WHITECHAPEL AS WE CAN FOR SIXPENCE!"

Cabman. "VERY SORRY, MUM! BUT THE OSS HAS BIN OUT ALL DAY—DEAD BEAT, MUM—GOING HOME, MUM."

A SELL.

Enter Sporting Youth, who has lost the hounds.

Youth. "SEEN THE HOUNDS GO THROUGH HERE, PIKEY?"

Pikey. "E-AS, A HAVE—TUPPENSE!"

A lapse of twenty minutes is supposed to have taken place, when Youth pays the twopence and gallops on.

IS IT SO?

Old Lady (loq.). "BLESS MY HEART! HOW RIDICULOUSLY SMALL THEY DO MAKE THE EYES OF THE NEEDLES NOW-A-DAYS, TO BE SURE!"

Re-enter Sporting Youth.

Youth (in a high state of excitement). "WHY, CONFOUND YOU! I THOUGHT YOU TOLD ME YOU HAD SEEN THE HOUNDS GO THROUGH HERE?"

Pikey. "E-AS, SO A DID; SEED 'EM YESTERDAY!"

PRIDE.

Page. "THAT POOR DEVIL AIN'T MIXED MUCH IN SOCIETY."

A BOAT FOR AN HOUR.

Stout Gentleman. "WHAT! IS THAT THE ONLY BOAT YOU HAVE IN?"

FISHING OFF BRIGHTON.

"OH, YES! IT'S VERY EASY TO SAY 'CATCH HOLD OF HIM!'"

AGGRAVATING—RATHER!

FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.

"OH! HERE'S A GO! BLOWED IF I AIN'T LOST MY DIAMOND RING!"

THE NEW PURCHASE.

Blanche (who dotes on horses). "THERE, FRANK. ISN'T SHE A PRETTY CREATURE? PAPA GAVE HER TO ME THIS MORNING—SHE IS SO GOOD-TEMPERED AND WHAT A NICE HEAD AND NECK SHE HAS! HASN'T SHE? SHE'S QUITE YOUNG, TOO—AND SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!—NOW, WHAT DO YOU SAY, SIR, EH?"

Frank (who is so absurd). "H'M! LETS SEE, PRETTY CREATURE!—GOOD-TEMPERED!—NICE HEAD AND NECK!—YOUNG!—AND A BEAUTIFUL MOUTH!—WHY, I SAY, YOU MAKE A CAPITAL PAIR!"

SEA-SIDE.—THE BATHING HOUR.

DOING IT THOROUGHLY.

Old Gent. "I SAY, MY LITTLE MAN, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS HOLD YOUR PONY TOGETHER GOING UP HILL, AND OVER PLOUGHED LAND!"

Young Nimrod. "ALL RIGHT, OLD COCK! DON'T YOU TEACH YOUR GRANDMOTHER TO SUCK EGGS! THERE'S MY MAN BY THE HAY-STACK WITH MY SECOND HORSE!"

NOT WHAT HE WANTED.

MR. HAYCOCK, HAVING HEARD OF THE MERITS OF BRUISED OATS FOR HORSES, REQUESTS HIS FRIEND BRIGGS TO SEND HIM A COUPLE OF "BRUISERS."

MR. BRIGGS DESPATCHES THE "WHITECHAPEL CHICKEN" AND THE "BAYSWATER SLASHER."

WAITING FOR A DIP.

Proprietor of Machine (loq.). "SORRY TO KEEP YOU SUCH A LONG TIME A WAITIN', SIR; BUT REALLY THEY STOP IN SUCH A TIME THAT WE HAVEN'T A MACHINE TO BLESS OURSELVES WITH. THERE'S CRUMPTON'S COTTAGES HAS BEEN IN THE WATER THIS THREE-QUARTERS OF AN HOUR; AND ALBION HOUSE TAKES THE LONGEST TIME TO DRESS OF ANY GENT I EVER SEE. OH! HERE'S PROSPECT PLACE A COMING HOUT. NOW YOU CAN GO IN, SIR."

PORTRAIT OF A LADY.

JUST LIKE HIM.

MR. BR—GGS (We suppress the Gentleman's name for obvious reasons) THINKS HE WILL GO TO HAMPTON RACES.