Horse Laughs

HORSE:LAUGHS. By Chas H. Marshall
ADVICE GRATIS.
Boy (to Local Preacher sallying forth on a “spouting” expedition). —I say, Mester, if yer was to lengthen yer stirrups an’ shorten yer face, yer’d ride a bit easier.
By Chas H. Marshall
To Gilbert Dalziel, Esq., THE EDITOR OF “JUDY,” THIS LITTLE BOOK OF SKETCHES IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED, AS AN ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF HIS KIND PERMISSION FOR ITS PUBLICATION, AND ALSO AS A RECOGNITION OF NUMEROUS FAVOURS RECEIVED FROM HIM ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS. WITH THE MOST LIVELY SENTIMENTS OF RESPECT, BY HIS MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT, THE AUTHOR AND ARTIST.
A NICE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON!
Jovial Huntsman (turning up three-quarters of an hour late, with only two or three couple of hounds, to Master). —Fine huntinsh mornin’, shurr. ’Oundish fine condishun—thirstin’ for bloodsh—Horshish fresh—Mensh very fitsh.
QUALITY AND QUANTITY.
Noble Lord (recently married, and rather proud of his Wife). —There, Muggins! What do you think of Her Ladyship?
Muggins (a Tenant who has just been taking a prize at the Fat Stock Show). —Well, m’ Lord, I reckon she’s tuppence-’a’p’ny a pound better than any other Lady in these parts.
AN EXCUSE FOR THE FOX.
( The Fox having been repeatedly headed back into cover, the Noble Master rides up to ascertain the cause. )