THE following is dreadfully touching, and what is more, it is pointed. It cannot possibly affect any of our subscribers, however, for there is not one of them but would scorn the implication of being a delinquent to the "Lady's Book." We need hardly say that it is an imitation of Hood's "Song of the Shirt":—
"Toil, toil, toil!
As the constant drop on a stone,
So this ceaseless, endless work,
Wears away body and bone!
Though the Poet sputter and write,
Though the Orator bully and bawl,
If it were not for the Editor's pen,
What were the use of it all?