If you’ve ’tecs on your track there’s but foppence to pay, You can set in the kitching the ’ole of the day, Smoke your clay, brile your bloater, or swill down the booze, While you reads o’ your deeds in the _Hecko_ or _Noos_, An’ you splits the bone buttons right orf of your west Wen they brings you the word of your latest harrest; An’ you larfs till the water runs out of your heyes Wen you thinks of the slops goin’ round in disguise, And the ’andsome reward as no cully won’t reap, ’Cept some pal blows the gaff in the Garden o’ Sleep! Sleep! sleep! for the slops we’re too deep! Sleep, my dossy ones, sleep! Once a swell come a-slummin’ in second-’and slops, And my pal, which is William, the needle ’e cops, And ’e twigged ’im a-takin’ down notes on the sly, An’ arranged for to cure ’im o’ doin’ Poll Pry; For ’e kep’ on a-sniffin’ and saying, “Ho, dear! There’s a state o’ things ’ighly deplorable ’ere!” An’ ’e cussed at the blankits, which all was ’is spite, As the gent as ’ad used ’em since Wensday fortnite Was a gifted an’ ’ighly respectable sweep, As is werry well known in the Garden o’ Sleep! Sleep! sleep! A respectable sweep! Sleep, my dossy ones, sleep! Then my pal an’ me pulls that there swell out o’ bed, An’ we gets a young lady to set on ’is ’ead, An’ we searches ’is pockets and collars the mags, Takes ’is coat an’ ’is weskit, and also ’is bags, An’ we tenderly pitches ’im out in the street, Where ’e is copped by the bobby as b’longs to the beat; An’ we watches an’ watches, but watchin’ is wain, ’Cos that swell ’e won’t never try slummin’ again, As a fine for disorderly drunks gets ’im cheap Orf that night as ’e spent in the Garden o’ Sleep! Sleep! sleep! Two ’arf bulls does it cheap! Sleep, my dossy ones, sleep! _Judy._ November 28, 1888. ROBERT BROWNING. In dealing with Parodies of the works of living authors, the chief difficulty to contend with is, that some of the parodies may read rather flat and uninteresting to those who are unacquainted with the original poem. Such familiar poems as Lord Tennyson’s “May Queen,” or “Lady Clara Vere-de-Vere,” it would of course be quite unnecessary to reprint, but now that more modern poems are under consideration it is desirable to give such of the originals as can be inserted, with the authors’ express permission. Hitherto the necessary authority has been gracefully accorded, and, in several instances, supplemented by valuable bibliographical information. Thus showing that some of the leading poets of the day recognise the value of this Collection as a literary record, and fully appreciate the strict line that is drawn to exclude vulgar, personal, or malicious lampoons.