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قراءة كتاب Horse Laughs
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HORSE:LAUGHS.
To Gilbert Dalziel, Esq.,
THE EDITOR OF “JUDY,”
THIS LITTLE BOOK OF SKETCHES IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED,
AS AN
ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF HIS KIND PERMISSION FOR ITS PUBLICATION,
AND ALSO AS A
RECOGNITION OF NUMEROUS FAVOURS RECEIVED FROM HIM ON VARIOUS OCCASIONS.
WITH THE MOST LIVELY SENTIMENTS OF RESPECT,
BY HIS MOST OBEDIENT SERVANT,
THE AUTHOR AND ARTIST.
A NICE BEGINNING OF THE SEASON!
Jovial Huntsman (turning up three-quarters of an hour late, with only two or three couple of hounds, to Master).—Fine huntinsh mornin’, shurr. ’Oundish fine condishun—thirstin’ for bloodsh—Horshish fresh—Mensh very fitsh.
QUALITY AND QUANTITY.
Noble Lord (recently married, and rather proud of his Wife).—There, Muggins! What do you think of Her Ladyship?
Muggins (a Tenant who has just been taking a prize at the Fat Stock Show).—Well, m’ Lord, I reckon she’s tuppence-’a’p’ny a pound better than any other Lady in these parts.
AN EXCUSE FOR THE FOX.
(The Fox having been repeatedly headed back into cover, the Noble Master rides up to ascertain the cause.)
Exasperated Huntsman (pointing to Old Lady, with withering contempt).—Why, my Lord, what could face that?
WELL MEANT.
Highly elated little Gent.—Now then, Miss, I’ll give yer a lead hover. Come hup, Donovan! Hin or Hover!
BOTH!
“A Double Event.”
DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE.
Awful County Magnate (to small Boy, occupying the only gap in big fence).—Come, get out of my way, you young Monkey!
Small Boy.—Who’s interfered with you, old Chawbacon? Keep to your own Line, and don’t come riding in my Pocket.
A MUSICAL HORSE.
Officious Horsey Individual (who “knows a ’orse when ’e sees ’im,” and who also “’as a hear for musick”).—Your ’Orse will soon jine the Brass Band, Sir.
Swell (unconscious of