This puggnacious Animal is allways thirsting for slaurter. He has made himself such a nice dry ditch to die in if he can get the others to come on. He wears his coats all out dragging them along the flore so that somebody may step on them. If he can get anyboddy to stop and look he will eat fire like one o'clock—but it isnt real. Just at present he is taking the hat round. Everboddy likes him tho he is such a dessprit charakter and so full of bloodtherstyniss. He draws nicely too—all exept swords—in fact he is quite a carickachuriss—like me, only I'm a perfeshernal
The Yauk
or
Rompyjack
No 36.
(Lord Charles Beresford.)
The criticks say I have "happily renderd the sea-brease bloing through his epithettes."
