THROUGH STRESS OF WEATHER.
Tommy (after contemplating the Horses in front of him). "I shall hunt on Cawidge Horses when I's a man, John! They hasn't eat any of their Heads off, like what Hunters always does in Frosty Weather, has they?"
THE UNEMPLOYED.
Plumber Joe loquitur:—
Oh, bust it! Or, rayther, bust them! I've my eye on the pipes o' this House,
As might give me the chanst as I wants, but, by gob, it's a regular chouse.
Nary bust in 'em yet, as I sees! I ain't none o' yer ornary hands,
There isn't a task in my trade but wot smart Plumber Joe understands,