Far from the street-boys and the Strand.
There all unfriended let me dwell,
A hatless hermit in a cell.
THE CYCLE-RIDING DUSTMAN.
A very New Song to a very Old Tune.
AIR—"The Literary Dustman."
["A resolution on the Agenda of the Greenwich Board of Works runs as follows:—'That, in order to enable the foreman of the dustmen in the Parish of St. Paul, Deptford, to get about that parish with more expedition, and so superintend the work of the men under his control to greater advantage than is now possible, a tricycle be obtained for his use, at a cost not exceeding £21 1s. 6d.'" Daily Chronicle.]
BUMBLE will ope his eyes, egad,
In hutter consternation.