I only get one meal a day,
And that one meal--oh, God!--my tea;
I'm wasting silently away,
But I have NOT _forgotten thee_!
My days are drawing to their end--
I've now, alas! no end in view;
I never had a real friend--
I wear a worn-out black _surtout_,
My heart is darken'd o'er with woe,
My trousers whiten'd at the knee,
My boot forgets to hide my toe--
But I have NOT _forgotten thee_!
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MATERNAL SOLICITUDE.
The business habits of her gracious Majesty have long been the theme of
admiration with her loving subjects. A further proof of her attention to
general affairs, and consideration for the accidents of the future, has
occurred lately. The lodge at Frogmore, which was, during the lifetime of
Queen Charlotte, an out-of-town nursery for little highnesses, has been
constructed (by command of the Queen) into a Royal Eccalleobion for a
similar purpose.
[Illustration: FAMILIES SUPPLIED.]
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WIT WITHOUT MONEY:
OR, HOW TO LIVE UPON NOTHING.
BY VAMPYRE HORSELEECH, ESQ
CHAPTER II.
"A clever fellow, that Horseleech!" "When Vampyre is once drawn out, what a
great creature it is!" These, and similar ecstatic eulogiums, have I
frequently heard murmured forth from muzzy mouths into tinged and tingling
ears, as I have been leaving a company of choice spirits.
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