If you rise in the Night,
And call for a Light,
Then presently down comes a Wh——.
Angel, at Marlborough. Upon Miss M--k.
Her Step delivers those her Eyes enslave,
She looks to conquer, but she treads to save.
From a Window at Kidderminster, Worcestershire.
A Scrap of a Lady’s Life.
When first she wakes, a Sigh or two she fetches,
Then rubs her Eyes,——and Arms and Legs she stretches!