He will answer to the purpose—perhaps he’ll murmur “It’s all right;”

Better thou wert dead before me, though I gave thee arsenic white!

(The rest of the MSS. is so blotted with tears as to be illegible.)

From The Month, by Albert Smith and John Leech. August, 1851.

St. Stephen’s Revisited.

Comrades, leave me here a little, I have thoughts you cannot know;

Leave me, gentle ghosts, to ponder on the days of long ago.

’Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the brawlers brawl,

Dreary bores about St. Stephen’s vying for the Speaker’s call.