1^4 ^^- Benjamin Bobbin. 



Master Bobbin (a plebeian-looking youth just leaving 

 Harrow), and two Miss Bobbins (*' Fifty thou' down my 

 gals '11 have when they marry," their parent informs every 

 one) — in due course of time settled down in their new 

 home, and instead of the manly figure of the Colonel, 

 walking his fields, gun in hand, might now be seen the 

 vulgarly-attired Mr. Bobbin, puffing and blowing through 

 the mangold-wurzel, in search of partridges, missing every 

 shot, to the keeper's great disgust. 



About the first thing Mr. Bobbin did after his arrival 

 was to affront our friend. Lord Daisyfield, mortally. He 

 had only been out hunting once, and that was with the 

 Brookside Harriers, on which occasion the huntsman came 

 round with the cap. So being, as he said, fond of 'orses 

 and 'ounds, and wishmg to do the right thing, he penned an 

 epistle to Lord Daisyfield, enquiring if his was a sub- 

 scription pack ; or, did his huntsman come round 

 at the end of the day with his cap the same way that 

 the huntsman of the harriers did ? My lord was 

 furious of course, and never took the trouble even to answer 

 his letter, which he threw into the fire on the spot. Nothing 

 daunted, Mr. Bobbin proceeded to lay in a stableful of 

 horses, quite regardless of expense. Nothing under three 

 hundred guineas would tempt him, and the dealers giving 

 each other the '' office," some uncommon dear bargains he 

 got hold of. The swell stud-groom he got afterwards, 

 straight from Melton, when he saw the nags, expressed 

 his opinion that there were only two in the whole lot 

 worth their hay and corn. These, of course, he kept aside 

 for his own use. ^' It's no use. Tommy ; it's no use," said 

 he, one market-day at BuUerton, to his friend, Sir Charles 

 Brusher's coachman, as they were having a friendly glass 



