The streets of London, in the reigns of Queen Anne and Georges I. and II., were infested with all sorts of paupers, vagabonds, impostors, and common adventurers; and many, who otherwise might be considered real objects of charity, by their disgusting manners and general appearance in public places, rather merited the interference of the parish beadles, and the discipline of Bridewell, than the countenance and encouragement of such persons as mostly congregated around common street exhibitions. One-eyed Granny and Blind Jack were particular nuisances to the neighbourhoods in which the first practised her mad-drunk gambols, and the latter his beastly manner of performing on the flageolet. John Keiling, alias _Blind Jack_, having the misfortune to lose his sight, thought of a strange method to insure himself a livelihood. He was constitutionally a hale, robust fellow, without any complaint, saving blindness, and having learnt to play a little on the flageolet, he conceived a notion that, by performing on that instrument in a different way to that generally practised, he should render himself more noticed by the public, and be able to levy larger contributions on their pockets. The manner of _Blind Jack's_ playing the flageolet was by obtruding the mouthpiece of the instrument up one of his nostrils, and, by long custom, he could produce as much wind as most others with their lips into the pipe; but the continued contortion and gesticulation of his muscles and countenance rendered him an object of derision and disgust, as much as that of charity and commiseration. THE YORKSHIRE TIKE. Ah iz i truth a country youth, Neean us'd teea Lunnon fashions; Yet vartue guides, an' still presides, Ower all mah steps an' passions. Neea coortly leear, bud all sincere, Neea bribe shall ivver blinnd me, If thoo can like a Yorkshire tike, A rooague thoo'll nivver finnd me. Thof envy's tung, seea slimlee hung, Wad lee aboot oor country, Neea men o' t' eearth booast greter wurth, Or mare extend ther boounty. Oor northern breeze wi' uz agrees, An' does for wark weel fit uz; I' public cares, an' all affairs, Wi' honour we acquit uz. Seea gret a moind is ne'er confiand, Tu onny shire or nation; They geean meeast praise weea weel displays A leearned iddicasion. Whahl rancour rolls i' lahtle souls, By shallo views dissarning, They're nobbut wise 'at awlus prize Gud manners, sense, and leearnin. TWO OF THE FATHERS ON FALSE HAIR.