'PR So 9 7 ■ A) 7 ?K 5°7 7 ■ A] 7 PR 5097 .113 17 Copy 1 FRENCH'S AMERICAN DRAMA. &H &ctma Htutton. No. LXXXIV, SS3N IRISH TIGER; FARCE, IN ONE A T, BY JOHN MADISON MORTON, ESQ 4UTH0R OF «LEND ME FIVE SHILLINGS," « WEDDIN« BREAK FAST," "DOUBLE-BEDDED ROOM," ETC. TO WHICH ARE ADDED, Stage Business, AS PERFORMED AT THE AMERICAN THEATRES. NEW-YORK; SAMUEL FRENCH, 121 Nassau- Street. 9 r s 9 i IS m CO . •^ C8 £ = ^ ^ H= *- . cc ^S Sd l-S&fl^ g» ** N /-^ a: o CO .i s W .2 JZ3 ^ ^ g . frill, ts f; CjS^.C = -2 ££ = 5 5 ^"> rn >< >—■< T2 S*» ' "S. ft ? THE IRISH TIGER. SCENE. A handsomely furnished Apartment at Alderman Marrowfat's. Large folding doors, c. which when open, shows a dining room beyond, and table laid for dinner. Window, 2 e. r. h. Door, .3 E. R. h. leading to a Conservatory. Door, 2 e. l. fi. Enter Marrowfat, followed by Julia and Nancy, from r. l e. Mar. Pooh — nonsense I I tell you it's nothing but prejudice, and I'm above it. Jul, Well, but my dear papa, you must confess Mar. I tell you I won't confess anything. Yes, I will — I confess that when I take up a newspaper, and see an advertisement for a servant winding up with " No Irish need apply," I immediately find myself worked up into a state of indignation. Jul. But your own experience, papa Nan. Yes, sir : your own experience, sir. Jul. Wasn't our last coachman an Irishman, and didn't he break the horses' knees ? Nan. And nearly broke your neck into the bargain. And wasn't your last cook an Irishman? Did she ever send up a dinner thai wasn't a shame to be seen? Wasn't there always sure to be som* blunder or other ? Didn't she, at your last birthday dinner party, actually boil the saddle of mutton, and roast the pickled pork ? Mar. Well, and pray, Mistress Nancy, are you immaculate ? Nan. I don't exactly know what that means, but perhaps I'm not. Mar. I mean, do you never do anything wrong ? Didn't you in my last batch of shirts Nan. Oh, sir — [Hiding her face"] what a dreadful habit you ve got 9? calling things by their proper names, to be sure ! Mar. Pshaw ! I repeat— didn't you in my last new batch of— — Nan, Under clothing, if you please, sir. Mar. Under clothing ! Didn t you forget all the button holes ? Kan. Oh, but that was only a mistake, not a blunder 1*.*?* (A*^ Costume.— The Irish Tig**. SIR CHARLES LAVENDER — Livery frock coat, blue and white striped livery waistcoat, white leather breeches. ALDERMAN MARROWFAT— Brown body coat, gilt buttons, grey trousers and flowered double breasted waistcoat. Mr. BILBERRY — Brown dress coat, double breasted green velvet waistcoat, black trousers. PADDY RYAN — Holland strapping jacket, black and white striped livery waistcoat, leather breeches, top boots and brown fur cap. JOHN and other SERVANT — Drab pigeon breasted livery co&* and scarlet waistcoat, blue plush breeches. JULIA — White muslin dress. NANCY — Blue striped rau»Un dress and black silk apron. THE IRISH TIGER. O Mar. I tell you it was a blunder, and no mistake. However, it's no nee arguing, the thing's done. The advertisement is in the paper, and I've no doubt before the day's over, I shall have my Irish tiger. Nan. And a pretty wild beast he'll be, I'll be bound 1 Enter Bilberry, with an open newspaper in his hand, b. Bit. [ Walks up to Marrowfat, and puts the newspaper close to hi* nose.) Brother Marrowfat, is this your doing? "Marrowfat Villa. Wanted an Irish Tiger" ^ Mar. Yes, brother Bilberry, it is. Bil. Then, brother Marrowfat, you are an old simpleton. Mar. And you, brother Bilberry, are an old stupid, prejudiced blockhead ! Bil. Steady, Marrowfat, steady. But perhaps you've had no ex- perience of Irish servants? Jul. On the contrary : papa has had experience. Nan. Yes, Mr. Bilberry. Ask master who roasted the pickle pork ? Mar. Silence, every one of you, and listen to me. Bil. Listen to me first. I tell you, brother Marrowfat, you'll re- pent it. I never had but one Paddy. I agreed to give him ten pounds a year, but owing to his infernal blunders, I kicked him out of doors at the end of a fortnight, and I calculated that the young gentleman cost me rather more than twenty-three pounds, fifteen and eightpence half-penny a day 1 Damn the fellow : it puts me in a fever to talk about him. Mar. Then let's talk about something else. Bil. With all my heart. First and foremost, when am I likely to have a nephew — you a son-in-law — and you a husband ? Jul. [Pushes Bilberry.] La, uncle ! Nan. [Pushing him.'] La, Mr. Bilberry ! Bil. In other words, I want to know whether the intended match between Julia Marrowfat, of Marrowfat Villa, Middlesex, spinster,' and Sir Charles Lavender, of Lavender Park, Lincoln, baronet, still holds good, and when it is likely to come off ? Mar. Of course the match holds good. What a ridiculous ques- tion. Jul. How very absurd ! Nan. Foolish to a degree I Bil. Hold your tongue ! [To Nancy. Mar. You know as well as I do, brother Bilberry, that Sir Charles cheerfully consented to fulfil the last wish of his good old father, and my good old friend, the late baronet— -namely, to convert Julia Mar- rowfat into Lady Lavender. Bil. Yes ; but that was some years ago : the young man may hava changed his mind. Mar Brother Bilberry, you are getting unpleasant Jul. Very disagreeable ! Nan. Quite disgusting ! Bil. Hold your tongue. There would be nothing so very odd, aftei 6 THE IRISH TIGER. all, if he did change his mind. Ton forget he has never seen Julia ; and he mayn't fancy her when he does see her. Mar. Not fancy^ my Julia ? that's impossible ! Jul. Oh, quite impossible! Nan. Utterly preposterous ! Bil. Zounds, will you — {Threatens !Nanct.] Ha, ha ! Well, then, as I said before, when is the match likely to come off? I ordered a new blue coat and brass buttons for the occasion, two months ago, and as I think it's rather becoming, I want to put it on. Mar. Of that you shall judge yourself: here's a letter I received yes- terday from Sir Charles Lavender's uncle, my old friend, Omnium, the banker. Listen : [Beads.] " Dear Marrowfat — I write in great haste to inform you that my nephew, Sir Charles, has just returned from his long continental tour, as his presence is absolutely necessary at Laven- der Park. It may possibly be a day or two before you see him arrive ' on the wings of love' at Marrowfat Villa. Hoping soon to drink health and happiness to the bride and bridegroom. Believe me, xy.] Tell me when you have done. [Beads.] "I have no hesitation in pronouncing Sir Charles to be a THE IRISH TIGER. 7 genei •.<-*, high-minded, honourable young man, but, at the same Uiie, I mu U confess he has his faults." Bil. I thought as much. Mar. [Reads.] u In the first place, my dear Marrowfat, he is almost as obstinate as you are" Bil. [To him.] And you certainly are, by many degrees, the most pig-headed old man I ever met with. Mar. [Reads.] "And when he has once made his mind up to any thing, there is no moving him from his purpose." Jul. [Aside.] Then I hope he's made up his mind to marry me. Mar, [Reads.] " I therefore lose no time in communicating to you an extraordinary project that he has formed — namely, of convincing himself whether your daughter Julia really possesses those qualities of mind and person with which her family and friends have endowed her. With this intention he will present himself to you for the situa- tion of " Irish Tiger," which you have advertised as being vacant in your establishment— -but under what name I know not. Hoping you will consider this in the light of a harmless lover's frolic, and recommending our romantic young Paddy to your indulgence — I am, ud ring at gate bell] There's a ring at the gate bell ! Jul. Oh, papa, if it* should be he ! Enter John, r. d. John. Please sir, here's a young man below, as has come about th« Mtuation. 8 THE IRISH TIGER. Jul. Oh dear, dear — how my heart beats I Mar. What's his name, John ? At least, what does he call him* self ? [ Winks aside to Julle. John. Don't know exactly, sir — Paddy something or other. Mar [Aside.] Capital 1 ha, ha ! And where is he, John ? John. I've just left him in the kitchen, sir, sitting a top of th* dresser. Mar. Delicious! Jul, [Aside to John.] John, is the young man good looking? John. Tin not much of a judge, miss. He's got a nose, and don't squint, and I must say I never seed a finer carrotty wig in all my life! Jul. [Aside.] I hope it is a wig! Mar. Well, John, shew him into the drawing-room — I mean send the young rascal in here. Johit. Yes, sir. [Calling.] Here, you young Paddy, come in. [Exit E. D. Mar. S"ow, Julia, as the enemy's in sight, egad, we've no time to lose* so let's join our friends up stairs, and prepare our little plot against Sir Charles. Nancy, you stop here and receive him — but, remember, don't let him imagine we suspect anything. Kan. I won't let the Cat out of the bag, depend on't. [A loud smash heard, r. H. Mar. He's begun. Ha, ha ! Excellent— famous — come along — — [Exeunt jl. 'pushing Julia out, who tries to look off, to see who is coming John. [ Without.] There- — you've gone and done it, clumsy. . Paddy. [ Without] Clumsy, is it ? why the devil did'nt you tell me the tay things was there \ Enter Paddy Hyan, b. d. with a large broken teapot in one hand, and a stick with a bundle hanging on it, over the other. Paddy. [Speaking off.] Ye needn't be after making such a shilla- ballo about it ! The crockery's not yours, so hold your stupid old tongue, and pick up the bits. Here's the tay pot ! [Flings it off, r. d.- — looks about him, without seeing JSancy.] Please your honor — the master's not here 1 [Very loud.] I hope you're not after changing your clothes on my account, sir — if ye are, take your time — don't hurry — I can make myself comfortable here till you can wait upon me. [Sits in a large arm chair, and jumps up again immediately.] What the devil's the matter with the chair ? there's something keeps bobbing up and down, inside the cushion. Nan. [Aside.] How well he does it, to be sure ! What clever chape these baronets are ! I declare it's as good as a play. That's an easy chair, young man. Paddy. Is it ? then for an aisy chair, it's a mighty difficult one to sit down upon! [Aside.] The young missuss's young woman, I sup- pose. Come here, my beautiful darling ! [Beckons her. Nan. [Aside.] " My beautiful darling 1" There's no mistaking a gentleman, though he is dressed up as a groom. Paddy. Don't be shy — sit down— perhaps ye'd like the aisy chair THE IRISH TIGER. 9 Nan. No, I thank you Sir Ch — I mean Mr. Paddy. Paddy. That's my name, sure enough. Paddy Ryan, Esq., of KiJ- nbrallaghan, country Tip — and what might be your name \ Nan. Nancy. Paddy. Well, then, Nancy, darling — I suppose you guess as how Tm come here for the situation as wants filling up. Nan. Oh, yes, Sir Ch — Mr. Paddy. You mean the Irish Tiger's place ? Paddy. Of course. Now tell me, Nancy, darling — what kind of an old boy is the master — is he particular about a mistake or two ? Nan. Oh, dear, no — and I'm sure he won't mind your blunders. Paddy. Well, that's lucky — because mine are generally big ones. They've been the ruin of me, Nancy. It's always been my peculiar ill luck to take service with people as is particular about their pro- perty. Nan. You needn't be afraid on that point, Mr. Paddy: master won't mind such trifles. Paddy. Then bless his old good-looking countenance, however ugly it may be, he's a real friend to Ireland ! Nan. Indeed 1 I'm sure he has taken a fancy to you, already. Paddy. Be aisy now : how can that be ? he's never had the good fortune to look at me. Ah, I have it, maybe he was struck with my personal appearance as I came up the gravel walk. Nan. Yes ; and as for Miss Julia, you'll be quite a favorite with her. Paddy. That won't so much surprise me, for, by the powers, somehow or other, Paddy Ryan was always a devil among the petti- coats, och, bless 'em ! [Kisses far. Nan. [Aside. .] As he's a baronet, I suppose I must put up with it. Ugh ! how he smells of whiskey 1 here comes master. Paddy. [Looks off, l.] What, that fine old gentleman in the cauli- flower wig — and only an alderman — with such a [Puts his hand to his stomach.'] Bad luck te 'em as didn't make him Lord Mayor. Nan. Hush — here he comes. Enter Marrowfat, l. h. Mar. [Aside to her.] Well, Nancy? Nan. Oh, sir, he's so capitally disguised: brogue, whiskey, and all! Mar. Leave us! [Exit Nancy, l. h. Aside.] Now, then, my good Sir Charles Lavender, of Lavender Park, Lincoln, baronet, I'll see if I can't punish you for your marquerading frolic. [To Paddy, who ever since the Alderman's entrance, has kept up a continual succession of bows and scrapes.] Now, you young Irish bog-trotter, come here! [Puts his hat in the arm cJiair, Paddy [Coming down.] Here I am ! Mar. [Looks at him, and tfan aside.] If old Omnium had been aa dumb as an oyster on the subject, I should have known him at once from his likeness to his father, the late baronet What's your ra# «a-Uy name I 10 THE IRISH TIGER. Paddy. Paddy Ryan. [Aside.] Bather f&tniliar, I think, con eidering it's the first time he's had the honor of being introduced tc me. Mar, You want to enter my service, eh ? Paddy. You may say that, sir, and not tell a lie either. Mar. [Aside,] What a capital brogue he has got. Where could he have picked it up f [Now, then, to business. What's your ag A t Paddy. What's what? Mar, What's your age ? Paddy. I'm not particular. Mar. [Aside.] Ha, ha ! Do you know a horse when you see one t Paddy, Don't I? I once had a jackass of my own. Mar. Did you ever drive a gig? Paddy. A gig ? no sir : but I've drove a pig. Maybe you think it aisy — did you ever try it ? Mar. [Aside.] He's made a regular study of the Irish character, that's quite clear : but I'll make him throw off the mask before I've done with him ! [Sits. ] ISow I'll put our baronet's pride to the test. Come, young fellow — let's see if you can curl my hair — bring the tongs [Paddy runs and brings down the fire-tongs.] Pshaw! get along — let's see if you can brush a coat — make haste, sir! [ Very angrily. Paddy. Yes, sir. [Unties his bundle, and takes out a brush and a currycomb — begins brushing Marrowfat very hard, whistling as if rubbing dvwn a horse. Mar. Holloa! what are you about, sir? Paddy. Why, sir, you said you wanted to be brushed ? Mar, Yes : but I don't want to be groomed. Do you take me for a horse ? You'll find a brush in that table drawer. [Paddy goes to table r, h. and in opening the drawer, throws down a large vase of flowers.] Holloa! Paddy. Whist! be aisy. You know you don't mind it—of the two you rather like it — so say no more about it — there ! [Seizes and shakes his Jiand. Mar, [Aside.] Ha, ha ! it's perfectly delicious. Now, Paddy, brush away ! Paddy. Yes, sir. [Begins brushing the Alderman very hard. Mar. Xot so hard [Paddy brushes very softly.] Harder! [Hi seizes hold of the tail of Marrowfat's coat, and begins brushing very violently — pulling Marrowfat after him.] Zounds, leave off—— —Pushes Paddy away, who falls into arm chair, upon Marrowfat's hat. Aside.] Hang me if I thought he'd have stood it so long. I see I must have recourse to more violent measures still. Where's my hat ? Paddy. I'd not be at all surprised if I was sitting on it ! [Takes hat from under him, crushed flat. Mar. Come here, you Irish vagabond ! Paddy. Irish vagabond— blood and ouns, but that's an ugly word. Mar. [Aside.] Ha, ha! I'm getting the baronet's blood up at last, *m I ? Y«f , take that, §ir. [ Pulls his ear TIIE IRISH TIGER. ll Paddy. Murther! By the blood of the Ryans, ye'd better not be after doing that again. Mar. How, sir ? [Pulls Ms ear again.} Paddy. [He very quietly moves his stick up and down before Marrow fat's face.] Perhaps you'll allow me to call your attention to this trifling article. Id be sorry to give your respectable old noddle * taste of it ! Mar. Impudent rascal. I'll kick you out of the house. Paddy. Kick ! is it kick you said. Ha, ha ! that's enough. To the devil I pitch my manners. Come on, you old thief of the world, Whirroo. [Gives Marrowfat a punch in his stomach then follows him round the Stage, skipping round him, and flourishing his stick over his head. Mar. Halloa — that'll do — be quiet 1 Enter Julia and Nancy, l. h. Jul. . 14 THE IRISH TIGER. Sir C. Confusion ! Was there ever anything so unfortunate ? To find myself defeated just at the moment when I thought my plan al- most certain of success. Now if my good genius would only throw my successful competitor for the Irish tigership in my way, I might bribe him to leave the house. At any rate, here I am in it, and out of it I will not go till I have seen Miss Marrowfat, and convinced my- self whether our projected union is likely to be productive of happi- ness. It is for her sake as well as my own that I have determined on this step, and though I may perhaps be laughed at for its romance, few I think would condemn the object for which it was undertaken. Who have we here ? [Pretends to busy himself with the furniture. Julia peeps in at l. door, then advances cautiously with a letter in ha hand. ] What a charming creature ! Jul. Here's my letter to Uncle Bilberry. I am sure he will come to my assistance, and help me to break off this odious marriage — but how shall I get it conveyed to him ? Sir C. [Aside.] It must be the Alderman's daughter! Report haa not exaggerated her beauty, at all events ; and if she is as good aa she is fair, why the sooner Lavender Park welcomes its mistress the better. Ahem — [Knocks down a chair. Jul. [Seeing him.'] A servant ! I suppose he belongs to one oi papa's friends. [Looking at her letter.] I have half a mind to — I will: young man [Sir Charles hastens to her side.] — not so near, sir. Do you think your master could spare you to run on an errand for me ? Sir O. [Eagerly.] I'd fly to the end of the world to serve you. Jul. Sir! Sir C. I mean — [Aside.] Confound the brogue ; I'm always for- getting it. [Aloud, and assuming the brogue.] I mean, so please you, ma'am, I've no master at all, worse luck to me. I came here after the situation, but I find that one of my countrymen has been here before me. Jul. [Aside.] Poor young man: he takes it (piifce to heart. Don't despair, young man. I don't think that Sir Ch — I mean, your countryman, as you call him, will keep the situation long. In the first place, I hate him ! Sir C. [Aside.] Now why should she hate the young man? Why should she trouble her head at all about the yonng man ? Jul. And if you will render me a service, perhaps I 6hall be able to do you one in return. Sir C. Speak: anything that is in the power of man to accomplish —[Recollects himself] — I mean, anything that a poor simple Irish boy can do for your beautiful ladyship — [Aside :] Damn tbe brogue! Jul. Well, then — But first of all, as this is a great secret, you must take care and not drop a hint to anybody about it. Sir C. Except your worthy father — I mean, except the ould mas- ter. Jul. On the contrary, papa must be the very last person to $uspe. Mot. Halloa ! [Buns and seizes Padoy. Paddy. [Struggling.] Let go your grip: it's only a fight You wouldn't have me disgrace my family. Ma? [Seriously.] Haven't you disgraced it quite enough already, 18 THE IRISH TIGER. sir ? [To Sir G] As for you, you impertinent young scoundrel, get out of my house ! Sir C. Excuse me, sir, I shall not stir from here till I have seen your charming daughter. Mar. My charming daughter? Ha, ha! [-4sicfc.] Damn his im- pudence ! Bilberry. [ Without.'] Come along, Julia : don't be afraid— I'll soon settle this matter. ^ Paddy. [Listening, and giving a long whistle."] Och, bad luck to me — may I never taste whiskey again, if that isn't my old master's voice. Enter Bilberry, Julia and Nancy, r. d. [Sees Bilberry.'] Och, murder ! it's ould Bilberry, the sugar-baker. [Cocks his hat very much over his face, and trying to avoid Bil- berry's eye. Bil. Marrowfat, I have only two words to say — dare say you won't iike 'em—- don't care if you don't, but Julia shan't marry Sir Charles Lavender. If ever I give my consent, my name's not Bilberry. Sir C. [Aside.] Oh, this is Bilberry, eh? [Aloud, and crossing to Bilberry.] Sir, that you should refuse you consent to Sir Charles Lavender's marrying this young lady is very natural, although quite unnecessary ; for as Sir Charles is perfectly aware of the state of Miss Marrowfat's feelings, he at once withdraws his attentions ; there — [Put ting Julia's hand into Bilberry's.] — take her and be happy I Bil. The fellow's mad ! Jul. Marry uncle Bilberry I Sir C. Uncle — uncle ! Mar. [To Sir Charles.] And pray, young fellow, who authorises you to say that Sir Charles resigns my daughter's hand ? Here, Sir Charles — where 's Sir Charles ? Bil. Jul. & 2s an. Yes; where is Sir Charles? [ Turns, and sees Paddy, who is endeavoriug to escape. Mar. Oh, there he is — come back. Sir C. Oh, that is Sir Charles, is it? [Brings Paddy bach] Per- mit me the honor [Hands Paddy forward, and takes off his hat. Bil. Sir Charles Lav — [Looks at Paddy, tlien recognises him.] Eh? it's that damned Paddy of mine I [ Makes a rush at him ; Paddy escapes behind Tsxscr. Mar. [To. Bil.] Your Paddy ? Then he's no baronet after all! Paddy. A baronet ? Me, Sir Paddy Ryan — ha, ha ! What the devil put that into your poor old noddle ? Sir. C. I am afraid that I am answerable to my father's old friend for this mistake. [Takes Marrowfat 3 hand. Mar. Sir Charles Lavender! Sir. C. Yes, sir : and with this lady's consent — [Takes Julia's hand] — her most affectionate husband, and your most dutiful son-in-law. Mar. Tak8 her, Sir Charles, take her ; and my blessing in the bar gain, SLaSPtBrUr^c ,rv. 1 aDrnnk- fard r J I / Z" THE IRISH TIGER. \% Bil. I am not much of a hand at giving a blessing, so perhapt you will take ten thousand pounds instead. Mar. "Well, a pretty considerable ass I have made of myself. Paddy. You may say that, sir. Mar. [To Paddy.] Come here, sir. I'll trouble you for that said big purse I gave you. Padly. The purse ? Oh, you shall have the purse : I only want what is in it. [About to take the money out» Nancy. [To Marrowfat.] Suppose I take care of it, sir? Paddy. Do, darling. [Gives her the purse.'] We'll get married, and share it together. You shall have the purse, and I'll have the money, and I hope that will be the only division betwixt us. 3Iar. You don't expect you are going to remain in this house, do you? Paddy. Indeed, but I do ; for, somehow or other — [To Audience.] — I feel quite at home in this house ; and no wonder either, for when I came here from my last place, you kindly welcomed me, and that is why I now make bold to express a hope that the same indulgent masters and mistresses will not refuse to speak a gcod word in f&vof of The Irish Tiger, TSE CUKTAIN FALLS. (Catalogue continued from second \ ~*ge of kzkt.) 1 VOL. XLI. 321 The Pirate's Legacy SJ2 The Charcoal Burner 828 Adelgiiha 324 Sea or Yaliente 825 PoreM Rose 326 Duke 8 Daughter 327 Camilla s Husband 826 Pure Gold VOL. XLII. 329 Ticket of Leave Man 330 Fool" s Revenge 331 O'Neil the Great 332 Handv Andy 333 Pirate of the iBlea 334 Fanchon 335 Little Barefoot 336 Wild Irish Girl VOL. XLIII. 337 Pearl of Savoy 338 Dead Heart 339 Ten Nights in a Bar-room 840 Dumb Boy of Manchester 841 Belphegor the Mountebank 842 Cricket on thv Heanh 343 Printer' b Devil U44 Meg s Diversion VOL. XLIV. b*5 Drunkard* « Doom 346 Chimney Corner 347 Fifteen Years of a Drunk- 348 Mo Thoroughfare Tardr 349 Peep O" Day I LM* 350 Everybody's PiCcarf RfBolet, i of SuTIherp TM Angelof t!i* Attic ea alter Cues ti6 A Supper in Dixie VOL. XV. 113 One Coat for 2 Suits 114 A Decided Case 115 Daughter [nority 116 No ; or, the Glorious Mi- 117 Coroner' 8 Inquisition 118 Love in Humble 119 Family Jars 12.0 Personation VOL. XVI. 121 Children in the Wood 122 Winning a Husbaud 123 Day af'erthe Fair 124 Make Your V ilia 125 Rendezvous 126 My Wife's Husband 127 Monsieur Tonson 128 Illustrious Stranger VOL. XVII 129 Mischief-Making [Mines 130 A Live Woman in the 131 The Corsair !32Shy]ock ' 133 Spoiled Child 134 Evil Eye 135 Nothing to Nurse 136 Wanted a Widow VOL. XVIIL 137 Lottery Ticket 138 Fortune's Frolic 139 Is he Jealous i 1*0 Married iiacheior 141 Husoand at Sight 147. -irishman in Londofi 1143 Animal Magnetism 144 Highways and By- Ways VOL. XXXVIII. 1^297 lei en Pane Fraurais 208 Who K>U f .-d Cock I 25*! D claiation cf ladeperuifln&e - a» or Tails •?.',. Obstina:eFkmj»7 \ma Mv Aunt 303 That Rasraj Pat ►304 P<. a. Pados «e Bazas 186 Teddy the Tiler 187 Spectre Bridgroom 1 S8 Matteo Falcone 189 Jena v Lind w*# 190 Two Buzzards 191 Happv Man 182 Betsy Baker VOL. XXV. 193 No. 1 Round the Corner 194 Teddy Roe 195 Object of Interest 196 My Fellow Clerk 197 Bengal Tiger 198 Laughing Hvena 199 The Victor Vanquished 200 Our Wife VOL. XXVI. 201 My Hur hand's Mirror 202 Yankee Land. 203 Norah Creina 2C4 Good for Nothing 205 The First Night 206 The Eton Boy 207 Wandering Minstrel 208 Wanted, 1000 Milliners 255 The Shas tr Lovers 1256 Ticklish Times VOL. XXXIII. 257 20 Minutes withaTigefr 258 Miralda: or, the Justice of Tacon 259 A Soldiers Courtship 260 Servants by Legacy 261 Dying for Love 262 Alarming Sacrifice 263 Valet deSh.-m 264 Nicholas Nickleby VOL. XXXIV. 265 The Last of the Pigtails 266 King Rene'd Daughter 267 The Grotto Nymph 268 A Devilish Good Joke 269 A Twice Told Tale 270 Pas de Fascination 271 Revolutionary Soldier 272 A Man Without a Head VOL. XXXV. |273 The Olio, Parti 274 The Olio, Par. 2 (275 The Olio, Part , (276 The Trumpeter* a Davgh- (277 Seeing Warren r278 Green Mountain Boy ' 279 That Note 1280 Tom Noddy's Secret VOL. XXXVI. VOL. XXVII. 20& Poor Pilcoddy 210 The Mummy [Glasses! 231 Shocking Events 211 Don't Forgetyour Opera 282 A Regular Fix 212 Love in Livery 283 Dick Turrin 213 Anthcnv and Cleopatra (284 Young Sca^v 214 Trying "it < >n. 285 Young Acl/ess 215 Stage Struck Yankee !286 Call at No. 1--7 216 Young Wife & Old Urn- 287 One Touch of Nature. , br»'W { '288 Two B" toys VOL. XXIX.. '[ture 3C5Too r,cd N'a- S07 Jack's the Lnd ■AboatKothlne Hazard [Ac. SlULiii you ev.rsiTid your, 313 Aolrishrnan'b Wai/t-\ivv) f 314 Con 315 'Tis the Darkest Hour be- I 116 Mr^quemde Ifon' Dawn I SI 7 Crowding: the Svascn i 318 Good Nicht'sl n with the Carpetl 320 Terrible Tinker