WHIP.—Whack! whack!
COACHMAN.—Come up, you varmint!
OFF-SIDE HORSE—Varmint! and to me! the nephew of the great Lottery! O Pegasus! what shall I come to next!
NEAR-SIDE HORSE.—Alamode beef, may be, or perhaps pork sassages!
The old woman was so long in that house where she stopped, that I was obleeged to toddle home, for my wife has a rather unpleasant way of taking me by the scruff of my neck if I ain’t pretty regular in my hours.
Yours, werry obediently, TOBY.
COURT CIRCULAR.
Communicated exclusively to this Journal by MASTER JONES, whose services we have succeeded in retaining, though opposed by the enlightened manager of a metropolitan theatre, whose anxiety to advance the interest of the drama is only equalled by his ignorance of the means.