[Illustration] The mischievous Raven flew laughing away; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! And vowed he would serve them the same the next day; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEX Mrs MARY BLAIZE R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS] AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX MRS. MARY BLAIZE. BY DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. [Illustration] Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word---- [Illustration] [Illustration] _From those_ [Illustration] _who spoke her praise._ [Illustration] The needy seldom pass’d her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor---- [Illustration] [Illustration] _Who left_ [Illustration] _a pledge behind._ [Illustration] [Illustration] She strove the neighbourhood to please With manners wondrous winning; And never follow’d wicked ways---- [Illustration] [Illustration] _Unless when she was sinning._ [Illustration] At church, in silks and satins new, With hoop of monstrous size, She never slumber’d in her pew---- [Illustration] [Illustration] _But when she shut her eyes._ [Illustration] [Illustration] Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The King himself has follow’d her-- [Illustration] [Illustration] _When she has walk’d before._ [Illustration] But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short-all: The Doctors found, when she was dead-- _Her last disorder mortal._ [Illustration] Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more,-- _She had not died to-day._ [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration: The GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS. GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS] THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF. [Illustration] [Illustration] So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf [Illustration] to make [Illustration] an apple-pie; [Illustration] [Illustration] and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. [Illustration] What! no soap? [Illustration] So he died, [Illustration] and she very imprudently married the Barber: [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] and there were present [Illustration] the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, [Illustration] [Illustration] and the Garyulies, [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] and the great Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top; [Illustration] [Illustration] and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can, [Illustration] till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots. [Illustration] [Illustration]