The limits which I have prescribed to myself will not allow me to enter more at large into this subject; otherwise I could produce a number of facts which would prove, most unquestionably, the propriety of discontinuing these exhibitions.
A conversation which I once heard between some boys who were playing at what is called _pitch-in-the-hole_, will prove the truth of my assertions.

"Bill," said one of the boys to the other, "when did you go to the play last ?" "On Monday night," was the reply.

"Did you see the new pantomime ?"--"Yes." "Well, did you see any fun ?"--"Yes, I believe I did too.

I saw the clown _bone_ a whole _hank_ of sausages, and put them into his pocket, and then pour the gravy in after them.
You would have split your sides with laughing, had you been there.
A.B.and C.D.

were with me, and they laughed as much as I did.
And what do you think A.B.did the next night ?"--"How should I know."-- "Why," replied the other, "he and C.D._boned_ about two pounds of sausages from a pork shop, and we had them for supper." This conversation I heard from a window, which looked into a ruinous place where boys assembled to toss up for money, and other games.