A SOLILOQUY IN ST. JAMES'S PARK.
(By a Socialistic Loafer.)
Besoide the worter in Sin Jimes's Pork,
I've stritched meself ter snooze hunder this ole tree—
But cawn't, fur all the keckle, screech, an' squork,
From these yere ducks an' swans, an' sim'lar poultry!
Them fowls is kep' up orf the Nytion's fun's;
If yer chucked stones at 'em there'd be a fuss mide;
They're reg'lar bustin' with the kikes an' buns
As they gits frowed by hevery kiddy's nuss-mide!
I'll lay a femily cud liv fur weeks
On arf the screps them lyzy hoidle ducks re-jecks
hevery hour, a-turnin' up their beaks,
An' wallerin' in comfit an' in lux'ry!
Whoy should the loikes o' them 'ave hall the luck,
Whoile sech as me——? It's skendalus, I s'y 'tis,
That—jest becos I ain't a bloomin' duck—
Sercoiety don't grub and board me grytis!
Some d'y we'll mike hour vices 'eard, in 'owls
O' ryge, an' s'y to—well, no matter 'oo it is—
"Ain't we more fit ter live nor worter-fowls?
We're yumin beans—not feathered sooperflooities!"
I'd cop thet one jess waddlin' hup the grorss,
An' twist 'is neck—'e's honly fit fur cookin';
I would, on prinserple, as bold as brorss—
If that there bloomin' Keeper wasn't lookin'!
"Oh! Liza."—Another subject for Chevalier. A special meeting was held in Liverpool to protest against the presence of Cockney costers who, it was asserted, seriously injured the business of Liverpudlian "market-tenants." Mr. Walker (is he of the celebrated Hookey branch of the family?) averred that he had "seen a coster with his barrow standing before the Lord Mayor's shop for half-an-hour." Our sympathetic soul weeps at this gross injustice to the worthy syndic, and we trust it will not cost-er him too much. But, as the lawyer remarked, de costibus non est disputandum.