_Jem B._ (_loq._) Vell now! that's vot I calls wery tidy vork! Bob and a tanner for seven doors ain't none so dusty, blow me! Summat better this 'ere than orkin' "'All the new and popilar songs of the day for a penny!" Vot miserable vork that vos to be sure! I vos allays a cryin' about the streets, "Here y' are--one 'undered and fifty on 'em pootily bound in a Monster Song Book for a penny!--Here's '_Ran-ta-rar-roopy-ay!'--'Mary, they 'ave raised my Screw'--'Sling yer 'ook, yer 've got no oof, John.'--'Snide Sammy courted Sally Brown'--'On the Banks of the yaller Lea.'--'Chummies! Chummies!'--'Fanny Tooney'--'The Man who ran the Muglumberer's Building Society'--'Dandy Dan, the Whelk Man, and 'is Donah'--'He vos famed for gargling Fizz'--'His there a Lip vot never Lapped?'--'A Life on the Lotion-Lay'--'If I 'ad a Monkey on, vouldn't I go!'--'Down to the Derby vith a Shallow and a Moke'--'Oh, say not Modern Art is Sold'_--for the small charge of a penny!" I dessay I might ha' been at that there callin' to this werry day, if it hadn't been for BOSKY BILL. I shall never forget BOSKY BILL'S a-sayin' to me--says he, "I say, JEM BAGGS, vy don't yer take to the singin' line?" "Cos I sings vorser than 'The Big Bounce,'" says I. "Vorser!" says he, "Vhy so much the betterer!" "Woice ain't vanted," says he, "only leather and brass. Leather for yer lungs, and brass for yer face, and there yer are, in the 'Alls or out on 'em." "But 'ow about them Bye-Laws, BILLY?" says I. "Bye-Laws be bust!" says he, scornful. "_Who's to henforce 'em?_ Westries and County Councils can't. Bobbies--bless 'em!--_von't_," says he. "So there yer are, JEM BAGGS!" In course I tvigged. Vith my woice _and_ a vistle, sez I, they'll villingly give a tanner to git rid of me! And they _do_! Oh, _I_ know the walley of peace and qvietness, and never moves hon hunder sixpence! (_Looking up at the house._) But I know as there's a hartist covey lives 'ere. Notice-plate says, "Mister TAMBOUR is _hout_." Valker! I know vot that means. I thinks as how he'll run to a shilling. Anyhow, I'll kick him for a bob. [_He strikes up, taking care to make as much noise at possible._ 'Tis hof a great Council in London doth dvell; Jest vot they are arter 'tvould floor me to tell. They're qvite a young body--not seving years old-- But they've spent a large fortin in silver and go-o-old. Singing, Ills ve vill cure all on the Sosherlist lay. As the Council vere a sitting in their Chamber von day, The Westry come to them, and thus it did say:-- "Ve're off to the Home Sec., street shindies to stay, So put on your toppers, and come vith hus, pray!" Singing, &c. "Nay, Westry," said the Council, "your vish is declined, To co-operate (at present) ve can't make up our mind; Our Bye-Laws the Bobbies von't enforce. 'Tis a bore! But the Public must bear it just a year or two more!" Singing, &c.