[She flits away.
Und. (alone). I feel disposed to be the death of somebody! Oh, Lady Maisie Mull, to what a bathos have you lured your poet by your artless flattery—a banquet with your aunt's butler!
Mamma (to Johnny, who has been given a Pear with Pills artfully concealed in it).
"Well, dear, have you finished your Pear?"
Johnny. "Yes, Mamma, all but the Seeds!"
A BETTING MAN ON CRICKET.
Cricket may be a game, but I can't call it sport, For "the odds" at it aren't to be reckoned. There the last's often first ere you come into port, While the first is quite frequently second. There was Surrey, you see, slap a-top o' the tree, While Sussex was bang at the bottom. But, thanks to the in-and-out form of the three, You never know when you have got 'em! For when I backed Surrey with cheerful content. Why Kent walloped Surrey, and Sussex whopped Kent!!!