And DUNSING, the Boss at "The Crown," does yer proper. I came 'ere
a wreck;
But sulphur, sound sleep, and cool breezes, prime prog, and good
company tells;
So 'ere's bully for 'Arrygate, CHARLIE, in spite of rum baths and
bad smells.

That Fifty is nearly played out, and my slap at the Ebor went
wrong--
I'd a Yorkshire tyke's tip, too, old man; but I'm stoney, though
still "going strong"
(As _Lord Arthur_ remarks in the play), so no more at "The Crown"
I must tarry,
But if 'Arrygate wants a good word--as to 'ealth--it shall 'ave it
from

'ARRY.

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[Illustration: THE FIGHTING "FOUDROYANT."]

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[Illustration: "TWO'S COMPANY."

_Newspaper Boy_ (_suddenly, at window_). "WANT AN _OBSERVER_,
CAPTAIN?"

_Mathilde_ (_on Honeymoon Trip_). "OH, FREDDIE, DEAR! NO! NO!! _DO_