A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

Nor seeks the pedagogue by other course to win.

XVI.

No parent dear he hath to heed his cries;—

Alas! his parent dear is far aloof,

And deep in Seven-Dial cellar lies,

Killed by kind cudgel-play, or gin of proof;

Or climbeth, catwise, on some London roof,

Singing, perchance, a lay of Erin's Isle,

Or, whilst he labours, weaves a fancy-woof,

Dreaming he sees his home,—his Phelim smile;