A VIEW HALLOO
(Hounds at fault)
Whip (bustling up to young Hodge, who has just begun to wave his cap and sing out lustily.) "Now then, where is he?"
Young H. "Yonder, sir! Acomin' across yonder!"
Whip. "Get out, why there ain't no fox there stoopid!"
Young H. "No, sir; but there be our Billy on his jackass!"
Miss Nelly (to her Slave, in the middle of the best thing of the Season.) "Oh, Mr. Rowel, do you mind going back? I dropped my whip at the last fence!"