Sketches by Seymour — Complete

EVERYDAY SCENES. SCENE I. Sleeping Fisherman. SCENE II. A lark--early in the morning. SCENE III. The rapid march of Intellect! SCENE IV. Sally, I told my missus vot you said. SCENE V. How does it fit behind? SCENE VI. Catching-a cold. SCENE VII. This is vot you calls rowing, is it? SCENE VIII. In for it, or Trying the middle.

A DAY'S SPORT. CHAP. I. The Invitation, Outfit, and the sallying forth CHAP. II. The Death of a little Pig CHAP. III. The Sportsmen trespass on an Enclosure CHAP. IV. Shooting a Bird, and putting Shot into a Calf! CHAP. V. A Publican taking Orders. CHAP. VI. The Reckoning. CHAP. VII. A sudden Explosion

OTHER SCENES. SCENE IX. Shoot away, Bill! never mind the old woman SCENE X. I begin to think I may as well go back. SCENE XI. Mother says fishes comes from hard roes SCENE XII. Ambition. SCENE XIII. Better luck next time. SCENE XIV. Don't you be saucy, Boys. SCENE XV. Vy, Sarah, you're drunk! SCENE XVI. Lawk a'-mercy! I'm going wrong! SCENE XVII. I'm dem'd if I can ever hit 'em. SCENE XVIII. Have you read the leader in this paper SCENE XIX. An Epistle from Samuel Softly, Esq. SCENE XX. The Courtship of Mr. Wiggins. SCENE XXI. The Courtship of Mr. Wiggins.(Continued) SCENE XXII. The Itinerant Musician. SCENE XXIII. The Confessions of a Sportsman.

MISCELLANEOUS. PLATE I. THE JOLLY ANGLERS. PLATE II. THE BILL-STICKER. PLATE III. OLD FOOZLE. PLATE IV. THE "CRACK-SHOTS." No. I. PLATE V. THE "CRACK-SHOTS." No. II. PLATE VI. THE "CRACK-SHOTS." No. III. PLATE VII. DOCTOR SPRAGGS. PLATE VIII. [SCENE IX.(b)] Well, Bill, d'ye get any bites? PLATE IX. THE POUTER AND THE DRAGON. PLATE X. THE PIC-NIC. No. I. PLATE XI. THE PIC-NIC. No. II. PLATE XII. THE BUMPKIN. FRONTPIECE II. SHOOTING TITLE PAGE II. VOLUME II. PLATE XIII. [WATTY WILLIAMS AND BULL] PLATE XIV. DELICACY! PLATE XV. Now, Jem, let's shew these gals how we can row PLATE XVI. STEAMING IT TO MARGATE. PLATE XVII. PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE. No. I. PLATE XVIII. PETER SIMPLE'S FOREIGN ADVENTURE. No. II. PLATE XIX. DOBBS'S "DUCK."--A LEGEND OF HORSELYDOWN. PLATE XX. STRAWBERRIES AND CREAM. PLATE XXI. A DAY'S PLEASURE. No. I.--THE JOURNEY OUT. PLATE XXII. A DAY'S PLEASURE. No. II.--THE JOURNEY HOME. PLATE XXIII. [HAMMERING] Beside a meandering stream PLATE XXIV. PRACTICE. PLATE XXV. PRECEPT. PLATE XXVI. EXAMPLE. PLATE XXVII. A MUSICAL FESTIVAL. PLATE XXVIII. THE EATING HOUSE. PLATE XXIX. [SCENE X.(b)] This is a werry lonely spot, Sir PLATE XXX. GONE! PLATE XXXI. THE PRACTICAL JOKER. No. I. PLATE XXXII. THE PRACTICAL JOKER. No. II. PLATE XXXIII. FISHING FOR WHITING AT MARGATE.

ANDREW MULLINS.--AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY. CHAP. I. Introductory CHAP. II. Let the neighbors smell ve has something CHAP. III. I wou'dn't like to shoot her exactly CHAP. IV. A Situation. CHAP. V. The Stalking Horse. CHAP. VI. A Commission. CHAP. VII. The Cricket Match CHAP. VIII. The Hunter. CHAP. IX. A Row to Blackwall. CHAP. X. The Pic-Nic. CHAP. XI. The Journey Home. CHAP. XII. Monsieur Dubois. CHAP. XIII. My Talent Called into Active Service. CHAP. XIV. A Dilemma. CHAP. XV. An Old Acquaintance. CHAP. XVI. The Loss of a Friend. CHAP. XVII. Promotion.

A RIGMAROLE. PART I. "De omnibus rebus." PART II. "Acti labores Sunt jucundi" PART III. "Oderunt hilarem tristes."

AN INTERCEPTED LETTER FROM DICK SLAMMER TO HIS FRIEND SAM FLYKE. PLATE I. Dye think ve shall be in time for the hunt? PLATE II. Vat a rum chap to go over the 'edge that vay!

EVERYDAY SCENES.

SCENE I.

"Walked twenty miles over night: up before peep o' day again got a capital place; fell fast asleep; tide rose up to my knees; my hat was changed, my pockets picked, and a fish ran away with my hook; dreamt of being on a Polar expedition and having my toes frozen."

O! IZAAK WALTON!--Izaak Walton!--you have truly got me into a precious line, and I certainly deserve the rod for having, like a gudgeon, so greedily devoured the delusive bait, which you, so temptingly, threw out to catch the eye of my piscatorial inclination! I have read of right angles and obtuse angles, and, verily, begin to believe that there are also right anglers and obtuse anglers--and that I am really one of the latter class. But never more will I plant myself, like a weeping willow, upon the sedgy bank of stream or river. No!--on no account will I draw upon these banks again, with the melancholy prospect of no effects! The most 'capital place' will never tempt me to 'fish' again!

My best hat is gone: not the 'way of all beavers'--into the water--but to cover the cranium of the owner of this wretched 'tile;' and in vain shall I seek it; for 'this' and 'that' are now certainly as far as the 'poles' asunder.

My pockets, too, are picked! Yes--some clever 'artist' has drawn me while asleep!

My boots are filled with water, and my soles and heels are anything but lively or delighted. Never more will I impale ye, Gentles! on the word of a gentleman!--Henceforth, O! Hooks! I will be as dead to your attractions as if I were 'off the hooks!' and, in opposition to the maxim of Solomon, I will 'spare the rod.'

Instead of a basket of fish, lo! here's a pretty kettle of fish for the entertainment of my expectant friends--and sha'n't I be baited? as the hook said to the anger: and won't the club get up a Ballad on the occasion, and I, who have caught nothing, shall probably be made the subject of a 'catch!'

Slush! slush!--Squash! squash!

O! for a clean pair of stockings!--But, alack, what a tantalizing situation I am in!--There are osiers enough in the vicinity, but no hose to be had for love or money!

SCENE II.

A lark--early in the morning.

Two youths--and two guns appeared at early dawn in the suburbs. The youths were loaded with shooting paraphernalia and provisions, and their guns with the best Dartford gunpowder--they were also well primed for sport--and as polished as their gunbarrels, and both could boast a good 'stock' of impudence.

"Surely I heard the notes of a bird," cried one, looking up and down the street; "there it is again, by jingo!"

"It's a lark, I declare," asserted his brother sportsman.

"Lark or canary, it will be a lark if we can bring it down," replied his companion.

"Yonder it is, in that ere cage agin the wall."

"What a shame!" exclaimed the philanthropic youth,--"to imprison a warbler of the woodlands in a cage, is the very height of cruelty--liberty is the birthright of every Briton, and British bird! I would rather be shot than be confined all my life in such a narrow prison. What a mockery too is that piece of green turf, no bigger than a slop-basin. How it must aggravate the feelings of one accustomed to range the meadows."

"Miserable! I was once in a cage myself," said his chum.

"And what did they take you for?"

"Take me for?--for a 'lark.'"

"Pretty Dickey!"

"Yes, I assure you, it was all 'dickey' with me."

"And did you sing?"

"Didn't I? yes, i' faith I sang pretty small the next morning when they fined me, and let me out. An idea strikes me Suppose you climb up that post, and let out this poor bird, ey?"

"Excellent."

"And as you let him off, I'll let off my gun, and we'll see whether I can't 'bang' him in the race."

No sooner said than done: the post was quickly climbed--the door of the cage was thrown open, and the poor bird in an attempt at 'death or liberty,' met with the former.

Bang went the piece, and as soon as the curling smoke was dissipated, they sought for their prize, but in vain; the piece was discharged so close to the lark, that it was blown to atoms, and the feathers strewed the pavement.

"Bolt!" cried the freedom-giving youth, "or we shall have to pay for the lark."

"Very likely," replied the other, who had just picked up a few feathers, and a portion of the dissipated 'lark,'--"for look, if here ain't the--bill, never trust me."

SCENE III.

"You shall have the paper directly, Sir, but really the debates are so very interesting."