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iv. Omnibus Driver.--Old acquaintance. "'Ave a drop, Bill?" Driver. "Why, yer see, Jim, this 'ere young hoss has only been in 'arness once afore, and he's such a beggar to bolt, ten to one if I leave 'im he'll be a-runnin' hoff, and a smashin' into suthun. Howsoever--here--(handing reins to a timid passenger)--lay hold, sir, I'LL CHANCE IT!" v. Costermonger (to extremely genteel person).--"I say, guv'ner, give us a hist with this 'ere bilin' o' greens!" (A large hamper of market stuff.) vi. Genteel Cockney (by the seaside).--Blanche. "How grand, how solemn, dear Frederick, this is! I really think the ocean is more beautiful under this aspect than under any other!" Frederick.--"H'm--ah! Per-waps. By the way, Blanche, there's a fella shwimping. S'pose we ask him if he can get us some pwawns for breakfast to-mowaw mawning?" vii. Stuck-up Cockney.--(Small Swell enters a tailor's shop.) "A--Brown, A--want some more coats!" Snip. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. How many would you please to want?" Small Swell. "A--let me see; A--ll have eight. A--no, I'll have nine; and look here! A--shall want some trousers." Snip. "Yes, sir, thank you, sir. How many would you like?" Small Swell.--"A--don't know exactly. S'pose we say twenty-four pairs; and look here! Show me some patterns that won't be worn by any snobs!" viii. Cockney Flunkey,--(Country Footman meekly inquires of London Footman)--"Pray, sir, what do you think of our town? A nice place, ain't it" London Footman (condescendingly). "Vell, Joseph, I likes your town well enough. It's clean: your streets are hairy; and you have lots of rewins. But I don't like your champagne, it's all gewsberry!"