A Squeak from Dean's Yard.

Mind your P's and Q's.

[These are the verses which the Honourable Scrawls wrote to his Leonora, when he had perfected his running hand in "Six lessons from the Flying Pen."]

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FIRST VERSE.

sqeaktomemy Leonora !

O

SqeakacrosstheStormydeep,

Wherethewhitebaitandthelobster

Andtheyarmouthbloatersleep

Throughathousand leaguesofwater

Thatsoftvoiceshallcometome—

Sqeak of Loveoh Leonora !

Andbidmesqeaktothee.

SECOND VERSE.

Scarceaweekandfromhiscountry

WillreluctantScrawlshavefled,

Squinningoffto Pragueor Pekin

Orbesquinhimselfinstead :

O,ifthroughrelentless Ryan

Cold Dean's-Yardmygravemustbe

SqeakstillsqeakofLoveLeonora,

And I'llsqeak backtothee.

(Third, and remaining hundred and twenty-five verses, ille

gible.)

Exexolor!

HE shades of night had fallen (at last!)
When from the Eagle Tavern pass'd

A youth, who bore, in manual vice,

A pot of something monstrous nice-
XX-oh lor!

His brow was bad:-his young eye scann'd

The frothing flagon in his hand,

And like a gurgling streamlet sprung

The accents to that thirsty tongue,

XX-oh lor!

In happy homes he saw them grub
On stout, and oysters from a tub,-
The dismal gas-lights gleam'd without,
And from his lips escap'd a shout,

"XX! oh lor!"

"Young man," the Sage observ'd, "just stay, "And let me dip my beak, I say,

"The pewter is deep, and I am dry!"—

"Perceiv'st thou verdure in my eye?

XX? oh lor!"

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Oh stop," the maiden cried, "and lend "Thy beery burden here, my friend-" Th' unbidden tear regretful rose,

But still his thumb tip sought his nose;

"XX ?-oh lor!!"

"Beware the gutter at thy feet!

"Beware the Dragons of the street!

"Beware lest thirsty Bob you meet!"

This was the ultimate remark ;

A voice replied far thro' the dark,

"XX! oh lor!"

That night, by watchmen on their round,

The person in a ditch was found;

Still grasping in his manual vice

That pot-once fill'd with something nice.