I went necth day to thcold her, when the, to my heartth core, Cut me up by requethting I’d come there no more; That I thould be affronted, if longer I tarried, For, necth week, to another, the wath to be married. “Godth! Thulia,” thaid I, “why you cannot thay tho?” “Oh yeth, but I do Thir,--tho you’d better go.” “Well, I thall go,” thaid I, “but you’ll own it, Mith Thulia, Your behaviour to me hath been vewy pekooliar.” (Spoken) Vewy pekooliar, vewy pekooliar indeed; and from that day to thith, I have never theen Thulia. Her behaviour to me wath thertainly vewy pekooliar! _THE BABES IN THE WOOD._ IT’S a woeful bad tale I’m about to relate, It happened years back, but I don’t know the date; It’s a heart rending tale of two babbies so good, Vot vos starved to death in a blackberry wood. Ven they vos quite infants, they lost their mamma, They vos both left alone in the vorld vith their pa, To attend to his babbies vos alvays his plan, (_Chorus._) But their nunky he vos such a vicked old man, Their nunky he vos such a hard hearted man. In their daddy’s last moments and on his death bed, He sent for their nunky, and to him he said, “I feel I am going, come, tip us your fin, Look after my babbies, take care of their tin: But should they both croak, vich I hope they vont do, The whole of their ochre I give unto you.” Says he “My dear brother, I’ll do all I can--” But their nunky he vos a deceitful old man. Their nunky he vos, etc. He’d scarce laid his brother under the ground, Vhen he sold all the things in the house vot vos found; He took the two babbies home to his abode, And he bought ’em some hard bake to eat on the road, He bought ’em some apples--he bought ’em parched peas, A new penny loaf, and a ha’porth of cheese; He blowed out their bags vith all sort of scran, But their nunky he vos a deceitful old man. Their nunky he vos, etc. Vhen he looked at the kids, he longed for their gold; In damp sheets he laid ’em, ’cos he thought they’d catch cold; They both caught the measles, and the whooping cough, And he prayed every night that it would take em off, But they got over that, and all other disease Vich kids mostly have--which it didn’t him please; So to cook the poor babbies, he thought on a plan, For their nunky he vos such a vicked old man. Their nunky he vos, etc. He hired two barbers vot vos both out of vork, To take the two babbies to Norwood to burk, Now ven they got there, they altered their minds-- They both cut their sticks--left their babbies behind. They wandered about, did these infants so good They ate all the blackberries that growed in the wood, Vith hips, haws, and sloes, their bellies did cram, Through their nunky who vos such a vicked old man, Their nunky he vos, etc.