LINES BY A COCKNEY

Addressed to A Young Lady, but dropped by some mistake into Mr. Punch's letter-box.

Sweet hangel, whom I met last heve

Hat Mrs. Harthur's 'op,

I 'ope that you will give me leave

A question now to pop.

I mind me 'ow when in the 'all

Your carriage was hannounced,

You hasked me to hadjust your shawl,

Hon which with 'aste I pounced.

Then heager to your Ma you ran,

She anxious to be gone,

I 'eard 'er call you Mary-Hann,

Or helse 'twas Mari-hon.

Now, Mary-Hann's a name I 'ate

Has much as Betsy-Jane,

I could not bear to link my fate

With such a 'orrid name;

But Mari-hon I like as well

As hany name I know;

Then, hangel, I emplore thee tell,

Dost spell it with a Ho?