When he fixed a round glass in one eye and perked his head with a burlesque of aristocratic bearing, the laughter and applause were deafening.
'He's a warm 'un, is Sem!' was the delighted comment on all hands.
The pianist made discursive prelude, then Mr.Coppock gave forth a ditty of the most sentimental character, telling of the disappearance of a young lady to whom he was devoted.

The burden, in which all bore a part, ran thus: We trecked 'er little footprints in the snayoo, We trecked 'er little footprints in the snayoo, I shall ne'er forget the d'y When Jenny lost her w'y, And we trecked 'er little footprints in the snayoo! It was known that the singer had thoughts of cultivating his talent and of appearing on the music-hall stage; it was not unlikely that he might some day become 'the great Sam.' A second song was called for and granted; a third--but Mr.Coppock intimated that it did not become him to keep other talent in the background.

The chairman made a humorous speech, informing the company that their friend would stand forth again later in the evening.

Mr.Dick Perkins was at present about to oblige.
The Vice was a frisky little man.

He began with what is known as 'patter,' then gave melodious account of a romantic meeting with a damsel whom he had seen only once to lose sight of for ever.