Punch, or the London Charivari

[_He goes inside gloomily._

[Illustration: "Theer they are! Oh my, what a pictur'!"]

INSIDE THE SPARRING SALOON.

_The Spectators are waiting patiently around the ropes; the Professor is still on the platform, expatiating on the coming contest. JOE has found a friend whom he has entrusted with his hat and coat._

Joe (_to the Friend_). Jest kip a heye on these 'ere, will ye!

[_He hands him a huge pair of highlows._

_Prof._ (_calling in_). Fur the larst time, come outside and show yerselves, all on yer!

_The Friend._ You got to go out agin, JOE, better putt on yer coat an' 'at, not to ketch cold!

_Joe._ Ah, and I'll 'ave to 'ave they bo-oots on agen, too. (_He gets into his things in a great flurry, and hastens outside._) 'Tis enough to take th' 'art out of a man, thet 'tis!

[_More exhortations from Proprietor, until the last Spectator has been induced to enter the Saloon, whereupon the Champions return, and t