O how my gentle heart did bound, To think that I his name should bear! "Dear Jeames," says I, "I've twenty pound," And gev them him in Buckley Square. Our master vas a City gent, His name's in railroads everywhere, And lord, vot lots of letters vent Betwigst his brokers and Buckley Square: And read them all (I think it's fair), Encouraged with my twenty pound, And signed hisself from Buckley Square. As day by day, share after share, Came railvay letters pouring in, "J. Plush, Esquire, in Buckley Square." Our servants' All was in a rage— Scrip, stock, curves, gradients, bull and bear, Vith butler, coachman, groom and page, Vas all the talk in Buckley Square. But O! imagine vot I felt Last Vensday veek as ever were; I gits a letter, which I spelt "Miss M. A. Hoggins, Buckley Square." He sent me back my money true- With people who your betters are: And you-a cook in Buckley Square. "I've thirty thousand guineas won, Powder and plush I scorn to vear; For hever Jeames of Buckley Square." Τ' LINES UPON MY SISTER'S PORTRAIT BY THE LORD SOUTHDOWN HE castle towers of Bareacres are fair upon the lea, Where the cliffs of bonny Diddlesex rise up from out the sea: I stood upon the donjon keep and view'd the country o'er, I saw the lands of Bareacres for fifty miles or more. I stood upon the donjon keep-it is a sacred place,- There ne'er was nobler cognisance on knightly warrior's shield. The first time England saw the shield 'twas round a Norman neck, "Twas pleasant in the battle-shock to hear our war-cry ringing: I'll muse on other days, and wish-and wish I were-A SNOB. With a sweet perplexity, And a mystery pretty, Threading through Threadneedle Street, Trots the little KITTY. What was my astonishment— What was my compunction, When she reached the Offices Up the Didland stairs she went, Porters, lost in wonderment, Let her pass before, Sir. "Madam," says the old chief Clerk, "Sure we can't admit ye." "Where's the Didland Junction deed?" Dauntlessly says KITTY. "If you doubt my honesty, Look at my receipt, Sir." Up then jumps the old chief Clerk, Smiling as he meets her, |