First is a Sonnet accompanying the cut "Infantry at Mess."

"Sweets to the sweet--farewell."--_Hamlet._


Time was I liked a cheesecake well enough;
All human children have a sweetish tooth--
I used to revel in a pie or puff,
Or tart--we all are _tarters_ in our youth;
To meet with jam or jelly was good luck,
All candies most complacently I cramped.
A stick of liquorice was good to suck,
And sugar was as often liked as lumped;
On treacle's "linked sweetness long drawn out,"
Or honey, I could feast like any fly,
I thrilled when lollipops were hawk'd about,
How pleased to compass hardbake or bull's eye,
How charmed if fortune in my power cast,
Elecampane--but that campaign is past.

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"Picking his way," belongs to a day (April 17) in a "Scrape Book,"
with the motto of "Luck's all:"

"17th. Had my eye pick'd out by a pavior, who was _axing_ his
way, he didn't care where. Sent home in a hackney-chariot that
upset. Paid Jarvis a sovereign for a shilling. My luck all
over!"