'How noble and good and kind you are To come to Victor A. Plunkett's Bazaar. Please buy as much as you can bear, For the sufferer needs all you can possibly spare. I know you are sure to take his part, Because you have such a noble heart.' Mrs. Leslie got: 'The rose is red, the violet's blue, The lily's pale, and so are you. Or would be if you had seen him fall Off the top of the ladder so tall. Do buy as much as you can stand, And lend the poor a helping hand.' Lord Tottenham, though, only got one of the old ones, and it happened to be the 'Wreck of the _Malabar_.' He was an admiral once. But he liked it. He is a nice old gentleman, but people do say he is 'excentric.' Father got a poem that said: 'Please turn your eyes round in their sockets, And put both your hands in your pockets; Your eyes will show you things so gay, And I hope you'll find enough in your pockets to pay For the things you buy. Good-bye!' And he laughed and seemed pleased; but when Mrs. Morrison, Albert's mother, got that poem about the black beetle that was poisoned she was not so pleased, and she said it was horrid, and made her flesh creep. You know the poem. It says: 'Oh, beetle, how I weep to see Thee lying on thy poor back: It is so very sad to see You were so leggy and black. I wish you were crawling about alive again, But many people think this is nonsense and a shame.' Noel _would_ recite, no matter what we said, and he stood up on a chair, and everyone, in their blind generousness, paid sixpence to hear him. It was a long poem of his own about the Duke of Wellington, and it began: 'Hail, faithful leader of the brave band Who went to make Napoleon understand He couldn't have everything his own way. We taught him this on Waterloo day.' I heard that much; but then he got so upset and frightened no one could hear anything till the end, when it says: 'So praise the heroes of Waterloo, And let us do our duty like they had to do.' Everyone clapped very much, but Noel was so upset he nearly cried, and Mrs. Leslie said: 'Noel, I'm feeling as pale as a lily again! Take me round the garden to recover myself.' She was as red as usual, but it saved Noel from making a young ass of himself. And we got seventeen shillings and sixpence by his reciting. So that was all right.