I 'ave one "regular," crippled but rich, as I saved—so 'e says—from a fur worser fate.
Only a fluke, as I tell 'im each Christmas, but somehow 'e won't wipe that job off the slate.
Many a nice little extry it lands me; and as for 'is daughter, a brown-eyed young dove,
Well, she is a fare as I'd not lose for somethink, though bob-less; I'd much sooner drive 'er for love!
At the Aquarium the highly trained and well-educated horse, Alpha, finishes a wonderful performance by being dressed up as a nurse, and wheeling a pony, Little Beta, about in a perambulator. Clever Alpha shouldn't be allowed to end by making such a donkey of himself. One of these days he'll be beaten by little Beta.
Mrs. R.'s nephew writes from Harrow that his aunt on returning from Homburg, observed cheerfully, "My dear, I feel as jolly as a sandbag."