MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF FISHING.

No. 1. OUR FRIEND BRIGGS CONTEMPLATES A DAY'S FISHING.

A GROSS OFFENCE.

Flunkey. "HOW DARE YOU BRING ME A STEEL FORK, SIR!"

CAUGHT.

Domestic (soliloquising). "WELL! I'M SURE MISSUS HAD BETTER GIVE THIS NEW BONNET TO ME, INSTEAD OF STICKING SUCH A YOUNG-LOOKING THING UPON HER OLD SHOULDERS."

(The impudent minx has immediate warning)

STREET DIALOGUE.

First Boy. "I'LL PUNCH YER ED, IF YER SAY MUCH."

Second Boy. "WHO'LL PUNCH MY ED?"—First Boy. "I WILL."

Second Boy. "YOU WILL?"—First Boy. "YES, I WILL."

Second Boy. "WELL!—DO IT."—First Boy. "AH!"

Second Boy. "YES!"—First Boy. "OH!"

[Boys evaporate.

A PRUDENT RESOLVE.

'Ousemaid. "WELL, MR. ROBERT, I SUPPOSE YOU'LL BE OFF TO THE DIGGINGS ALONG WITH THE REST OF THE GENTLEMEN?"

Flunkey. "NOT IF I KNOWS IT, MARY, MY DEAR. I AIN'T BEEN ACCUSTOMED TO FIZZICAL EXERTION; AND I DON'T INTEND TO BEGIN HARD WORK AT MY TIME OF LIFE."

USED UP.

Grandmamma. "WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH MY PET?"

Child. "WHY, GRANDMA, AFTER GIVING THE SUBJECT EVERY CONSIDERATION, I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT—THE WORLD IS HOLLOW, AND MY DOLL IS STUFFED WITH SAWDUST. SO—I—SHOULD—LIKE—IF YOU PLEASE, TO BE A NUN!"