[THE SWEEPS COMPLAINT.]
"I like to meet a sweep—such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with their little professional notes, sounding like the peep, peep, of a young sparrow."
—ESSAYS OF ELIA.
——"A voice cried Sweep no more!
Macbeth hath murdered sweep."
SHAKSPEARE.
One morning, ere my usual time
I rose, about the seventh chime,
When little stunted boys that climb
Still linger in the street;
And as I walked, I saw indeed