Though few old sports are left us in these last times!—
May one fair Virgin Girl—the loved at sight one—
Twelve days from Christmas-tide, her heart a light one,
As Queen, choose her a King, and choose the right one,
To our great joy, and hers, agreeable old December!
C.W.
OLIVER TWIST;
OR, THE PARISH BOY'S PROGRESS.
BY BOZ.