MR. BRIGGS'S PLEASURES OF SHOOTING.

No. VI.

MR. BRIGGS IS OFF AGAIN SHOOTING.

GRANDMAMMA IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE GIVEN MASTER TOM SOME PLUMS.

Master Tom. "NOW, THEN, GRANNY, I'VE EATEN THE PLUMS, AND IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME SIXPENCE, I'LL SWALLOW THE STONES!"

MAKING THE BEST OF IT.

HORRIBLE INCIDENT IN REAL LIFE.

AS THE SERVANTS ARE GONE TO BED, THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE ENDEAVOURS TO GET A LITTLE BIT OF SUPPER FOR HIMSELF. HE CAN'T CONCEIVE WHERE THE DEUCE THE THINGS ARE ALL KEPT; AND HE IS ALMOST TORN TO PIECES BY THE BLACK NATIVES OF THE KITCHEN.

RATHER SEVERE.

"SHALL I 'OLD YOUR 'ORSE, SIR?"

A FAULTY MIRROR.

"LOR! WHAT A MOST ABOMINABLE GLASS.—I DECLARE IT MAKES ONE LOOK A PERFECT FRIGHT!"