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OUR YOTTING YORICK.

and violent expressions, it occurred to me, "Hang it all! they take me for a Jew!" Never was so alarmed. With great presence of mind I pointed to my nose-they saw the point at once. Then

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DEAR EDITOR, How can I send you "a sketch of anything I see," when I the pair of them haven't seen anything for the last twenty-four hours. Impossible! | marched me utterly impossible! You simply want me to do impossibilities, and ("to Siberia," I am only mortal. Voilà! I don't complain; I only say I can't thinks I and I draw what I don't see; and as to sending funny sketches when it's wondered how far raining in torrents, and been doing so for the last forty-eight hours we should have to three minutes and twenty-one and a-half seconds, I'm-well, I can't walk!) to the -simplement. Torrents of rain. Anyone can draw water-but courtyard, where I

Droschki-Driver.

draw rain! Yes, when on horseback, I can had entered, and
draw rein. Good that, "when you come to then passed me
think of it,"-considering that I'm 1900 through the gate on
miles from an English joke, so that this you to the road again.
may say is far-fetched, only 'tisn't fetched Then I fled to the
at all, as I send it. Think I've left out an yacht!! Away!
"0," and it's 19,000. It seems like it. Here Away!
we are in Petersburg. Mist's cleared off.
We're anchored close to Winter Palace, and
I've just seen a droschki-driver, whom I
sketch. Not unlike old toy Noah's-Ark
man, eh? Something humorous at last,
thank Heaven! But did I come 1900 miles
to see this? Well, "Neva no more!"

Mister Skipper says I ought to go to the
Petershoff All very well to say so, but
where is Peter, and how far is he "hoff"?
That's humorous, I think, eh? You told
me to go and "pick up bits of Russian life,"
and so I'm going to do it at the risk of my
own, I feel sure, for I never saw such chaps
as these soldiers, six feet three at the least,
every man Jackski of 'em, and broad out of
all proportion. However, I'll go on shore,
and try to get some fun out of the Russians,
if there's any in them. If I'm caught
making fun of these soldiers, I shouldn't have a word to say for
myself! The Skipper says that he's heard that the persecution of
the Jews has just begun again. Cruel shame, but I daren't say this
aloud, in case anyone should understand just that amount of English.
and then-whoopski!-the knout and Siberia! So I'll say "nowt."
Really humorous that, I'm sure, and 19,000 miles from England.
To-day-I don't know what to-day is, having lost all count of
time is a great day with the Russians. I don't understand one
word they say, and as to reading their letters-I mean the letters
of their alphabet-that is if they've got one, which I very much
doubt,-why I might as well be a blind man for all I can make out.
Somehow I rather think that it's the Emperor's birthday, Guns and
bells all over the place. Guns going off, bells going on. Tremendous
crowds everywhere. "I am never so lonely," as somebody said, "as
when I'm in a crowd." That's just what I feel, especially when
the crowd doesn't talk a single word of English.
The Russians are not ill-favoured but ill-
flavoured, that is, in a crowd. I cheered with
them, "Hiphiphurrahski! Hipski! Hurrah-
ski!" What I was cheering at I don't know,
but I like to be in it, and when at Petersburg
do as the Petersburgians do.

Having strayed away from our yachting party, or yachting party having strayed away from me, I found myself (they didn't find me though; they have been finding me in wittles and drink during the whole of the voyage,humorous again, eh? It's in me, only there's a depression in the Baltic. Why call it Baltic ? Nobody on board knows) outside the fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul. I daresay there's some legend about their having built it, but, as I remarked before, my knowledge of the Russian tongue is limited to what I get dried for breakfast, and that doesn't go far when there are many more than myself alongside the festive board-and so I couldn't get any explanation. But I managed to sneak inside the fortress-and then,-lost my way!!! Couldn't get out. "If you want to know your way, ask a Policeman" in London, and, in St. Petersburg, ask a Bobbiski. Here's one with a sword at least, I think he's one. I said, "Please, Sir, which way ?" Then I tried him with French-"Où est," says I, le chemin pour aller out of (I couldn't remember the French for out of") cette confounded fortress?" He wouldn't understand me. I tipped him a wink-I tipped him a two-shilling piece. It wasn't enough I suppose, as he called another fellow. The other chap came up,-what he was I don't know-but suddenly, from their awful manner, their frowns,

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Policeman.

Never will I venture out of the yacht again, until I can do so safely. Expect me back soon. Ah, what an escape!-to think I might have languished for the best of my days in irons or in the mines out in Siberia, like Rip Van Winkle,

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or the Prisoner of "Suddenly from their awful manner, their frowns,
Chillon, who dug and violent expressions, it occurred to me, Hang it
himself out with all! They take me for a Jew!'"-Extract from Letter
his nails (when Ifrom Our Yotting Yorick.
was a boy I remember it, and tried to do it in the garden), and came
up with a long beard when everyone was dead and gone. I may return
as a stowaway, but anyhow expect me, and prepare the fatted
cutlet. That's humorous, isn't it, eh?
Yours,
19,000 miles away too! Just imagine!

JETSAM, THE Y. Y.

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THE

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Wicket-keeper. Some thought you, when you joined the team, a star, Equal, at least, to SPOFFORTH, FERRIS, TURNER,

Yet sometimes you have bowled like a school-learne".

Bowler. That's most discouraging! Come now, I say,
You know that every Cricketer has "his day,"
Whilst the best bat or trundler may be stuck.
And, though he try his best, be "out of luck."
Ask W. G. himself! Early this season
He couldn't score, for no apparent reason.
Now look at him! Almost as good as ever!

Wicket-keeper. Well, ye-e-s! But you were thought so jolly clever.
To me it seems 'tis your idea of Cricket

To smash the wicket-keeper-not the wicket.

Look at my hands! They're mostly good to cover me;
With you, by Jingo, I need pads all over me!

Bowler. Oh, well, you know, fast bowling, with a break,
Not every wicket-keeper's game to take.
You are not quite a SHERWIN or a WOOD,
Or even a MCGREGOR. You're no good
At bowling that has real "devil" in it.

Wicket-keeper. The - dickens I am not! Just wait a minute!
I have stood up to GRANDOLPH at his wildest,

You know his pitch and pace; not quite the mildest,
Scarce equal, certainly, to "demon" DIZZY,
But when he's on the spot he keeps one busy.
It's not your "devil," JOKIM, that I dread;
That's easy, when you're "bowling with your head,"
But when you sling them in, as you've done lately,
Swift but not straight, why, then you vex me greatly.
Your pet fast bumpy ones, wide of the wicket,
Perhaps look showy, but they are not Cricket.
Bowler. Oh, bother! You're the crossest of old frumps.
Why, bless you, SMITH, I stood behind the stumps
Long before you put gloves on!
Wicket-keeper.

I dare say,
But when we took you in our team to play

'Twas for your bowling.

don't want to scoff

At chance bad luck, but you have not come off!
Now, BALFOUR doesn't give "no balls" and "wides,"
Or make it hot for knuckles, shins, and sides,
As you've been doing lately. "Extras" mount
When you are bowling, and your blunders count
To our opponents,-not to mention me.
Although two broken fingers, a bruised knee,
A chin knocked out of shape, and one lost tooth
Are trying little items, to tell truth.

Bowler. Hang it! If you're so sweet on ARTHUR B.,
Try him next Season, but don't chivey me!
[Goes off huffily.

[don't I?

Wicket-keeper (to Umpire). I take them without flinching, Umpire,
I'll do my duty to my Team and County
As long as I've a knuckle in its place;

I have not many-look! And see my face!

No, when the game's renewed. JOKIM must try

To keep the wicket clearly in his eye,
Not the poor wicket-keeper, or you'll see
"Retired, hurt" will be the end of Me!

AN OLD RAILWAY AND A NEW LINE.

AT the last General Meeting of the L. C. & D., their Chairman made one of his best speeches. Prospects were bright, and hearts were light, just to drop into poetry. Sir E. WATKIN, alias 8. Eastern WATKIN, had some time ago been assured judicially of the fact that Folkestone meant Folkestone as clearly as Brighton means Brighton, or Ramsgate means Ramsgate, and the two great Companies were, it was hoped, soon to come to an agreement and live happily ever afterwards. Among other plans for the future, the popular and astute Chairman more than hinted that the day was not far distant when, in consequence of the increasing patronage bestowed on the improved third-class carriages, the trains of the L. C. & D. Company would be made up of first and third, and the middle class would be out of it altogether. This will be a blow to those whose travelling motto has hitherto been "In medio tutissimus ibis." But, on the other hand, if the second-class be dropped, the L. C. & D. can adopt the proud motto, "Nulli Secundus." Mr. Punch, Universal Managing Director, in charge of thousands of lines, wishes them the benefit of the omen.

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W. H. S. (Wicket-keeper). "TELL YOU WHAT IT IS, UMPIRE;-IF THE BOWLING'S GOING TO BE AS WILDNEXT INNINGS-AS THIS, I SHALL RETIRE HURT'!"

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