But while these Publicans abound, (Young gentleman, take warning!) But twelve men Soda-water make To sober you next morning! And as for Sinners—bills are "done" In public by twice twenty— The number's small—but if correct, E'en then we've more than plenty! So Malthus and Macculloch both, Pray rise and save the nation! Of bill discounters sure we have An over-Population! Of Tailors we in thousands count Six score and something over— Of these some drive a roaring trade, And live, 'tis said, in clover; But some, I fear, are victimized, And paid upon a plan, sir, As if nine tailors really were But equal to a man, sir! 'Tis hoped, indeed, their present state Is but one of probation, For, surely, of the under paid— There's over-Population! But naming every class that throng Our country and our cities, Would occupy, I fear, too long, And need a dozen ditties. So many Bootmakers—and yet So many people bootless! So many Clergymen—and yet So many sermons fruitless! I fear, indeed, howe'er we laud The grandeur of the nation, Of poverty and crime we have An over-Population! The "Independent" are returned, But nothing said of toadies— And there appears an item which A very heavy load is; We've twenty thousand (rather more) Of Doctors, all in action— And surely we should view this as A common benefaction; For more than eighteen millions now Survive within the nation, And without doctors think how great Would be the Population. OUR PET THIEF. In making some inquiries relative to the state of the criminal population, my husband found it necessary to visit a low lodging-house, the abode of thieves and pickpockets. He there became acquainted with "Dan," and (from his returning some money that was given him to change) took such a fancy to him, that he determined to try whether the lad, who had resisted the temptation (for he could have gone off with the money with great ease), could not—if taken from his wretched and demoralizing associates—be induced to withstand all other temptations.