. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ed my ears to be boxed with a common Jury. I heard, on theright hand, a Judges charge—an arraignment and evidence to match,with great dexterity, but failing to catch the defence from the lefthand, refused naturally to concur in any sinister verdict. The learnedSerjeant, I presume, as I was only half deaf, only half dischargedme,— comnniiing me to the relay-laox, as a Juror in Waiting, — andfrom which I was relieved only by his successor. Sir Thomas Denman,and to justify my dulness, I made even his stupendous voice to repeatmy dismissal twi
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ed my ears to be boxed with a common Jury. I heard, on theright hand, a Judges charge—an arraignment and evidence to match,with great dexterity, but failing to catch the defence from the lefthand, refused naturally to concur in any sinister verdict. The learnedSerjeant, I presume, as I was only half deaf, only half dischargedme,— comnniiing me to the relay-laox, as a Juror in Waiting, — andfrom which I was relieved only by his successor. Sir Thomas Denman,and to justify my dulness, I made even his stupendous voice to repeatmy dismissal twice over ! It was during this compelled attendance that the project struck meof a Series of Lays of Larceny, combining Sin and Sentmient in themelodramatic mixture which is so congenial to the cholera-morbidsensibility of the present age and stage. The following are merelvspecimens, but a hmt from the Powers that be,—in the Strand,— willpromptly produce a handsome volume of the remainder, with a grate-ful Dedication to the learned • Descend, ye JSme 1 5M BAILEY BALLADS, No. I. LINES TO MARY. (at no. I NEWGATE, FAVOURED BY MR WONTNEt.) 0 Mary, I believed you true,And I was blest in so believing ;But till this hour I never knew—That you were taken up for thieving I Oh 1 when I snatchd a tender kiss,Or some such trifle when I courted,You said, indeed, that love was bliss,But never ownd you were transported! But then, to gaze on that fair face,It would have been an unfair feelingTo dream that you had pilferd lace—And Flints had sufferd from your stealing 1 Or, when my suit I first preferrd, To bring your coldness to repentance, Before I hammerd out a word, How could I dream youd heard a sentence ! Or when, with all the warmth of youth, 1 strove to prove my love no could I guess I urged a truthOn one already past conviction ? How could I dream that ivory part, Your hand—where I have lookd and lingerdj Although it stole away my heart, Had been
Size: 1400px × 1785px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, bookidchoiceworkso, bookyear1881
