“THOSE EVENING BELLS.”
THOSE EVENING BELLS.
“I’D BE A PARODY.”
THOSE Evening Bells, those Evening Bells,
How many a tale their music tells,
Of Yorkshire cakes and crumpets prime,
And letters only just in time!—
The Muffin-boy has pass’d away,
The Postman gone—and I must pay,
For down below Deaf Mary dwells,