_Mr. Bill_. Ah! you see you ain't never got _in_. But me, his old pardner and pal! It's a shame, and a sin! He's throwed lots of cold water of late. I am blowed if I likes His wobbleyfied views about Payment of Members, and Strikes. And then that HOOD bizness! Long rigmarole--cheered by the Tories! I fear it's all Ikybod now with our G.O.M.'s glories. _Miss Suffrage_. I never _quite_ liked him--at heart. Mrs. FAWCETT, _she_ warned me. _Mr. Bill_. Well, now, I _did_ love him! You see, he so buttered and yarned me; And now--he won't see me! O WILLYUM, I carn't understand it. _Miss Suffrage_. I've asked him politely this time. P'raps next time I'll _demand_ it. Unsex me? Aha! I am willing to wager Stonehenge To a pebble, when canvassing's wanted, I'll have my revenge! _Mr. Bill_. And though he seems cocksure the Gen'l Election he'll win, Maybe if he's _out_ to me always, _he_ may not get _in_! [_Exeunt._ _Grand Old Voice_ (_within_). Look nasty! Now have I done wisely this time--on reflection? One must be so careful--"in view of the General Election!" * * * * * RECOLLECTIONS OF (COCKNEY) "ARABIAN" DAYS AND NIGHTS. [Mr. MONTAGU WILLIAMS, Q.C., is about to publish, in the pages of _Household Words_, a series of descriptive articles, embodying his more than Wellerishly "extensive and peculiar" knowledge of London, and entitled "Round London, Down East, Up West."] When the breeze of romance in my youth blew free, "A Welcome Guest" I was wont to see. It was a right good time with me, A joyful, book-devouring time. Far about London I was borne, From night to night, from morn to morn; From Street to Park, from Tower to Dock. I was conveyed "Twice Round the Clock." True Sala-ite was I and sworn, For it was in the golden prime Of graphic GEORGE AUGUSTUS: And now I find me revelling through A magazine of saffron hue, Called "_Sala's Journal_," and I swim Once more in London's rushing tide, Piloted as of old by him Through "London Up to Date." With pride, I own I have a goodly time, For still it seems the golden prime Of graphic GEORGE AUGUSTUS. But many another since my youth The streets of Babylon hath trod, With a statistic measuring-rod, Or philanthropic gauge. In sooth There was GEORGE SIMS, there is CHARLES BOOTH. We now search out the Social Truth; A goodly plan, in the old time Foreshadowed in the golden prime Of worthy HENRY MAYHEW.