Three Leaves from Punch.
First Aristocratic Butcher-Boy.—"Hullo, Bill. Don't mean to say yer've come down to a Pony?"
Second Ditto Ditto.—"Not dezactly! Our Cart is only gone a-paintin'."
Omnibus Driver.—"Reely, now! and so the 'lectric fluid takes a message between Dover and Calis. (Inquiringly) Pray, Sir, wot's it like? Is it any thing like beer, for example?"