Then Sammy for the Doctor ran— At least he told 'em so. He went: but as for coming back, Alas! it was "no go." And when at last poor Sue got home, As pale as any lily, She found a letter from John Budd: And thus ran Johnny's billy:— "I seed you get into the 'bus, To be another's wife: And so resolved to go and end My wegetable life. I've tuk an ounce of pois'nous stuff; And when these lines you see, Dear Susan, I shall be no more— Alas!— Your humble B—." JUNE [1838 THE MARTYRDOM OF ST. PAUL'S. Oh, Charity! celestial _dame_!—I cannot call thee _maid_, While ev'ry year thy children clear make such a grand parade. Ah! 'tis a glorious sight to see thy little pauper brats Parade the streets of _Baby_lon like demi-drowned rats. Before the sun's begun to run, they're startled from their nest, And by their anxious mothers in the parish fin'ry dressed; And how those mothers' hearts must leap with gratitude to see Their offspring all so nicely clothed in that smart livery! The girls all clad in worsted gowns, mob caps, and aprons white, Like Lilliputian grandmothers,—a venerable sight: The boys in pretty blanket coats of green or brick-dust red, With tawny leather breeches, and a thrum cap on their head; And then that splendid pewter badge, worth all the rest beside; No medal worn by hero could inspire more honest pride. While to the neighbours they're a mark of pleasant observation, How must their happy mothers bless a parish education! It is so very handy too, when in a crowd they're brawling, To pick them out so easily, and save a world of bawling.