A Seasonable Gossip.
It was a Sunday evening,
Old Simpson’s pipe was fill’d,
And on the hob his porter stood
(He always took it “chill’d”)
And near him, from the Times outspread,
His little grandson Thomas read.
(Here follow seven verses descriptive of the principal events in the French Revolution of 1848. These are ancient history now.)
“Great praise, no doubt, the men deserve,
Who for their rights have fought.”