The "Crack Shots." No. 1
(The Cockney and Bird-catcher.)

I've got a visper for you, Sir, I don't vish to be importite, but next time you shoots a bir vot I've brought to my call, I'll shoot you into a clay pit, that's all.

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The "Crack Shots." No. 3
(A natural alarm.)

You needn't be afeard Sir, I ant a haming at you.

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(same as to left, but no color)

The Pic-nic. No. 1
(A boat load. Warning: "Not allowed to land and dine.)

Oh! oh! very well; then we'll only land here and dine a little further on.

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The Pic-nic. No. 2
(Unpacking the supplies.)

Oh dear! here's the sherry and mix'd pickle broke.
Yes, and they've broke into the pastry too.

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Dr. Spraggs
(His new purchase of an old hunter, which runs away with him.)

Throw physic to the dogs. Whoy! whoy! whoy! I don't want to go a hunting, if you do.

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The Bumpkin
(Domestic Economy, old woman presiding.)

Old Woman: Not make a dinner of Horsebeans? you dainty dog. I wish you may never have worse.
Plough Boy: Noa, mother; I hopes I never shall.

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The Pouter and the Dragon
(The Farmer's whack.)

Another pigeon, egad, I'm in luck's way this morning.

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Strawberries and Cream
(A Gourmand regaling.)

[As savoury as a pot of treacle to a blue-bottle.] text not printed, but in index.

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The Jolly Anglers
(Anglers under the influence of Barclay and Perkins.)

Don't you like a day's fishing Sam?
Oh, werry much, werry much.
Ah, but some people don't know how to go a fishing Sam, they are such fools.

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The Eating House

Clerical Gent, in a soft voice: "A small portion of veal and ham, well done."
Waiter, in a voice of thunder: "Plate of veal, and dam vell done."

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Practice
(School-boys Rifle shooting.)

Out of the way, Sugar-lips, I am sure I shall hit him this time.

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Precept
(An Old Toper, teaching the young Idea.)

Young men should practice, san intermission, until they can drink four bottles without being flustered, then they will be sober people, for it won't be easy to make them tipsey, a drunken man I abominate!!!

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A Day's Pleasure. No. 3 Dobb's Duck
(Mr. Dobbs's wife overboard.)

The deep, deep Sea.

Mr. Dobbs singing—"Hearts as warm as those above lie under the waters cold."

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Practical Joker. No. 1
(Jim Smith, masked as a Demon, perched on a Stile.)

D'ye want a pound of magic shot?

Practical Joker. No. 2
(Tom's Reprisal—about to shoot.)

Oh, Tom don't shoot, don't shoot, it's only me—Jim Smith.

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Fishing for Whiting at Margate
(Qualmishness.)

You'll be sure Sir, to feel when there's any thing on your hooks, don't you feel any thing yet?

Why yes! I feels werry unwell.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 4
(City Sportsmen Feeding.)

I say, Jim, what birds are most like now?

Why, swallows to be sure!

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 5
A Stalking Horse
(Urchins shooting a game-cock in a farm-yard.)

Oh, here's sich a plummy one, don't you hear how he's singing?

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 7
The Cricket Match
(Maximo-rotundo Croblle bowled out.)

Out!, so don't fatigue yourself, I beg, Sir.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 8
The Hunter
(Crobble spilt off his horse.)

Hunting may be a sport, but I'm bless'd if it's pleasure.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 9
A Row to Blackwell
(Aunt Betty and Miss Scrags spilt.)

TO BE SOLD, warranted sound, A Grey Mare, very fast, and carries a lady likewise a Bay Cob quiet to ride or drive & has carried a lady.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 9
The Pic-nic
(On the banks of the Lea.)

O Lawkes, there's that nasty cow walking all over our dinner! Oh dear, Oh dear, there goes his foot into the currant and raspberry pie!

Andrew Mullins—Chapter 12
Monsieur Dubois
(A poor French teacher, with Episode of a fighting dustman and a crossing-sweeper.)

I shan't fight with fistesses, its vulgar, but if he's a mind for anything like a gemmen here's my card.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 14
A Dilemma
(A chaise party in a fix, having lost their way.)

A Country Excursion

Ee cawnt gow back 'cause tha locks tha gates. Well can we go forward then?
Noa ee cawnt cawse the roads under water.

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 15
An Old Acquaintance
(A School-boy breaking the barometer.)

Only three holidays left, and still this plaguey glass says very wet. I can't bear it, and I won't

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Andrew Mullins—Chapter 17
Promotion
(Steering one way and rowing another.)

I think there must be something wrong with your rowing.
My rowing! nonsense! it's your steering.

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