A sort of a female Poll Pry, with a heye like an 'ork or a lynx;
But the making me "Sanit'ry," too—oh, I know wot that means to a T.
She's cock—or say, hen—of the walk, and her sanit'ry slave'll be Me!
Oh, I fancy I see myself sweeping the snow from the streets with a broom,
Or explorin'—with fingers to nose—some effluvious hunderground room!
Or a-trotting around with the dust-pails when scavengers chance to run short!
Oh, just won't the street-boys chyike me and 'ousemaids of BUMBLE make sport?
Disgustin'! But there RITCHIE stands with his dashed Memyrandum. A look
In his heye seems to tell me that he too enjoys bringing BUMBLE to book,
As the Times—I'm serprised at that paper!—most pleasantly puts it to-day.