A VIEW HALLOO.
(Hounds at fault.)

Whip (bustling up to Young Hodge, who has just begun to wave his cap and sing out lustily). "Now then, where is he?"

Young H. "Yonder, Sir! Acomin' across yonder!"

Whip. "Get out, why there ain't no Fox there, stoopid!"

Young H. "No, Sir; but there be our Billy on t' Jackass!"

SPORT IN COURT;

Or, The New Year Dream of the National Anti-Gambling Leaguer.

Oh! it must have been the grog, for I slumbered like a log,