First Visitor from the country (to second ditto). "Ay, Fred, London's the place to see the swells enjoying themselves this time o' year. Nothing but life and gaiety on all sides."
THE BIG TROUT.
Pull up the rypecks! Push her home!
It's roses all the way!
Let garlands lie on Thames's foam—
A trout has died to-day!
Room for the victor—ho, there, room!—
Who calls the gods to scan