From A Bowl of Punch, by Albert Smith. London. D. Bogue. 1848.
The Modern Selkirk.
(Ballad of the Exeter Arcade Beadle.)
I am beadle of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute;
From the centre to over the way,
I’m lord of the playbills and fruit.
O, solitude, where are thy joys?
O, would I could see but one face!