Volo Episcopari.

Irascible LieutenantIrascible Lieutenant (down engine-room tube)."Is there a blithering idiot at the end of this tube?"Voice from Engine-room."Not at this end, sir!"

Irascible Lieutenant (down engine-room tube)."Is there a blithering idiot at the end of this tube?"

Voice from Engine-room."Not at this end, sir!"

Volo EpiscopariVolo Episcopari.Festive Middy."I say, guv'nor! I think you must rather like being Bishop here!"His Lordship."Well, my boy, I hope I do! But why do you ask?"Festive Middy."Oh, I've just been taking a walk through the city,—and Isay!—thereisan uncommonly good-looking lot o' girls about, andnomistake!"

Festive Middy."I say, guv'nor! I think you must rather like being Bishop here!"

His Lordship."Well, my boy, I hope I do! But why do you ask?"

Festive Middy."Oh, I've just been taking a walk through the city,—and Isay!—thereisan uncommonly good-looking lot o' girls about, andnomistake!"

A Nasty OneA Nasty One.Colonel Smithson (of the Poonah Marines)."By the way, my boy at Sandhurst hopes to get into your regiment some day."Little Simpson (of the Royal Hussars Green)."Aw—I—aw hope your son is up toour form!"Colonel Smithson."Your form!Dash it, he's over four feet high, anyhow!"

Colonel Smithson (of the Poonah Marines)."By the way, my boy at Sandhurst hopes to get into your regiment some day."

Little Simpson (of the Royal Hussars Green)."Aw—I—aw hope your son is up toour form!"

Colonel Smithson."Your form!Dash it, he's over four feet high, anyhow!"

A Caution.A Caution.Old Gent (with difficulty)."Now really—Oh! this dis—graceful crowding—I'm—I'm positive my gun will go off!"

Old Gent (with difficulty)."Now really—Oh! this dis—graceful crowding—I'm—I'm positive my gun will go off!"

Cheek.Cheek.(The regiment is about to "march out" with twenty rounds of "blank cartridge.")Sub-Lieutenant (of twenty-four hours' service)."Whereabouts is this pyrotechnic display of yours coming off, Colonel!!?"

(The regiment is about to "march out" with twenty rounds of "blank cartridge.")Sub-Lieutenant (of twenty-four hours' service)."Whereabouts is this pyrotechnic display of yours coming off, Colonel!!?"

Overheard at PortsmouthOverheard at Portsmouth.Jack."Well, Polly lass, if it's true as 'ow you're going to get spliced to Bill, all I 'opes is that he'll stick to you through thick and thin!"Polly."Well, 'eoughtto, Jack. 'E works in a glue factory."

Jack."Well, Polly lass, if it's true as 'ow you're going to get spliced to Bill, all I 'opes is that he'll stick to you through thick and thin!"

Polly."Well, 'eoughtto, Jack. 'E works in a glue factory."

War Office reject."Awful bore, dear old chap. War offith won't have me, thimply becauth my eyethight ith tho doothed bad!"

"Awful bore, dear old chap. War offith won't have me, thimply becauth my eyethight ith tho doothed bad!"

ARMS OF PRECISIONARMS OF PRECISIONVolunteer Subaltern (as the enemy's scout continues to advance in spite of expenditure of much "blank" ammunition)."If that infernal yeoman comes any nearer, shy stones at him, some of you!"

Volunteer Subaltern (as the enemy's scout continues to advance in spite of expenditure of much "blank" ammunition)."If that infernal yeoman comes any nearer, shy stones at him, some of you!"

A FORLORN HOPEA FORLORN HOPECaptain O'Dowd (of the firm of O'Dowd and Jones, stock-jobbers)."What'll I do now? It's beyond me jumpin' powers, an' if I wade I'll be wet to the waist."(To Private Halloran, who in civil life is a stockbroker's clerk)."Here, Halloran, I want a carry over. You do it for me, an' I'll not forget it to you, me lad."Private Halloran."Sorry I can't, Captain. You know carryin'-over day is not till the sixteenth, an' this is only the seventh!"

Captain O'Dowd (of the firm of O'Dowd and Jones, stock-jobbers)."What'll I do now? It's beyond me jumpin' powers, an' if I wade I'll be wet to the waist."(To Private Halloran, who in civil life is a stockbroker's clerk)."Here, Halloran, I want a carry over. You do it for me, an' I'll not forget it to you, me lad."

Private Halloran."Sorry I can't, Captain. You know carryin'-over day is not till the sixteenth, an' this is only the seventh!"

(By a patriotic Cockney)

ThoughI feel less at home on the bounding waveThan I do on the firm dry land,I can spin you a yarn of a right good craftThat is true-British owned and manned.The winds may blow, and the storms may beat,And the hurricanes rage and roar,But "the ship I love" on her course will holdWith the Union Jack at the fore.Fair weather or foul, she ploughs along,Leaving far astern the strand,And many a towering sister barkWe pass on the starboard hand,And, Westward ho! as we bear away!I can count stout ships galore,Abeam, in our wake, and ahead, that flyThe Union Jack at the fore.And the sight of the flag that has swept the seas,Nor ever has known disgrace,Makes even a landlubber's bosom swellWith the pride of his English race.At that gallant sight in my landsman's heartI rejoice—and rejoice still moreThat I'm only aboard of a road-car 'bus,With the Union Jack at the fore!

ThoughI feel less at home on the bounding wave

Than I do on the firm dry land,

I can spin you a yarn of a right good craft

That is true-British owned and manned.

The winds may blow, and the storms may beat,

And the hurricanes rage and roar,

But "the ship I love" on her course will hold

With the Union Jack at the fore.

Fair weather or foul, she ploughs along,Leaving far astern the strand,And many a towering sister barkWe pass on the starboard hand,And, Westward ho! as we bear away!I can count stout ships galore,Abeam, in our wake, and ahead, that flyThe Union Jack at the fore.

Fair weather or foul, she ploughs along,

Leaving far astern the strand,

And many a towering sister bark

We pass on the starboard hand,

And, Westward ho! as we bear away!

I can count stout ships galore,

Abeam, in our wake, and ahead, that fly

The Union Jack at the fore.

And the sight of the flag that has swept the seas,Nor ever has known disgrace,Makes even a landlubber's bosom swellWith the pride of his English race.At that gallant sight in my landsman's heartI rejoice—and rejoice still moreThat I'm only aboard of a road-car 'bus,With the Union Jack at the fore!

And the sight of the flag that has swept the seas,

Nor ever has known disgrace,

Makes even a landlubber's bosom swell

With the pride of his English race.

At that gallant sight in my landsman's heart

I rejoice—and rejoice still more

That I'm only aboard of a road-car 'bus,

With the Union Jack at the fore!

Used to it"Used to it!"Officer at firing-point (who thinks that it's raining)."Sergeant Mauchline, hadn't you better wear your greatcoat till it's your turn to fire?"Sergeant Mauchline (frae the "Land of Lorne")."Hoo! Nothe noo! I'll pit it on when it comes wat!"

Officer at firing-point (who thinks that it's raining)."Sergeant Mauchline, hadn't you better wear your greatcoat till it's your turn to fire?"Sergeant Mauchline (frae the "Land of Lorne")."Hoo! Nothe noo! I'll pit it on when it comes wat!"

1.Don'tgo to camp. But if you do,

2. Don't get up when revally sounds. You'll find adjutant's parade in the early morning, the very early morning, such a beastly bore, and so bad for the liver that it is far wiser to stay in the "palliasse"—(besides, hasn't your doctor often told you that it is madness to suppose you can play such tricks at your time of life?)—they can only give you a few years' imprisonment for repeated mutinous conduct, and you could doubtless petition the Home Secretary for an aggravation of your sentence.

3. Don't submit to harsh or cursory remarks from the adjutant. Do answer him back. You know quite well that in private life you would not put up with his hasty, ill-considered and offensive language, nor permit him to hector you because your collar was not clean, and if youhavecome on parade without cleaning your belt or rifle, what right has he to say that it makes him furious? Do point out to him how absurd it is to expect suchminute attention to discipline on the part of so intelligent a volunteer as yourself.

4. Don't overtax your strength or weaken your heart by "doubling" up impossible hills, merely because the colonel (on a horse) thinks it looks pretty. Of course you would be perfectly ready to do anything that was necessary, but how can the empire's safety depend upon your losing your wind, when the enemy are some of your oldest friends, with a handkerchief tied round their sleeves?

5. Do insist upon having hot water to shave with, and an extra blanket when the nights get chilly. Very probably the captain of your company would turn out of his bed and take your palliasse if you asked him nicely.

6. Don't do any menial or degrading work, such as cleaning cooking utensils or greasing your own boots. The Government ought to know that gentlemen can't be expected to do that kind of work, and should provide an efficient staff of servants.

7. Don't do anything you would rather not.

8. Do set all military discipline at defiance. You probably know much better than your officers.

9. Don't blame me if you find yourself in prison.

10. Do make a stern resolution never to come to camp again.

11. Don't keep it.

(Compiled by an evil-minded enthusiast)

The shooting could not be more satisfactorybutfor the customary "accident."

Everyone would make a "bull"butfor the haze and the shiftiness of the wind.

The catering is in every way excellent,butheavy meals scarcely assist in getting on the target.

It is delightful to entertain visitors—especially ladies—at the camp,butchampagne-cup and provisions generally run into money.

It is healthy to sleep under canvas,butwhen the thermometer marks ninety in the shade or the rain pours down in torrents a bed in an inn is preferable.

Bisley is a beautiful place,butWoking cemetery is a dismal neighbour.

Distinctly it is nobly patriotic to spend a fortnight with the N. R. A., in the cause of the fatherland,butis it quite worth the trouble?

Bring out my chargerSwagger Yeomanry Officer."Bring out my charger."Job-master's Foreman."Very sorry, sir, but e's just gorn to a funeral!"

Swagger Yeomanry Officer."Bring out my charger."

Job-master's Foreman."Very sorry, sir, but e's just gorn to a funeral!"

Report on subalternHe always wondered Himself.(Scene—General Inspection of Volunteer Battalion. Lieut. Tompkins—excellent fellow, but poor soldier—called out to show the General and British public what he knows.)General."Now, sir, you now have the battalion in quarter column facing south. How would you get into line, in the quickest possible way, facing north-east?"Tompkins (after much fruitless consideration)."Well, sir, do you know, that's always what I've wondered."[Report on subaltern officers—bad.

(Scene—General Inspection of Volunteer Battalion. Lieut. Tompkins—excellent fellow, but poor soldier—called out to show the General and British public what he knows.)

General."Now, sir, you now have the battalion in quarter column facing south. How would you get into line, in the quickest possible way, facing north-east?"

Tompkins (after much fruitless consideration)."Well, sir, do you know, that's always what I've wondered."

[Report on subaltern officers—bad.

Kill your grandmotherFirst Miserable Sub (left at the depot)."I can't think, for the life of me, what excuse for two days' leave I'm to give the C. O. I've already weighed in with every one I can think of."Second M. S."Easy enough, old chap. Kill your grandmother."First M. S."Can't, dear boy. I'm keeping her for the Derby!"

First Miserable Sub (left at the depot)."I can't think, for the life of me, what excuse for two days' leave I'm to give the C. O. I've already weighed in with every one I can think of."

Second M. S."Easy enough, old chap. Kill your grandmother."

First M. S."Can't, dear boy. I'm keeping her for the Derby!"

Slap your leg"The Way we had in the Army."(1877).Colonel (of the pre-examination period—to studious sub)."I say, youngster, you'll never make a soldier if you don't mind what you're about!"Sub (mildly)."I should be sorry to think that, sir!"Colonel."I saw you sneaking up the High Street yesterday, looking like a Methodist parson in reduced circumstances!—Hold up your head, sir! Buy a stick, sir! Slap your leg, sir! And stare at the girls at the windows!"

Colonel (of the pre-examination period—to studious sub)."I say, youngster, you'll never make a soldier if you don't mind what you're about!"

Sub (mildly)."I should be sorry to think that, sir!"

Colonel."I saw you sneaking up the High Street yesterday, looking like a Methodist parson in reduced circumstances!—Hold up your head, sir! Buy a stick, sir! Slap your leg, sir! And stare at the girls at the windows!"

cleaning that rifle"The 'orrid mess master made my kitching in, and hisself too, a-cleaning that there dratted rifle, after he'd been a booviackin' in the park!"

"The 'orrid mess master made my kitching in, and hisself too, a-cleaning that there dratted rifle, after he'd been a booviackin' in the park!"

A DilemmaA Dilemma.Auxiliary Recruit (to himself)."Murder! Murder! What'll I do now? 'Drill-sarjint tould me always to salute me officer with the far-off hand, and here's two iv 'em! Faix, I'll make it straight for meself anyhow!"[Throws up both hands.

Auxiliary Recruit (to himself)."Murder! Murder! What'll I do now? 'Drill-sarjint tould me always to salute me officer with the far-off hand, and here's two iv 'em! Faix, I'll make it straight for meself anyhow!"

[Throws up both hands.

Off"Off!"Sergeant O'Leary."Double! Left! Right! What the blazes, Pat Rooney, d'ye mane by not doublin' wid the squad?"Pat."Shure, sergeant, 'twasn't a fair start"!

Sergeant O'Leary."Double! Left! Right! What the blazes, Pat Rooney, d'ye mane by not doublin' wid the squad?"

Pat."Shure, sergeant, 'twasn't a fair start"!

Lucus a Non"Lucus a Non,"&c.(Aiming drill.)Musketry Instructor."Now, then! How do you 'xpect to see the hobject haimed at, if you don't keep your heye closed?"

(Aiming drill.)

Musketry Instructor."Now, then! How do you 'xpect to see the hobject haimed at, if you don't keep your heye closed?"

You surrenderOur Manœuvres.Captain of Skirmishers (rushing in to seize picket sentries of the enemy)."Hullo! He-ar! You surrender to this company!"Opposition Lance-Corporal."Beg pardon, sir! It's the other way, sir. We're a brigade, sir!!!"

Captain of Skirmishers (rushing in to seize picket sentries of the enemy)."Hullo! He-ar! You surrender to this company!"

Opposition Lance-Corporal."Beg pardon, sir! It's the other way, sir. We're a brigade, sir!!!"

Military ArdourMilitary Ardour.Sentry (with mixed ideas of manual and platoon)."Gar'd t'n out!"Commandant."Bless you, sir, what are you about?"Sentry."Shure, I'm waitin' for the worr'd foire!"[Extract from Field Exercise or Red Book, pocket edition, page 356:—Sentries paying compliments:"To field officers he willpresentarms."

Sentry (with mixed ideas of manual and platoon)."Gar'd t'n out!"

Commandant."Bless you, sir, what are you about?"

Sentry."Shure, I'm waitin' for the worr'd foire!"

[Extract from Field Exercise or Red Book, pocket edition, page 356:—Sentries paying compliments:"To field officers he willpresentarms."

Volunteer TacticsVolunteer Tactics at our Autumn Manœuvres.Captain Wilkinson (excitedly, to Major Walker, of the firm of Wilkinson, Walker, & Co., Auctioneers and Estate Agents)."Don't you think we'd better bring our right wing round to attack the enemy's flank, so as to prevent their occupying those empty houses we have to let in Barker's Lane?"

Captain Wilkinson (excitedly, to Major Walker, of the firm of Wilkinson, Walker, & Co., Auctioneers and Estate Agents)."Don't you think we'd better bring our right wing round to attack the enemy's flank, so as to prevent their occupying those empty houses we have to let in Barker's Lane?"

A PoserA Poser.Sergeant-Major."Now, Private Smith, you know very well none but officers and non-commissioned officers are allowed to walk across this grass!"Private Smith."But, sergeant-major, I've Captain Graham's verbal orders to——"Sergeant-Major."None o' that, sir! Show me the captain's verbal orders! Show'm to me, sir!!"

Sergeant-Major."Now, Private Smith, you know very well none but officers and non-commissioned officers are allowed to walk across this grass!"

Private Smith."But, sergeant-major, I've Captain Graham's verbal orders to——"

Sergeant-Major."None o' that, sir! Show me the captain's verbal orders! Show'm to me, sir!!"

Follow my Leader"Follow my Leader!"Captain Barble (East Suffolkshire R. V.) going to drill, has occasion to pass a certain window for reasons best known to himself. A vague idea possesses him that something is wrong somehow, or what should create such amusement on this occasion!

Captain Barble (East Suffolkshire R. V.) going to drill, has occasion to pass a certain window for reasons best known to himself. A vague idea possesses him that something is wrong somehow, or what should create such amusement on this occasion!

IIIHOW IT SHOULD NOT BE DONE

Interior of a dreary room in the War Office. A tired-looking young officer, in mufti, sits at a table with great piles of papers, each bundle tied with red tape and ticketed with labels of different colours, on one side of it ready to his hand. Another pile of papers, which he has already dealt with, is on the other side of the table. He is an official and has many letters, the first two being D. A. after his name. The gas has just been lighted. A clerk brings in another fat bundle of papers.

The Officer (patting the smaller pile on the table).These can go on, Smithers. That question of sardine-openers must go back to the commissariat, and the General commanding the Central District must be authorised to deal on his own responsibility with the matter of the fierce bull in thefield where the recruits bathe. What have you got there?

The Clerk.It is the correspondence, sir, relative to that false tooth requisitioned for by the officer commanding the Rutlandshire Regiment for the first cornet of the band. The Medical Department sent it back to us this morning, and there is another letter in from the Colonel, protesting against his regiment being forced to go route marching to an imperfect musical accompaniment.

The Officer (groaning).I thought we had got rid of that matter at last by sending it to the doctors.

The Clerk.No, sir. The Surgeon-General has decided that "one tooth, false, with gold attachment," cannot be considered a medical comfort.

The Officer (taking a précis from the top of the papers).I suppose we must go into the matter again. It began with the letter from the Colonel to the General?

The Clerk.Yes, sir, here it is. The O. C. the Rutland Regiment has the honour to report that the first cornet player in the band has lost atooth, and as the band has become inefficient in the playing of marching music in consequence, he requests that a false tooth may be supplied at Government expense.

The Officer.And the General, of course, replied in the usual formula that he had no fund available for such purpose.

The Clerk.Yes, sir; but suggested that the regimental band fund might be drawn on.

The Officer.Where is the Colonel's letter in reply. (It is handed to him.) Ah, yes. Band fund is established, he writes, for purchase of musical instruments and music, and not for repair of incomplete bandsmen, and refuses to authorise expense, except under order from the Commander-in-Chief.

The Clerk.The General sends this on to us with a remark as to the Colonel's temper.

The Officer.And we pass it to the Quarter-Master-General's people, suggesting that under certain circumstances a false tooth might be considered a "necessary," and a free issue made.

The Clerk.A very long memo, on the subject, in reply, from the Q.-M.-G., sir. He points outthat though, under exceptional circumstances, a pair of spectacles might be held to be a sight-protector, a false tooth could not be held to be either a fork, a spoon, a shaving-brush, a razor, or even an oil bottle.

The Officer.We wrote back suggesting that it might pass as a "jag"—our little joke.

The Clerk.Yourlittle joke, sir. The Q.-M.-G.'s people didn't see it.

The Officer.No? Then the correspondence goes on to the Ordnance Department, with a suggestion that a false tooth might be considered an arm or an accoutrement.

The Clerk.The Director-General replies, sir, that in the early days of the British Army, when the Army Clothing Department's sole issue was a supply of woad, a tooth, or indeed a nail, might have reasonably been indented for as a weapon, but that, owing to the introduction and perfection of fire-arms, such weapons are now obsolete and cannot be issued.

The Officer.And now the Medical Service refuse to help us.

The Clerk.Yes, sir. They cannot bring thefixing of it under the head of surgical operations, and the Surgeon-General points out very justly, if I may be permitted to say so, sir, that a seal-pattern false tooth could hardly be considered a "medical comfort."

The Officer.What are we to do? The Colonel of the regiment is evidently furious.

The Clerk.We might send the correspondence to the Inspector of Iron Structures. He may be able to do or suggest something.

The Officer.Very well; and will you send off this telegram to my wife saying I have a long evening's work before me, and that I shall not be able to get back to dinner to-night? (Exit the Clerk.) Whenever will they trust a General Commanding a District to spend for the public good on his own responsibility a sum as large as a schoolboy's allowance, and so take some of the unnecessary work off our shoulders?

[He tackles wearily another file of papers.

Under CoverUnder Cover."So glad to see you, Mrs. Bamsby! And how is your dear husband? Whereisthe Colonel? I was only saying the other day, 'I wonder when I shall see Colonel Bamsby!'"Mrs. Colonel B."You'll see himnow, my dear if I just step aside, or you walk round me."

"So glad to see you, Mrs. Bamsby! And how is your dear husband? Whereisthe Colonel? I was only saying the other day, 'I wonder when I shall see Colonel Bamsby!'"

Mrs. Colonel B."You'll see himnow, my dear if I just step aside, or you walk round me."

fall back slowlyEaster Manœuvres.Adjutant."Your orders are that when you are attacked, Captain Slasher, you are to fall back slowly."Capt. Slasher."In which direction am I to retire, sir?"Adjutant."Well, the proper way, of course, would be over that hill, but—they intend to have lunch behind that farmhouse in the valley."

Adjutant."Your orders are that when you are attacked, Captain Slasher, you are to fall back slowly."

Capt. Slasher."In which direction am I to retire, sir?"

Adjutant."Well, the proper way, of course, would be over that hill, but—they intend to have lunch behind that farmhouse in the valley."

Synonymous"Synonymous."Instructor."Now, I've explained the different 'sights,' you, Private Dumpy, tell me what a fine 'sight' is. Describe it as well as you can——"Private Dumpy."A fine sight, sir? A fine sight—(pondering)—'s a magnificen' spe'tacle, sir!!"

Instructor."Now, I've explained the different 'sights,' you, Private Dumpy, tell me what a fine 'sight' is. Describe it as well as you can——"

Private Dumpy."A fine sight, sir? A fine sight—(pondering)—'s a magnificen' spe'tacle, sir!!"

Can I do anythingVOLUNTEER MANŒUVRESSergeant."Can I do anything for you, captain?"Captain."Why, thanky, sergeant. If you wouldn't mind giving my other leg a hitch over!"

Sergeant."Can I do anything for you, captain?"

Captain."Why, thanky, sergeant. If you wouldn't mind giving my other leg a hitch over!"

MULTUM IN PARVOMULTUM IN PARVOInspecting Officer."How is it your khaki is so much too small?"Stout Yeoman."It do seem a bit skimpy, sur. But tailor says as how I'm bound to grow a 'eap smaller on hactive service, an' 'e's allowin' for shrinkage."

Inspecting Officer."How is it your khaki is so much too small?"

Stout Yeoman."It do seem a bit skimpy, sur. But tailor says as how I'm bound to grow a 'eap smaller on hactive service, an' 'e's allowin' for shrinkage."

Le Pantalon.—Haul upon the starboard tack and let the other craft pass—then bear up and get your head on the other tack—regain your berth on the port tack—back and fill with your partner and boxhaul her—wear round twice against the sun in company with the opposite craft, then your own—afterwards boxhaul her again and bring her up.

L'ete.—Shoot ahead about two fathoms till you nearly come stem on with the other craft under weigh—then make a stern board to your berth and side out for a bend, first to starboard, then to port—make sail and pass the opposite craft—then get your head round on the other tack—another side to starboard and port—then make sail to regain your berth—wear round, back and fill and boxhaul your partner.

La Poule.—Heave ahead and pass your adversary yard-arm to yard-arm—regain your berth on the other tack in the same order—take your station in a line with your partner—back andfill—fall on your heel and bring up with your partner—she then manœuvres ahead and heaves all aback, fills and shoots ahead again and pays off alongside—you then make sail in company, till nearly stem on with the other line—make a stern board and cast her off to shift for herself—regain your berth in the best means possible, and let go your anchor.

La Trenise.—Wear round as before against the sun twice, boxhaul the lady, and range up alongside her, and make sail in company—when half-way across to the other shore drop astern with the tide—shoot ahead again and cast off the tow—now back and fix as before and boxhaul her and yourself into your berth, and bring up.

La Pastorale.—Shoot ahead alongside your partner, then make a stern board—again make all sail over to the other coast—let go the hawser, and pay off into your own berth and take a turn—the three craft opposite range up abreast towards you twice, and back astern again—now manœuvre any rig you like, only under easy sail, as it is always "light winds" (zephyrs) in this passage—as soon as you see their helms down, haul round incompany with them on port tack—then make all sail with your partner into your own berth, and bring up.

La Finale.—Wear round to starboard, passing under your partner's bows—sight the catheads of craft on your starboard bow—then make sail into your own berth—your partner passing athwart your bows—now proceed according to the second order of sailing—to complete the evolutions shoot ahead and back astern twice, in company with the whole squadron, in the circular order of sailing.

BRITISH GRENADIERWHAT THE "BRITISH GRENADIER" IS INEVITABLY COMING TO

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Pericles,Of Hector and Lysander, and such old guys as these;But of all the horrid objects, the "wust" I do declare,Is the Prusso-Russo-Belgo-Gallo-British Grenadier.

Some talk of Alexander, and some of Pericles,

Of Hector and Lysander, and such old guys as these;

But of all the horrid objects, the "wust" I do declare,

Is the Prusso-Russo-Belgo-Gallo-British Grenadier.

Reserve Forces"The Reserve Forces."Militia Officer."Augh!—a new man. Ah—'ve you been in 'service before?"Recruit."Yes, sir."Officer."Augh—what regiment?"Recruit."Mrs. Wiggins's coachman, sir!!"

Militia Officer."Augh!—a new man. Ah—'ve you been in 'service before?"

Recruit."Yes, sir."

Officer."Augh—what regiment?"

Recruit."Mrs. Wiggins's coachman, sir!!"

Mr. P with umbrella

BRADBURY, AGNEW, & CO. LD., PRINTERS, LONDON AND TONBRIDGE

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