THE GREAT CHARTIST DEMONSTRATION.

No. IX.—THE BEGINNING AND THE END.

Leader. "HOORAY! VEEVE LER LIBERTY!! HARM YOURSELVES!!! TO THE PALIS!! DOWN WITH HEAVERYTHINK!!!!"

Leader. "OH, SIR—PLEASE SIR—IT AIN'T ME, SIR—I'M FOR 'GOD SAVE THE QUEEN' AND 'RULE BRITANNIER.' BOO-HOO—OH DEAR! OH DEAR!!"

[Bursts into tears.

HEROISM.

JOHN THOMAS, THE BELGRAVIAN FLUNKEY, AS HE APPEARED WHILE THE MOB WERE BREAKING HIS MISSUSSES WINDOWS.

ADVANTAGES OF THE NEW POSTAL ARRANGEMENTS.

STUNNING POLITENESS.

LITERARY CHIT-CHAT.

"IS THIS A LIBERY?"

"YES."

"THEN LET ME HAVE THE LAST NUMBER OF HEMILY FITZ HOSBORN."

THE GREAT LINEN-DRAPERY NUISANCE.

First Linen-draper. "WHAT'S THE NEXT ARTICLE, SIR?"—Victim. "NOTHING MORE, THANK YOU."—Second Linen-draper. "WE'VE SOME SWEET THINGS IN SHAWLS, SIR—QUITE NEW."—Third Linen-draper. "ALLOW ME, SIR, TO TEMPT YOU WITH ONE OF THESE BEAUTIFUL HANDKERCHIEFS."—Fourth Linen-draper. "THESE DRESSES, SIR." &c.—Fifth Linen-draper. "HERE ARE LADIES' APRONS, SIR, MOST BEAUTIFULLY WORKED, QUITE ELEGANT, VERY TASTY, AND FASHIONABLE," &c.

[VICTIM resolves never to enter the shop again.

AN AMBITIOUS YOUTH.

Old Gentleman. "NOW, AUGUSTUS; WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE?"

Augustus. "I KNOW WHAT I SHOULD LIKE—BUT YOU WOULDN'T LET ME."

Old Gent. "WHAT IS IT—A LAWYER?"

Aug. "NO: IT AIN'T A LAWYER."

Old Gent. "A SURGEON?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "A PARSON?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "A SOLDIER?"

Aug. "NO."

Old Gent. "WHAT, THEN?"

Aug. "WHY—A CLOWN AT ASTLEY'S."

APPEARANCES ARE DECEPTIVE.

Officer (loq). "WELL, MY FINE FELLOW, SO YOU'VE BEEN IN THE REGULAR ARMY?—IN THE WARS, TOO, I SEE—EH?"

Stout Yeoman. "NOA, COLONEL, I NEVER WASN'T IN NO WARS; BUT MY OLD SOW GAINED A SILVER MEDAL LAST COUNTY AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY, SO I THO'T AS O'W I MIGHT WEAR UN!"

THE MOUSTACHE MOVEMENT.

MASTER SMITH, AS HE APPEARED TRYING TO FORCE HIS MOUSTACHES FOR THE BROWNS' PARTY.

THE WEDDING-DAY—FIRST ANNIVERSARY.

PRESENTS—BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET OF FLOWERS FROM COVENT GARDEN, AND SUCH A LOVELY BRACELET!"

OXFORD COSTUME.

First Swell. "AWFUL SHIRT! EH?"

Second ditto. "YA'AS, LINEN'S SO DEUCED COMMON NOW—I'M GOING TO SPORT EMBROIDERED SILK."

First Ditto. "HAH! CHEESY IDEA TOO! BUT OUR GILLS WANT ELEVATING!"

THE WEDDING-DAY—FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY.

PRESENTS—BEAUTIFUL BUNDLE OF ASPARAGUS FROM COVENT GARDEN, AND THE NICEST DOUBLE PERAMBULATOR IN THE WORLD!!

NOT THE FIRST TIME.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON, MA'AM, BUT I THINK YOU DROPPED THIS."

OUR LAZY CONTRIBUTOR.

"PLEASE, SIR, HERE'S THE PRINTER'S BOY CALLED AGAIN."

"OH, BOTHER! SAY I'M BUSY."

WHICH IS BEST?

Matilda. "I WONDER, MARIA, YOU DON'T PUT AUGUSTUS INTO JACKETS AND TROWSERS; REALLY HE GROWS TOO TALL FOR THAT KIND OF COSTUME."

Maria. "PERHAPS, MATILDA, YOU WILL BE KIND ENOUGH TO ALLOW ME TO DRESS MY OWN CHILD IN MY OWN WAY. I AM MUCH OBLIGED TO YOU ALL THE SAME. I DON'T LIKE THE PRACTICE SOME PEOPLE HAVE OF DRESSING LITTLE BOYS LIKE LITTLE MEN!!!"

WHISKERANDOS.

"THERE, MY BOY! IT ISN'T EVERYBODY WHO COULD DO THAT!"

YACHTING.

SPARE BED (BERTH, WE MEAN) ON BOARD OUR FRIEND'S SCHOONER.

A DAY'S PLEASURE.

SKETCH OF A "LORD OF THE CREATION" ON HIS RETURN FROM THE DERBY.

A VERY YOUNG MARINER.

A YOUNG MARINER.

AN ANCIENT MARINER.

A GOOD SIZED FLOAT.

Little Gent (with undue familiarity). "I SAY, MY OLD COCKYWAX,—I S'POSE THE FISH AIN'T VERY LARGE OFF RAMSGIT—ARE THEY?"

Fisherman. "WELL! I SHOULDN'T SAY AS THEY WAS WERRY SMALL—WHEN WE'RE OBLIGED TO USE SICH FLOATS AS THEM TO OUR FISHIN' TACKLE! MY YOUNG COCKYWAX!" (Gent is shut up.)

A SPORTING GENT PRACTISING FOR THE HUNTING SEASON.

A CURIOUS PERSON.

MICHAELMAS DAY. THE CHEAP TAILOR'S GOOSE PROVIDES HIMSELF WITH A SHOOTING JACKET AND VEST.

"MUSIC HATH CHARMS," &C.

THE STAG AT BAY.

CLOSE OF THE SEASON—THE LONDON FOOTMAN EXHAUSTED.

BEGINNING FIRES FOR THE WINTER—SOMETHING WRONG WITH THE CHIMNEY.

Sweep (loq.). "THIS CHIMLE ALWAYS WAS A BAD UN TO SMOKE, SIR; THE PARTY AS LIVED HERE BEFORE YOU CAME HAD A DEAL OF TROUBLE WITH IT."

AN ASSOCIATION FOR THE ADVANCEMENT OF SCIENCE ON AN EXCURSION.

AMUSEMENT FOR A RAINY DAY.

Clara. "I SAY, GUS—COME HERE! STAND STILL AND OPEN YOUR MOUTH, AND WE'LL DROP CHOCOLATE INTO IT. WE'VE NOTHING TO DO!"

GUS. "ALL RIGHT, GIRLS! FIRE AWAY!"

[After an hour of this interesting occupation, Gus retires slightly uncomfortable.

POTICHOMANIA (THE ART OF DECORATING GLASS),

AS CARRIED OUT BY MASTER TOM DURING THE EASTER HOLIDAYS.