Mr. Samuel Shrub. 



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them Jews I " winds up Mr. Shrub, who has probably 

 been hit hard by some one or other of the fraternity at one 

 time or another. 



Such is a slight sketch of this jolly-looking Boniface, 

 who is good enough to press his hunting flask on us (with 

 something good in it, you may depend), with the remark, 

 " Nothin' like a little jumping powder, squire, is there } 

 And it's cold work standing about in a big covert, such 

 as Raddleton Wood, here, on a bad scenting day, like to- 

 day, ain't it ? " 



