Love in the Kitchen versus Cupboard Love.
PAS DE PARAPLUIE, by Mr Flexmore.
BIRD'S-EYE VIEW OF LONDON BY MOONLIGHT
We haven't "got home" till morning; Don't, please don't—I'm so sleepy—Why, the sheets are damp—Never mind, the warming-pan's hot—"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast." Yes, but not after two in the morning when you want to go to sleep, and have the tic-toorallo—"The Light of other days is Faded"—A Squall from Don Pasquale—Come gentil, anything but genteel—Mol-row! Mol-row! Puss! Puss! Puss!—Bang! Fire!—Affairs take a rapid turn—Hush! Let's go to bed! What a smell of fire! Smoke! fire! blazes! firemen! policemen! old men! young men! boys! kids! row! rattles! riot! rumpus & revolution.
INTERIOR OF A CONFECTIONER'S SHOP.
Love & Pastry—Send for a policeman—When 'em waters I sees, an' I screems—Below zero—Up to fever heat.
A Christmas Polka Cake and a Trifle for Children, Old & Young.
THE FLORAL REALMS OF LIGHT
THE NEW PANTOMIME Every Evening.