Now Jerry's become a Fancy blade, To Jackson's he often goes, And to shew his skill in the milling trade, He crack'd poor Logick's nose. CUT V.--TOM AND JERRY AT A FORTUNE-TELLER'S. [Illustration] Here lives a Fortune-Telling Gipsy, Wrinkled, crabbed, grim and old; And Tom and Jerry's fancy ladies Are gone to get their Fortunes told. CUT VI.--BEGGAR'S OPERA. TOM, JERRY, AND LOGICK AMONG THE CADGERS IN THE HOLY LAND. [Illustration] Now to keep up the spree, Tom, Jerry and Logick, Went disguis'd to the Slums in the Holy Land; Through each crib and each court, they hunted for sport, Till they came to the BEGGAR'S OPERA so named. CUT VII.--NIGHT SCENE.--TOM AND JERRY UPSETTING THE CHARLEYS. [Illustration] Hark! the watchman springs his rattle, Now the midnight lark's begun; Boxes crashing, lanthorns smashing, Mill the Charleys--oh! what fun. CUT VIII.--BROUGHT BEFORE THE MAGISTRATES. [Illustration] An' please your Worship here's three fellows Been hammering of us all about; Broke our boxes, lanthorns, smellers, And almost clos'd our peepers up. CUT IX.--TOM, JERRY, AND LOGICK IN A ROW. [Illustration] Mercy! what a din and clatter Breaks the stillness of the night, Lamps do rattle--'tis a battle, Quick, and let us see the sight. CUT X.--SCENE IN A GIN-SHOP. [Illustration] Here some are tumbling and jumping in, And some are staggering out; One's pawn'd her smock for a quartern of gin, Another, her husband's coat. CUT XI.--POOR LOGICK IN THE FLEET. [Illustration] All in the Fleet poor Logick's moor'd His swaggering's now at an end! CUT XII.--JERRY GOING BACK TO THE COUNTRY. [Illustration] Three merry boys were Logick, Tom and Jerry, And many funny larks they have seen; Farewell, gay London, the country calls me home again, The coach moves on--the play is done--Goodbye, Goodbye. _Quod._ JAS. C-N-H, March 23, 1822. How delightful Pierce Egan's book was to the youths of England, and how eagerly all its promised feasts of pleasure were devoured by them, Thackeray has told us in his "Roundabout Papers--DE JUVENTUTE" in the "Cornhill Magazine" for October, 1860. * * * * * Mr., afterwards Sir William Cubitt, of Ipswich, erected a treadmill at Brixton Gaol, and soon afterwards in other large prisons. A street ballad on the subject was issued from the "Catnach Press" and had a most unprecedented sale, keeping the pressmen and boys working for weeks-- "And we're all treading at fam'd Brixton Mill." The treadmill--that "terror to evil doers"--excited much attention, and the inventor's name gave rise to many jokes on the subject among such of the prisoners as could laugh at their own crimes, who said they were punished by the _cubit_!. THE TREADMILL.