[Illustration: "HOW IT'S DONE!"

(_Hard on Sketchley, who was there at the time and in the thick of it,
and has just had his Picture photographed._)

"OH! MR. SKETCHLEY, HOW CLEVER OF YOU TO PAINT SUCH A LARGE PICTURE
FROM SUCH A SMALL PHOTOGRAPH!"]

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LAYS OF MODERN HOME.

NO. V.--MY BUTTONS!

[Illustration]

It wasn't that he blacked the plate
And rouged the boots, and breathed, half-choking,
Half-snorting, when he leaned to wait;
Although these habits _are_ provoking.

It wasn't that he sang his fill,
Although his mouth with food was giving;
This latter, as a feat of skill,
Might have procured the lad a living.

It wasn't that he'd purchase hosts
Of squibs and sweets to mess the pantry;
That horrid boy, and broomstick-ghosts