For idle "hands" to do.

Yet, Labour, whatsoe'er he say,

To trust him be not fast;

Or you'll discover, some fine day,

He'll diddle you at last!


QUEER QUERIES.—COMBUSTIBLES.—I have five hundred barrels of Kerosene Oil, and three hundred of Paraffin, stored in a large room in the basement of my premises. Upstairs, on the top floor, there are about two hundred assistants at work. I now want to use part of the same room for the manufacture of fireworks. The place I don't think is too dark, as I have it constantly lighted by naked gas-jets. Would there be any need to take out a licence? The surrounding property, although very crowded, is only of a poor description.—INSURED.


MR. PUNCH'S POCKET IBSEN.