Scan not what I regale you on,
Swear no neighbourhood’s healthfuller,
Leave your gold on your looking-glass,
Let your beer and your tea be boned,
Let the needy (that’s me) be fed,
Let your landlady line her nest
While she tinkers the weekly bill.”
Shawrnlam.
From The Weekly Dispatch. April 17, 1887.
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