6.  How would you set, (1) a leg, (2) an arm, (3) a broken finger?  If a man is run over by a Hansom, what should you do?  Describe an excellent substitute for a litter, when you can obtain nothing better.

7.  State shortly what you consider your duty would be, (1) were the country invaded, (2) were London in the hands of the mob, (3) were your neighbourhood visited by fire, and decimated by the plague.

There, Mr. Punch, if every School-Board scholar could supply satisfactory answers to the above questions, I would not grudge my shilling in the pound—­nay, possibly look with equanimity on eighteenpence!—­Yours, cordially,

ONE WHO IS SCHOOL-BORED.

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[Illustration:  CRICKET AT LORD’S.  THE LUNCHEON-TIME.

(By Our Special Instantaneous Photographic Caricaturist.)]

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[Illustration:  “URBI ET ORBI.”

MR. PUNCH RETURNS HIS BEST THANKS TO ALL AND SINGULAR, THE PUBLIC AND
THE PRESS, FOR THE ENTHUSIASTIC RECEPTION WITH WHICH THE TOAST OF HIS
JUBILEE, EVERYWHERE AND BY EVERYBODY, HAS BEEN RECEIVED. TO EVERYONE
HEALTH AND HAPPINESS, PEACE AND PROSPERITY.

PUNCH.]

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.

House of Commons, Monday, July 13.  Emperor WILLIAM leaves to-day having taken affectionate farewell of Grandmamma.  On the whole been most successful visit.  Weather a little Frenchy in its tendency, but not all rain and thunder.  If things could only have been kept comfortable to last moment there need have been nothing to mar success of event.  Unfortunately, TANNER’s active brain discovered opportunity of casting a stone at head of departing EMPEROR.  Looking in at Charing Cross Telegraph Office, intending to send sixpenny-worth of genial remark to his late esteemed Leader PARNELL on result of Carlow election, TANNER observed “Gutknecht” on shaft of lead pencil gratuitously provided.  Much puzzled at this; thought at first it was RAIKES’s way of spelling good night; found on inquiry it was German.

TANNER’s patriotic bosom filled with storm of indignation.  “What!” he cried, apostrophising the absent RAIKES, “at a time when trade is declining, Ireland is unhappy, strikes are rampant, and human misery seems to have reached its bitterest point, at such a time it might be hoped you would have given up your days and nights to ameliorating the common lot, instead of which you go about importing lead pencils made in Germany, and so taking the very bread out of the mouth of the British Workman.”

Might have asked question on subject a week ago when he made discovery; adroitly put it down for to-night; and so whilst Emperor WILLIAM was taking leave of Grandmamma in the stately halls of Windsor, TANNER was flinging a lead pencil at his retreating figure, stabbing him, so to speak, in the Imperial back with a commercial product retailed at the inconsiderable price of twopence-halfpenny a dozen.