With roars that reach to the rafter,
And sheets of scurrilous rhyme.
Of old we counted our money
And played but a note for a kiss,
But now we send hampers of honey
And boxes of boisterous bliss.
Fun. February 15, 1868.
Shilling Dreadfuls.
“A nervous and well red-wigged gentleman, Mr. Allburnon-Charles Swingbun, ran excitedly to our rescue, and rhapsodically chaunted the following chorus from his ‘Atlas in Paddington’: