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.