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Full text of "Horse laughs"

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ADVICE GRATIS. 

5<)y {to Local Preacher sallying forth on a ^^ spouting" expedition). — I SAY, Mester, IF YER WAS TO LENGTHEN YER STIRRUPS AN' SHORTEN 
YER FACE, YER'D RIDE A BIT EASIER. 




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^0 (Bilbert ®al3iel, lesci., 

THE EDlrOR OF ''JUDY," 
THIS LITTLE BOOK OF SKETCHES IS ORATEFULLV DEDICATED, 

AS AN 

ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF HIS KIND PERMISSION FOR ITS PUBLICATION, 

AND ALSO AS A 

RECOGNITION OF NUMEROUS FAVOURS RECEIVED FROM HIM ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS. 

WITH THE MOST LIVELY SENTIMENTS OF RESPECT, 

BY HIS MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT, 

THE AUTHOR AND ARTIST. 







A NICE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON! 

Jovial Huntsman (turning up three-quarters of an hour late, with only two or three couple of hounds, to Master).— FltiE HUNTINSH mORNIn' 
SHURR. OUNDISH FINE CONDISHUN— THIRSTIN' FOR BLOODSH— HORSHISH FRESH— MeNSH VERY FITSH. 










QUALITY AND QUANTITY. 

Noble Lord [recently married, and rather proud of his ffT/i). —There, Muggins! What do you think of Her Ladyship? 

Muggins (a Tenant who has just been taking a prize at the Fat Stock Aioa/).— Well, m' Lord, / reckon she's tuppence- a'p'ny a pound 

BETTER THAN ANY OTHER LaDY IN THESE PARTS. 




AN EXCUSE FOR THE FOX. 

( The Fox having been repeatedly headed back into cover, the Noble Master rides up to ascertain the cause. ) 
Exasperated Huntsman (pointing to Old Lady, with withering contempt). — Whv, MY Lord, what could face that? 




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WELL MEANT. 

Highly elated little Gent.— 'Sow then, Miss, I'll give yer a lead hover. Come hup, Donovan ! Hin or Hover ' 




BOTH! 

"A Double Event.' 




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DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE. 

Awjul County Magnate (to small Boy, occupying the only gap in big /irea).— Come, get out OF MY WAV, YOU YOUNG MONKEY I 
Small ^tfy.— Who's interfered with you, old Chawbacon? Keep to your own Line, and don't come riding in my Pocket. 




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A MUSICAL HORSE. 

BRAs?BAND,^7r-^ /Wm</«<z/ (mho "knows a 'orse when 'e sees Um," and ^ho also "'as a /t^ar for musich").-VouK 'Orse will soon jine the 



S2c'e// [unconscious of his horse's slight tnfrmity). —Brass Band? What do you mean? 

0. H. hldlVtdtiaL—'KWi, can't YER 'ear that ALREAHV 'k TnnTT PS a bit r^M -r-u,. ,>,, 



,.„„ „^ .^ . . ^^^ ^^"^ ^*'*''' ALREADY 'e tootles A BIT ON THE FLUTE: BUT BY THE END OF THE SEASON It'i T HR A 

CASE OF TROMBONE WITH IM, AN' NO MISTAKE. SEASON IT LL HE A 




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"WHEN THE DEVIL WAS SICK THE DEVIL A MONK WOULD BE," &c. 

Whip (who lias come a severe cropper).— '^ ell, I'll be {hesitates ; wonders whether he's mortally damaged; finds he's all sound and right)- 

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THE RIGHT SORT. 

Young C!<ra/f.— Sinful to Hunt? Oh dear no ! I do not hunt now, because certain Members of my Flock might take excep- 
tion TO it, and think I NEGLECTED MY PARISH. 

Miss Gallopade. — Bur, suppose the Hounds were to cross this Lane "Full Cry,"' could you withstand the Temptation? 
Young C— Well, I'm afraid then my conscience would not be the most For.midable Obstacle I should have to negotiate. 




"A CHOPPY SEA." 

Seafaring Gent {who has been imbibing too freely of mixed "iumping powiiers"). — AWFOL SHOPPY SHEE. MUSHT CLING TO main-masht, OR 
WASHT OVERBOARDSHT. 

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Having been obliged, owing to the violence of the storm, to relinquish his hold of the main-mast our sea-faring friend WAS -washed overboard, but 
rescued ly Landlubbers, who conveyed him home in an Agricultural Cart, 'which he imagined ivas the life-boat, and tried to impress upon the driver 
that "VESHEL MUSHT be shaved — VAL-BLE CARGO ABOARDSH. WhYSHNOT DISHPLAY SHIGNALS OF DiSHTRESH ? " 




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STILL IN THE SHAFTS. 

A/r. Longfoot [to disagreeable friend, who has tried to destroy the reptitation of his new Horse).— YOV SAID HE WOULD NEVER MAKE A HuNTER, 
AND THAT HE WAS ONLY ITT FOR HARNESS. WHY, HE CARRIES ME SPLENDIDLY ! 

Disagreeable Friend.— y^S, NO DOUUT he carries you WELL; HE sees those FEET OF yours, AND THINKS he's still in THE SHAFTS. 










A VERY OLD AND CURIOUS VINTAGE. 

First " Old Varmint."— TnW TELL ME YOU ARE THE OLDEST FOXHUNTER GOING? NoW, I DON't THINK YOU ARE; I HAVE HUNTED WITH 
THE H SIXTY-FIVE YEARS. 

Second Z>itto.—\VH\T Vintage are you? 
First Ditto.— I WAS "Shipped" in Eighteen-fifteen. 

Second Ditto —VooH ! you're a mere Boy. I was "Bottled" before Eighteen-hundred ; and if Hounds will only run to-day 
you'll find there's some "Body" in me yet. 




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EVERY MAN TO HIS TASTE. 

Time — The very last day of the Season. 
The HonouraHe Joe. — Well, Jack, it's all over now. What shall you do with yourself until the Cub-Hunting comes in? I'm 

GOING to get married, YOU KNOW, AND I SHALL TRAVEL WITH MY WiFE. 

Lord Jack. — Yes, Joe; you always were a slow going Chap. Now, /shall buy a couple of awfully smart Terriers, and go in 
FOR Ratting in Lincolnshire. There, what do you think o' that? 




AT LINCOLN APRIL FAIR. 

Poor Little Gent {about to purchase " Screw").— ^^31 SURELY there's something wrong with those Hock Joints— "Curbs," are they 

NOT? 

Dealer. — "CURBS?" LOR' BLESS YER, NO ! ThERE's WHERE All 'iS JUMPING POWER IS— PROP-HELLERS, / CALLS 'eM. 



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UP WITH THE YEOMANRY. 

Trooper SliMles (urJto has been repeatedly reprimanded by Officer for riding in advance and breaking (he line). — Oi can't help it, Squire. It's 
ALL th' hoold Mare. Hiver sin' oi lent 'er to a Chap to roide at th' Easier Munoovf.rs, she's bin that howoacious an' waliant 
01 can do nought with 'er. She weant ploo, an' she kicks t' pieces ivery blooming Cart she's put to; an' noo she weant do 
Soldiering unless she's fust. Yer'll 'ave to foind me another 'Oss by Review Day, or else mak' a Hossifer on me. 










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THE REVIEW DAY. 

Trooper Stubbles, as he appeared in the March Past before the Reviewing Officer. 
On his return home he described the exciting scene as follows : — " Th' wor th' TROOP fust, a-galloping LIKE mad; th' hould Mare second, 

A-KICKING LIKE BLAZES ; AND THEN Ol A-RUNNING AN' A-HOLLERING HOOT FOR SOME UN TO KETCH 'eR ; BUI' THEY ONLY CALLED HOOT, 'GO 

IT, Stubbles! Tak yer spurs off, an' yer'll be fust yet.'" 




"OH! WHAT A SWINDLE!" 

Chorus of Nephews and Nieces (to Stout Party on her way to the Meet of the Coachini; Clah). — Oh, AuNTiE ! You SAID YOU WERE GOING TO 
RIDE ASTRIDE, AND WE'VE ALL COME PURPOSELY TO SEE VOU. 



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MOST DISRESPECTFUL, AND 50 IRREVERENT, TOO! 

Aristocratic Old Lady (who likes to jriake her irun 6argqins).—No, HE won't do, Mr. HuGGrNs : HE has such Very Bad Action— he 

THROWS HIS TEET ABOUT SO. 

Mr. //iiffi:ins {a (ieai.r in "Screws").— Bav Hackshon} Throws his Feet about? / call it Bke-utifui. Hackshon. He goes as if— 

(wax,;s wrath as he sees the old lady won't be done)— AS, IF HE didn't CARE A FOR You OR ANY OF your Relations. Tak' 'im in, Bill; 

th' Old Gal wants a Hangel from 'Eavan for a Ten-Pun Note, an' weer to foinde 'em oi don't know.