Robinson.—"There, Brown, my Boy, that's as fine a Glass of Wine as you can get anywhere."
Mrs. Brown.—"A-hem! Augustus, My De-ar. You are surely never going to take Port Wine. You know it never agrees with you, my Love!"
Angelina (the Wife of his Bussom).—"Well, Edwin, if you can't make the 'Things,' as you call them, meet, you need not swear so. It's really quite dreadful!"
Uncle.—"So, you've been to the Crystal Palace—Have you, Gus?"
Gus.—"Yes, Uncle."
Uncle.—"Well, now, I'll give you Sixpence if you will tell me what you admired most in that Temple of Industry?"
Gus (unhesitatingly.)—"Veal and 'Am Pies, and the Ginger Beer. Give us the Sixpence!"