And he was a squire's son,
And he loved the Bailiff's daughter dear
Who dwelt at Islington."
Well, to all who have followed that touching story of love and grief I commend the following version of it. French, after all, is the true language of sentiment:—
"Il y avait un garçon,
Fort amiable et fort bon,
Qui était le fils du Lord Mayor;
Et il aimait la fille
D'un sergent de ville
Qui demeurait à Leycesster Sqvare.