. Carols of Cockayne. sCan fancy how the seven days Pass oer the Seven Dials. Suppose an able artizan, (A model of the working man So written at and lecturd,)Amongst the fevers that infestHis temporary fever-nestShould catch a deadly one—the rest Is easily conjecturd. Twas hard, on fathers death, I think,That Elsies mother took to drink ; (Twas harder yet on baby.)The reason, reader, yo7i may guess,(/ cannot find it, I confess)—Perhaps it was her loneliness ; Or love of gin, it may be. A VERY COMMON CHILD. 57 So there was Elsie, all astray,And growing bigger day by day, But growing none the be
. Carols of Cockayne. sCan fancy how the seven days Pass oer the Seven Dials. Suppose an able artizan, (A model of the working man So written at and lecturd,)Amongst the fevers that infestHis temporary fever-nestShould catch a deadly one—the rest Is easily conjecturd. Twas hard, on fathers death, I think,That Elsies mother took to drink ; (Twas harder yet on baby.)The reason, reader, yo7i may guess,(/ cannot find it, I confess)—Perhaps it was her loneliness ; Or love of gin, it may be. A VERY COMMON CHILD. 57 So there was Elsie, all astray,And growing bigger day by day, But growing none the other girl (in all the setThat looks on Elsie as a pet)But knows at least the alphabet, And Elsie—not a letter. Well, reader, I had best be dumbAbout the future that may come To this forlorn days are brighter ones pro te??^So let her make the most of them,Amidst the labyrinths that hemSaint Giless ugly Church in. -^-gxAyd^v- CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. CROOKED ANSWERS.{.Dedicated to the Laureate.). No. i.—Vere de Vere. J HE Lady Clara V. de V. Presents her very best regardsTo that misguided Alfred T. (With one of her enamelld cards).Though uninclind to give offence, The Lady Clara begs to hintThat Master Alfreds common sense Deserts him utterly in print. The Lady Clara can but say,That always from the very first She snubbd in her decisive wayThe hopes that silly Alfred nursd. CROOKED ANSWERS. 59 The fondest words that ever fell From Lady Clara, when they met,Were How d ye do ? I hope you re well! Or else The weather s very wet. To show a disregard for truth By penning scurrilous attacks,Appears to Lady C. in sooth Like stabbing folks behind their age of chivalry, she fears, Is gone for good, since noble damesWho irritate low sonneteers Get pelted with improper names. The Lady Clara cannot think What kind of pleasure can accrueFrom wasting paper, pens, and ink, On statements the reverse of Master Launcelot, one fine day, (Urged on by madn
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