Punch, or the London Charivari

and Supper-room, and the festivity has been further increased by the arrival of a party of Low Comedians and Music-Hall Stars. The Lancers have been danced with more abandonment, and several entirely new and original figures._

The Chevalier Bayard (_at the Refreshment Bar--to a Watteau Shepherdess_). I say, you come along and dance with me, will you?--and look here, if you dance well, I'll give you a drink when it's over. If you don t dance to please me, you'll get nothing. See?

The Watteau Shepherdess (_with delicate disdain_). 'Ere, you go along, you silly ass!

[_Hits him with her crook._

A Gentleman who has obviously supped (_catching hold of a passing Acquaintance, whose hand he wrings affectionately_). Dear ole HUGHIE! don't go away just yet. Shtop an' talk with me. Got lotsh er things say to you, dear ole boy--mosh 'portant things! Shure you, you're the on'y man in the wide world I ever kicked a care--cared a kick about. Don't you leav