Punch, August 23, 1884.
OUR RIVER (A TENNYSONIAN IDYLL).
OLD FATHER THAMES, loq.
"'I COME from haunts of coot and hern,'
From 'neath green ferns I sally;
But into me they quickly turn
The sewage of my valley!
"By fifty sewer mouths I pass—
My surface black with midges;
And bubbles huge of sewage gas