That is the problem—the poor man's pot!
Poor pot-au-feu! 'Tis to keep you a-boil
Hewers and Drawers so ceaselessly toil;
But when they've filled Wealth's big pot full of gold,
What does he care if their pot becomes cold.
Pot! Pot! Let the poor go—to pot.
Mammon—"retires upon what he has got!"
Mrs. R.—She is very tender-hearted. "Of course," she says, "it's very nice of what they call 'The Forsters' parents—though why 'Forster' I don't know. But certainly, even when they're brought up as one of the family of the Forsters, yet it does make me feel very sad when I see an adapted child."