A VISIT OF WORKING MEN TO THE HEALTH EXHIBITION.
NOT a grumble was heard, not a guttural note,
As we off to the Healtheries hurried;
Not a cove of the party, but paid his shot,
Though the seedy young man appeared flurried.
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Slowly and sadly we dawdled down
From the Doultons, and dresses, and dairies,
We carved not a name, we grazed not a stone,
But went straight to our alleys and "aireys."
BOB RIDLEY.