Then the "Bobby" took his purse,
Placed it empty on her knee,
Rose her voice as if to curse—
"Not one sixpence left for me!"
Vagrant Leaves, Part I, October, 1866. (A clever little illustrated magazine, of which only three numbers were issued; they are now exceedingly scarce).
Home the "worrier" comes! We read
All his words, nor uttered sigh;
But the Tories, sneering, said,
"He must talk or he would die."