. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. she does in tother :So I gives myself to scramble up the linens for a minute,L:nvk, sich a shirt ! thinks I, its well my master wasnt in it ;Oh ! I never, never, never, never, never, see a sight so shockin;Here lays a leg, and there a leg—I mean, you know, a stocking—Bodies all slit and torn to rags, and many a tatterd : rms burnt off, and sides and backs all scotchd and black with dirt ;But as nobody was in em—none but—nobody was hurt!Well, there 1 am, a-scrambhng up the things, all in a lump,When, mercy on us ! such a groan as
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. she does in tother :So I gives myself to scramble up the linens for a minute,L:nvk, sich a shirt ! thinks I, its well my master wasnt in it ;Oh ! I never, never, never, never, never, see a sight so shockin;Here lays a leg, and there a leg—I mean, you know, a stocking—Bodies all slit and torn to rags, and many a tatterd : rms burnt off, and sides and backs all scotchd and black with dirt ;But as nobody was in em—none but—nobody was hurt!Well, there 1 am, a-scrambhng up the things, all in a lump,When, mercy on us ! such a groan as makes my heart to jump ;And there she is, a-lying with a crazy sort of e\e,A-stanng .it the washhouse roof, laid open to the sky:Then she beckons with a finger, rind so down to her I reaches,And puts iii\ ear acin her mouth to hear her dying , poor soul! she has 1 husband and young orphans, as I knew;Well, Maam, you wont believe it, but its Gospel and true,But these words is all she whisperd— Why, where is tha powder blew?. • Skying a Copper. 2 C 402
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