THE WHISTLING RELIEF.
(A Song for the Sleepy.)
"Baron H. de Worms informed Mr. Lawson, that the Board of Trade had communicated with some of the Railway Companies as to the nuisance caused to the inhabitants of the Metropolis by the constant use of railway whistles at night, and the Board were assured that every effort would be made to reduce the nuisance."—Parliamentary Report.
Air—"The Whistlin' Thief."
When one is tired or ill,
And fain asleep would be,
A whistle loud and shrill
Oft brings the "big, big D."
"De Worms," young Lawson said,
"This whistling is a bore."
"All right," says the Baron; "don't you be afraid.
They'll whistle at night no more."
"I've lived a long time, Baron,"
Says Punch, "in the world, my dear,
But of a nuisance settled at once,
I never yet did hear.
Yet if you'll lessen nocturnal shines,
And let us sleep or think,
Your jolly good health all the commonwealth
In a bumper deep will drink."
Eccentric Conduct of a Journalist on the Spree.—The Editor of the Berlin Echo has offered a prize for the best Poem in praise of the Mother-in-Law. This singular demand proves that the gentleman cannot be married.