The Moral. Liner. /i>Up the spout and Charley Wag_ = expressions of dispersal. Line 2. _Wipes_ = handkerchiefs. _Tickers_ = watches. Line 3. _Squeezer_ = halter. _Scrag_ = neck. _"Tottie"_ _A Plank-Bed Ballad_ and _The Rondeau of the Knock_ G. R. Sims ("Dagonet") needs little introduction to present-day readers. Born in London in 1847, he was educated at Harwell College, and afterwards at Bonn. He joined the staff of _Fun_ on the death of Tom Hood the younger in 1874, and _The Weekly Despatch_ the same year. Since 1877 he has been a contributor to _The Referee_ under the pseudonym of "Dagonet". A voluminous miscellaneous writer, dramatist, poet, and novelist, M. Sims shows yet no diminution of his versatility and power. _Wot Cher!_ _Our Little Nipper_ and _The Coster's Serenade_ Albert Chevalier, a "coster poet", music-hall artist, and musician of French extraction was born in Hammersmith. He is a careful, competent actor of minor parts, and sings his own little ditties extremely well. APPENDIX THERE are still one or two "waifs and strays" to be mentioned:-- I. In _Don Juan_, canto XI, stanzas xvii--xix, Byron thus describes one of his _dramatis personæ_. Poor Tom was once a kiddy upon town, A thorough varmint and a real swell... Full flash, all fancy, until fairly diddled, His pockets first, and then his body riddled. * * * * * He from the world had cut off a great man Who in his time had made heroic bustle. Who in a row like Tom could lead the van, Booze in the ken, or in the spellken hustle? Who queer a flat? Who (spite of Bow Street's ban) On the high-toby-splice so flash the muzzle? Who on a lark, with Black-eyed Sal (his blowing) So prime, so swell, so nutty, and so knowing? In a note Byron says, "The advance of science and of language has rendered it unnecessary to translate the above good and true English, spoken in its original purity by the select mobility and their patrons. The following is the stanza of a song which was very popular, at least in my early days:--" ("If there be any German so ignorant as to require a traduction, I refer him to my old friend and corporeal pastor and master John Jackson, Esq., Professor of Pugilism.") On the high toby splice flash the muzzle In spite of each gallows old scout; If you at the spellken can't hustle You'll be hobbled in making a clout. Then your blowing will wax gallows haughty, When she hears of your scaly mistake She'll surely turn snitch for the forty-- That her Jack may be regular weight.