As but a half-disguised patrician,
But--shame to him who evil thinks!

[_Left posturing complacently._

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[Illustration: SOMETHING LIKE A MOUNT.

_Sportsman_ (_with gun_). "HILLO, ALGIE, BEEN CUB-HUNTING? HOW DOES
THE YOUNG 'UN GO?"

_Algie_. "SPLENDIDLY, OLD FELLOW, SPLENDIDLY! NEVER CARRIED SO WELL
IN MY LIFE! GOT CLEAN AWAY WITH ME AS SOON AS THEY FOUND,--COULDN'T
HOLD HIM A BIT--BOLD AS A LION, NOTHING STOPS HIM,--WENT SLICK
THROUGH A FLIGHT O' FAIR-HOLED POSTS AND RAILS, SMASHED A GATE INTO
MATCHWOOD,--TWENTY MINUTES STRAIGHT AS THE CROW FLIES THROUGH AND OVER
EVERYTHING,--AND, HANG ME, IF HE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN GOING YET, IF HE
HADN'T PUT HIS FOOT INTO A RABBIT-HOLE CROSSING CRUMPLER COMMON, AND
COME A REGULAR CROWNER. DON'T KNOW WHERE THE DEUCE THE HOUNDS WENT TO!
HAD A GLORIOUS GALLOP, THOUGH, ALL TO MYSELF!"]

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THE COUNTY-COUNCILLOR'S DIARY.

(_A FEW YEARS HENCE._)

_Monday_.--To-day's meeting of the Council rather stormy. The
Council's Clerk of the Works, who superintends the fifty thousand