as he used to be."_

_The Reckless Rough_. Now then, I'm on 'ere. Clear the way, all
of yer! Parties must look out fur theirselves when they see _me_ a
comin', I carn't stop fur nobody!

[_Rushes round the ring at a tremendous pace._

_An Admiring Sweeper_ (_following his movements with enthusiasm_).
Theer he goes--the Ornimental Skyter! Look at 'im a buzzin' round!
Lor, it's a treat to see 'im bowlin' 'em all over like a lot er
bloomin' ninepins! Go it, ole FRANKY, my son--don't you stop to
apollergise!... Ah, there he goes on his nut agen! _'E_ don't care,
not _'e_!... Orf he goes agin!... That's _another_ on 'em down, and
ole FRANKY atop--'e'll 'ave the ring all to isself presently! Up
agin! Oh, ain't he _lovely_! I never see his loike afore nowheres
... _Round_ yer go--that's the stoyle! My eyes, if he ain't upset
another--a lydy this time--she's done _'er_ skytin fur the d'y, any
'ow! and ole FRANK knocked silly ... Well, I ain't larfed ser much in
all my life! [_He is left laughing._

* * * * *

THE CURATE TO HIS SLIPPERS.

Take, oh take those boots away
That so nearly are out-worn;
And those shoes remove, I pray--
Pumps that but induce the corn;
But my slippers bring again,