[Illustration: A BUCKJUMPERISH SENSATION.

[It is rumoured that some of BUFFALO BILL's Broncos have been
bought by the Cab Proprietors of London.]

_Cabby._ "SIT STILL, SIR! THIS AIN'T NOTHIN' TO WOT 'E _CAN_ DO.
YOU'LL SEE 'IM TURN 'EAD OVER 'EELS PRESENTLY!"]

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A QUESTION OF POLICE;

_OR, WHAT IT MAY COME TO._

SCENE--_Trafalgar Square just before sunset. Police in
abundance; number of Processionists in various parts of the
open space seen to be dispersing._

_Police Inspector._ Now, my good friends, I am going to be as polite
as possible, but I must obey the regulations of the Commissioners of
Her Majesty's Works and Public Buildings. And I say you cannot speak,
because you have not given proper notice to the authorities.

_First Orator._ But I have--I tell you I wrote to the Commissioner
four days ago.

_Pol. In._ Oh, did you? Then that of course alters the case. What are
you, Sir?

_First Or._ I am the "Friends of the Horny Hands of Labour."