A nice little stone and a muller;
And just paper enough for a screen—
Every sheet of a different colour.
Here's a note for Miss White at the Tower;
You must take it some day before two,
For she always goes out at that hour,
So I leave it entirely to you.
If it's all in your way coming back,
Just call at the Grove, Kentish Town,
And look in at the school of young Black—