rise to it. Let me see--what shall I begin with? _I_ know--_Supper!_
She hasn't been down yet.

_His Hostess_. Oh, Mr. BOLDOVER, you're not dancing this--do be good
and take someone down to supper--those poor Chaperons are dying for
some food.

[Mr. B. takes down a Matron whose repast is protracted
through three waltzes and a set of Lancers--he comes up to
find Miss ROUNDARM gone, and the Musicians putting up their
instruments.

_Coachman at door_ (_to Linkman, as Mr. B. goes down the steps_).
That's the _lot_, JIM!

[Mr. B. walks home, wishing the Park Gates were not shut, to
as to render the Serpentine inaccessible_

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[Illustration: SHADOWING AT HENLEY REGATTA.

TOBY, M.P., TAKES AN INSTANTANEOUS PHOTOGRAPH WITH HIS DETECTIVE
CAMERA IN THE BOW OF MR. PUNCH'S BOAT, WITH THE ABOVE EXTRAORDINARY
RESULT.]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.