MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF HUNTING.

No. III.

MR. BRIGGS, ON HIS WAY TO THE "METROPOLITAN STEEPLE CHASE," TRIES WHETHER HIS HORSE IS A GOOD ONE ACROSS COUNTRY. HE IS REPRESENTED RIDING AT A BROOK(!).

COMPLIMENTARY.

"'OLD 'ARD, BILL! HERE'S ANOTHER HIPPERPOTAMUS."

THE GOLD FISH AT HAMPTON COURT.

LAYING THE DUST.

A SKETCH FROM NATURE, TAKEN NEAR THE FREEMASONS' TAVERN.

Old Gentleman. "GOOD GRACIOUS! IT'S STRIKING, AND THEY'LL HAVE BEGUN DINNER."

THE RISING GENERATION.

Juvenile Oxford Man (who does not think Vin Ordinaire of himself). "A—WERE YOU AT EITHER UNIVERSITY?"

Awful Swell. "YA-AS—WHEN I WAS A—BOY!" [OXFORD MAN departs in a Hansom.

DISTWESSING—VEWY.

X. 42. "DID YOU CALL THE POLICE, SIR?"

Swell (who would perish rather than disturb his shirt-collar). "YA-AS, A—I'VE HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO DWOP MY UMBRELLAW, AND THERE ISN'T A BOY WITHIN A MILE TO PICK IT UP—A—WILL YOU HAVE THE GOODNESS?"