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be believed. The young gentlemen who dispose 

 of their superfluous wealth by selling purses full 

 of half-crowns for the ridiculously small sum of 

 eighteenpence are hard at their benevolent 

 occupation. The Indian Chief, with the White- 

 chapel accent, who breaks stones with his fist, is 

 busily employed ; and several youths in dirty 

 flannel "jerseys " are sparring with an earnest- 

 ness which brings in a plentiful harvest of coppers. 

 An indolent and languid generation has been 

 considered by the " three shies a penny " 

 fraternity, who have this year introduced the 

 idea of quietly bowling over the cocoanuts with 

 indiarubber balls, thus saving the exertion of 

 throwing heavy sticks. 



A drag laden with artists from the Italian 

 Opera is on the hiU, and the passengers are 

 seemingly endeavouring to " cast " an opera 

 appropriate to the subject, with the rider of the 

 winning horse as tenor, the trainer's daughter as 

 prima donna, the owner for bass, and an evil- 

 minded bookmaker for first baritone. The great 

 business of the day is, however, luncheon, a final 

 recapitulation of the pros and cons about the 

 favourites, a visit to the paddock, and taking 

 up of positions for the race. Nobody cares what 

 has won the first event, for on the hill the 

 respective merits of the pigeon pie and lobster 



