“We could’nt have swallow’d it quicker.”

Judy, November 17, 1869.

The Beardless Boy.

The Beardless Boy to the Race has gone,

In the Betting Ring you’ll find him;

His father’s till he has drawn upon,

And his race-glass slung behind him.

“‘Land’ I must, or it will go hard

Should all my luck forsake me,”