Putting down the box he began to sing,-- 'A handkerchief held all the treasure I had.' whilst he flourished his walking-stick and bundle over his mother's head.

When he had finished his song, he put down his bundle and went to the box.
'I have shown you the size of my wardrobe, now allow me to show off the rest of my fortune and stock in trade.

Father, you shall have the first peep.

Let me put my box on the table, and the light--so.

Now, stoop, so--look through that glass, so--and--have you got the right focus?
Yes!--To the right, you beholds the gallant 'ero, Lord Nelson, him as lost his harm, a just fallin' in the harms of Capen 'Ardy and Victory .-- To the left--but first his lordship is a singin' "England expects every man to do his dooty." To the left--' 'Well, if that isn't as pretty a picture and as much like life as anything I ever saw,' said Mr Prothero, interrupting the showman.