Pitiable Objects. MR. DONE (to Mr. Dreary). “No! A don't know how it is—but I ain't the thing somehow ! No embawassments or anything o' that sort. Can't make it out. S'pose its overwork ! "

"Well, they may call this a health-giving pursuit, if they like; but

give me roach-fishing in a punt.

MASTER G. O'Rilla. “Deaw! How shocking! There's another good fellah done for !"
Cousins. “Why, what has happened, Gus ?”
Gus. “Happened! Why, Charley Bagshot gone married !”

Startling Fact! OXFORD SWELL. “Do you make many of these monkey-jackets, now?"

SNIP. “Oh dear yes, sir ; there are more monkeys in Oxford this term than ever, sir.”