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you? Oh, Mr. SPURRELL, I've quite set my heart on hearing you read aloud to us. Are you really cruel enough to refuse ?

Spurr. Read aloud! Is that what you want me to do? But

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I'm no particular hand at it. I don't know that I've ever read UNPARALLELED PROFITS TO EVERYBODY! aloud-except a bit out of the paper now and then-since I was a HE ALL-ROUND COMPANY PERFORMS IMPOSSIBILIboy at school! Lady Cantire. What's that I hear? Mr. SPURRELL professing THE ALL-ROUND COMPANY ARE SQUARE DEALERS!!! incapacity to read aloud? Sheer affectation! Come, Mr. SPURRELL,T I am much mistaken if you are wanting in the power to thrill all RY OUR NEW G STOCK. hearts here. Think of us as instruments ready to respond to your T touch. Play upon us as you will; but don't be so ungracious as to raise any further obstacles.

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Spurr. (resignedly). Oh, very well, if I'in required to read, I'm agreeable. Murmurs of satisfaction. Lady Cant. Hush, please, everybody! Mr. SPURRELL is going to read. My dear Dr. RODNEY, if you wouldn't mind just Lord LUL LINGTON, can you hear where you are? Where are you going to sit, Mr. SPURRELL? In the centre will be best. Will somebody move that lamp a little, so as to give him more light?

Spurr. (to himself, as he sits down). I wonder what we're supposed to be playing at! (Aloud.) Well, what am I to read, eh?

Miss Spelw. (placing an open copy of Andromeda" in his

hands with a charming air of deferential dictation). You might begin with this-such a dear little piece! I'm dying to hear you read it!

HE G IS A REGULAR GALLOPER.

THE

THE G CAN CANTER;

BUT THE ALL-ROUND COMPANY CAN'T CANT.

THE ALL-ROUND COMPANY ARE SHEKEL-SCOOPERS.

THE

THE ALL-ROUND COMPANY must be TRIED at once.
T LABOUR.

THE SENTENCE will be HARD CASH FOR LIFE WITHOUT ANY

THE G STOCK FOR BREAKFAST.

THE G STOCK FOR BILIOUS HEADACHES.

THE G STOCK FOR BEANFEASTS.

Spurr. (as he takes the book). I'll do the best I can! (He looks at the page in dismay.) Why, look here, it's Poetry! I didn't bargain for that. Poetry's altogether out of my line! (Miss SPELWANE opens her eyes to their fullest extent, and retires a few paces from him; he turns over the leaves backwards until he arrives at the TH title-page.) I say, this is rather curious! Who the dickins is

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CLARION BLAIR?' (The company look at one another with raised BY Surprise profits are made by all Investors who trust us with eyebrows and dropped underlips.) Because I never heard of him; but he seems to have been writing poetry about my bull-dog. Miss Spelu. (faintly). Writing poetry-about your bull-dog! Spurr. Yes, the one you've all been praising up so. If it isn't meant for her, it's what you might call a most surprising coincidence, for here's the old dog's name as plain as it can be-Andromeda ! [Tableau.

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"LIVING PICTURES."

OUR COVER SYSTEM we have never yet drawn blank. their balances, so that a swinging amount always stands to their credit. We have never yet received a check. Our Customers come to Order, but they never go to Law. In June, 1893, we received information about Grand Post Defs. and Tympanum Prefs., and a Bull-dozing Operation was decided on. As a consequence we were has made them strong enough to move a Market. able to present all Subscribers with a £50 dumb-bell apiece, which THEAU HOAX DECOM Everyone should therefore

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PLANK DOWN HIS MONEY

THE Downey ones, meaning thereby the photographers W. & D. "of that ilk," have produced some excellent photographic portraits in their fifth series recently published. THE CZAREVICH and The H Right Hon. HENRY CHAPLIN, M.P., two sporting names well brought

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THE ALL-ROUND COMPANY DEALS IN LARGE BLOCKS.

THE ALL ROUND COMPANY BLOCK-HEADS THE LIST.

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ning grace." Mr. SYDNEY HOW

GRUNDY, endimanché, is too
beautiful for words. But the
picture of Mrs. BANCROFT, wear-
ing (in addition to a trimmed fur cloak) a

wonderful kind of Fellah! don't-know

sed,

yar-fellah!" expression, at once surprised,
pained, and hurt, does not at all represent
the "little Mrs. B." whom the public knows
and loves. "How doth the little busy Mrs. B.
delight to bark and bite" might have been
under this portrait, and DOWNEY must be

moreDowney another time, and give us a more characteristic presentment of this lively comédienne. The Right Hon. ARTHUR J. BALFOUR is the best of all. Capital. Just the man: "frosty but kindly." Then there is a first rate portrait of Miss FANNY BROUGH, and after her comes the King of SAXONY!! O ALBERT of Saxony after Miss FANNY BROUGH!! What 'll Queenie CAROLINE say? Perhaps Messrs. DOWNEY, by kind permission of CASSELL & Co., will explain.

BATTLE WITH BACILLI.-Dr. Roux has been successful against the Diphtheria Bacillus. He can afford to look on at any number of Bacilli and exclaim, "Bah! silly!" Unless he pronounces Latin more Italiano, and then he would say "Bah! chilly!" Which

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Hostess. "THIS IS GOOD OF YOU, MAJOR GREY! WHEN I WROTE I NEVER EXPECTED FOR A MOMENT THAT YOU WOULD COME!"

"WINDING 'EM UP."

["If he believed that the majority of the Liberal-Unionist party, or indeed any considerable section of them, held the opinion which was expressed by this writer in the Times, he, for one, would at once resign the responsible position which he held, and would claim to take up a more independent position, because he was certain that their efforts would be fruitless, and that they would not succeed in defeating the policy of Home Rule if they were to accept the negative position which had been suggested to them."-Mr. Chamberlain at Durham.]

Showman Joe soliloquiseth :WAXWORKS indeed! Hah! I've took over the management of 'em, and I suppose, as Misther Thleary said, I must make the betht of 'em, not the wurtht." But I'm a bit tired of the job -sometimes.

Wish I could feel Mrs. Jarley's pride in the whole bag o' tricks! 'Ave to purtend to, of course. Can't cry creaky waxworks any more than you can stinking fish. But a more rusty, sluggish, wheezy, wobbly, jerky, uncertain, stick-fast, stodgy, unwillin' lot o' wax figgers I never did Well, there, it tries a conscience of injy-rubber to crack 'em up and patter of 'em into poppylarity, blowed if

it don't!

nose-o'-wax and don't nod yerself into nothingness! 'Ow much more
ile do yer rusty old innards want to stop their clogging and creaking?
Proprietors beginning to pull long faces at my pace? 'Int that
I'll shake the machinery to smithereens by too much haction?
Well, I am blowed! Wy, they'd slow down a sick snail, and
'andicap a old tortus, they would! Tell yer wot it is, if they don't
give me a free 'and at the crank I shall turn the whole thing up, so
there! Some nameless, nidnoddy, negative old crocks 'ave bin
a-earwigging 'em, that's wot's the matter. But I give 'em the
straight tip, if they lend a ear to them slow-going stick-in-the-muds,
I shall jest resign my responserble persition, and take up a hinde-
pendent one-jine the Opposition Show, or p'r'aps start one o' my
own. and then where will they be, I wonder?

Cling-cling! Curting rising? Well, 'ere goes once more then! (Winding hard and addressing audience). "Ladies and gen'l'men! The Himperial and Royal Grand Unionist Combination Waxworks Show is about to start for the season! Largest and most life-like set o' wax figgers ever exhibited to a hadmiring public!! As I wind you will perceive hunmistakeable signs of hanimation in 'is Grace the Nobble Dook; arter wich, with your kyind permission, I shall take a turn at the Illustrous Markis!!!"

Kim up, Dook! Dashed if 'e don't look as if 'e fancied hisself the Sleepin' Beauty, and wanted to forty-wink it for another centry. Look at the flabby flop of 'im! Jest as though 'e wouldn't move if 'is nose wos a meltin'. Large as life, and twice as nateral? Wy, a kid's Guy Fox on the fifth o' November 'ud give 'im hodds, and lick which must be the final blow to her ambition.] 'is 'ead orf-heasy! Bin a-ileing 'is works this ever so long, and still 'e moves as if 'is wittles wos sand-paper, and 'is drink witrol. Kim up!

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, REVOLTING MAID? (New Song to an Old Tune, for the New Woman.)

As to the Markis, well, 'e's a bit older, but dashed if 'e don't move livelier-when 'e is on the shift. At the present moment 'owever, utter confloption is a cycle-sprinter to 'im. As if a pair o' niddity-noddities in "negative" positions was likely to fetch 'em in front in these days! Yah!

Should like to keep the Old Show a-runnin', too,-leastways until I can start a bran-new one of my very own. Won't run to it yet, I'm afraid. Oh, to boss a big booth-full all to myself! I'd show 'em! This Combination Show-old stock-in-trade of one company, and cast-offs from another-ain't the best o' bisness arter all. But I must keep 'em together as a going concern till I can run a star company of my own choosing. 'Ere, and us that ile-can again! Talk about rust and rickets!

Curting about to be rung up? Then I must get 'em in working horder somehow! 'Ang this Dook! Can't git anythink nateral out of 'im-'cept a yawn. That 'e does as like as life. Kim up old

[The Quarterly Review says that man will not marry the New Woman,

"WHERE are you going, Revolting Maid?"
"As far as I may, fair Sir," she said.
"Shall I go with you, Revolting Maid?"

"You may follow-behind me, Sir!" she said.

"What is your object, Revolting Maid ? "
'Emancipation, Sir!" she said.

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"Will you marry, Revolting Maid ?"

"Perhaps-on my own terms, Sir!" she said.

"And what may those terms be, Revolting Maid ?"
"Absolute Liberty, Sir!" she said.

"Then I shan't wed you, Revolting Maid!"
"Did anyone ask you, Sir?" she said.

TITLE FOR NEW LONDON JAPANESE JOURNAL (WEEKLY).-" The Happy Dispatch, edited by HARI KARI."

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SHOWMAN JOE "LADIES AND GEN'L'MEN, 'IS GRACE THE DOOK WILL SHORTLY BEGIN TO SHOW SIGNS OF HANIMATION-HAFTER WHICH, WITH YOUR KIND PERMISSION, I WILL PERCEED TO TAKE A TURN AT THE MARKIS!"

THE SONG OF THE LEADERS. "WHEN the much-enduring Dockers, In the city of the Smoke-Cloud. By the banks of the Tems-Ri-Va, Struck to gain a larger stipend, Lead them on did BURNSIWATHA.

And the ruler of these matters, Who is called the Bry-Tish-PuBlyck,

Took the side of dock-gate casuals,
Of the somewhat lordly stevedore,
And informed the proud Dy-Reck-
Tas

That they soon must yield to reason;
Gave its sympathy in gallons,
Gave its coin to make a strike-fund;
So the proud Dy-Reck-Tas yielded.

But when many moons had vanished,
Came the rather wild KEIR-HAR-DI,
Came Toм-MANN the earnest minded,
Talked of "Independent Labour,"
Soundly rated BURNSIWATHA
And all useful Labour-Members.

Then the strong man, BURNSI-
WATHA,

Hurled their language back with interest,

With the breathing of his nostrils,
With the tempest of his anger,
Hurled it back on his assailants.

Said TOM-MANN was feather-headed,
Said the rather wild KEIR-HAR-DI
Was no better than a "bounder."

And the Independent Lab'rers, Not to be outdone in scolding, Scandalised poor BURNSIWATHA, Said they thought him quite conceited, Called him "Boss," likewise "Bulldozing."

And the Bry-Tish-Pu-Blyck won-
dered

At the manners of these leaders,
At the Unionists' disunion.
"Go, my sons," it said, "instanter,
Go back to your homes and people;
Slay all ravening labour-sweaters,
All the Kum-Panies, the giants,
All the serpents, the Emp-Loias;
But, for goodness' sake have done with
Petty piques and jealous slangings;
Or, next time you ask for coppers
For the holy cause of Labour,
You will find these coppers wanting!"

STUDIES IN ANIMAL LIFE. THE CHICK-A-LEARY COCHIN.

THE TALE OF A VOTE.

BEDAD, 'twas meself was as plaised as could be
When they tould me the vote had bin given to me.
"St. Pathrick," ses Oi, "Oi'm a gintleman too,
An' Oi'll doine ivry day off a grand Oirish stew."
The words was scarce seen slippin' off of me tongue
When who but the Colonel comes walkin' along!
Begorrah, 'tis callin' he's afther, the bhoy,

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Oi'm a gintleman now wid a vingeance," ses Oi. The Colonel come in wid an affable air, An' he sat down quite natteral-loike in a chair. "So, RORY," ses he, "'tis a vote ye've got now?" "That's thrue though ye ses it," ses Oi, wid a bow. "Deloighted!" ses he, "'tis meself that is g'ad, For shure ye're disarvin' it, RORY me lad.

An' how are ye goin' to use it ?" ses he,

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Ye could scarcely do betther than give it to me."

Oi stared at the Colonel, amazed wid surprise.

"What! Give it away, Sorr ?-Me vote, Sorr ?" Oi cries. "D'ye think that Oi've waited ontil Oi am gray, An' now Oi'm jist goin' to give it away?" The Colonel he chuckled, an "RORY," ses he.

But "No, Sorr," Oi answers, "ye don't diddle me."

JAS

BAYARD AND BOBBY. ОH, ROBERT, in our hours of ease Butt of those outworn pleasantries, Not less with pride thy praise we hear Hymned in another hemisphere, When BAYARD, chivalrously graphic, Tells how you regulate the traffic. Firm as a statue on its plinth 'Midst the vertiginous labyrinth Of circus, street and bridge you stand, And rule the storm with calm, un

armed hand.

Rarely our soldiers of the law

Do Themis' awful truncheon draw,
Their Orphic whistle sùbdue can
All save the crew of HOOLIGAN.
Though western JONATHAN prefer
A force not vainly claviger,
Yet BAYARD, taught in English ways,
That suaver regiment must praise
That trusts to moral weight and nerve
And keeps the bludgeon in reserve.
Stalwart and patient 'midst the strife
Of all our seething city life,
When pageants twice or thrice a year
Throw the whole Empire out of gear,
Then, stolid symbol of good sense,
A wonder-worker, sans pretence,
Fulfill'st authority's decrees,
With thy familiar "Stand back,

please!"

And rather by that sober charm
Than by the might of brawny arm,
The many-headed own thy sway;
They laugh, they jostle, and obey.
Worthy thy deeds of loftier rhyme,
Than topic-song or pantomime.
Not quite sublime, but on the border,
Type of our British law and order,
Thy figure shall be graved upon
The frieze of some new Parthenon,
Wherein by glyphic art portray'd'
Reigns the ideal parlour-maid,
Thy dauntless soul's domestic lure
Trim, natty, roguish, and demure,
Waiting the age's unborn LAYARD
To illustrate the praise of BAYARD.

QUERY IN THE COUNTRY.-New agricultural version of an ancient cockney slang phrase "Has your farmer sold his mangel?"

ADVICE TO ANY DRAMATIC AUTHOR WHO HAS WRITTEN A LENGTHY PIECE. -"Cut, and run.'

Thin he hum'd an' he haw'd, an' he started agin,
But he'd met wid his equal in RORY O'FLYNN.

Thin the smoile died away, an' a frown come instead,
But for all that he tould me, Oi jist shook me head,
An' he gnawed his moustache, an' he cursed an' he swore,
But the more that he argued, Oi shook it the more.

Thin he called me a dolt an' an ignorant fool,
An' he said that Oi ought to go back to the school,
An' he flew in a rage an' wint black in the face,
An' he flung in a hullaballoo from the place.

Bedad, Oi was startled. Him beggin' me vote,
An' he'd three of his own too!-The gradiness o't!
Ye could scarcely belave it onless it was thrue,
An' him sittin' oop for a gintleman too!

Was it betther he thought he could use it than Oi?
Begorrah, Oi'll show he's mistaken, me bhoy.
Oi'll hang it oop over me mantlepace shelf,
For now that Oi've got it, Oi'll kape it meself.

THE ZUYDER ZEE.-" Wha' be the Zider Zee?" repeated a Devonian farmer. "Why, I always thought as the Zee of Exeter were the Zider Zee. Ain't it pratty well in the middle o' Zider Country?"

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