From a 'apenny bunch o' wallflower, or a penny plarnt o' musk.

Wot do _you_ think? Bless yer 'earts, gents, I wos down some
months ago
With a bout o' the rheumatics, and 'ad got so precious low
I wos sent by some good ladies, wot acrost me chanced to come--
Bless their kindness!--to a 'evvin called a Convalescent 'Ome.

Phew! Wen I come back to Rats' Rents, 'ow I sickened of its smells,
Arter all them trees and 'ayfields, and them laylocks and
blue-bells,
And sometimes I think--pertikler when I'm nabbed by them old pains--
Wot a proper world it might be if it weren't for dirt and drains.

Who's to blame for Dirt? Yer washups, praps it ain't for me to say,
But--I don't think there'd be much of it if 'twasn't made to _pay_!
_Who_ does it pay? The Renters or the Rented? I've no doubt
When you spot _who_ cops the Slum-swag--wy, yer won't be so fur out!

[Footnote 1: _Landlordism_, by HENRY LAZARUS.]

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WRIGHT AND WRONG.

"We are getting on by leaps and bounds," remarked Mr. WILDEY WEIGHT,
during a recent case. Whereat there was "laughter." But Mr. HORACE
BROWNE, for Plaintiff, "objected to remarks of this kind." Then Mr.
Justice COLLINS begged Mr. W. WRIGHT "not to make such picturesque
interjections." Later on, Mr. HORACE BROWNE said to a Witness (whose