Hansom Cabman (boldly). "SIX SHILLINGS, SIR!"
Old Gent. "WHAT! WHY HOW MANY MILES DO YOU CALL IT FROM TEMPLE BAR TO THE BANK?"
Cabman. "OH! IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT A MERE MERCAN-TILE TRANSACTION, YOU SHALL HAVE YOUR RIDE FOR NOTHING. ONLY DON'T GIT INTO AN ANSOM CAB AGAIN, THAT'S ALL."
[Old Gentleman is speechless with indignation and astonishment.
A DISTURBED IMAGINATION.
JONES, WHO CAN'T SLEEP WELL IN LONDON DURING THE HOT WEATHER, GOES TO HAVE A QUIET NIGHT IN A VILLAGE!!
[Portrait of one of the Village Cochins, &c.
