tragedies.

Weary legislators envy still more weary _chaperons_;--
Much they know the truth who deem them of Society the drones;--
All the maidens are _ennuyées_, vow they "can't do anymore,"
All the gilded youth are yawning--everything's a horrid bore.

Hearken then, ye youths and maidens, favoured Children of the West,
East and South and North are children, who are hungering for rest.
They have never seen the country, never heard the streamlet flow:
London pavements, London darkness, London squalor,--these they know.

Not for them to range the moorland, or to climb the mountain-side;
They must linger on in London, till the grave their sorrows hide.
From year's end to dreary year's end they must pace the noisy
street.
Do you hear the ceaseless echo of their weary, weary feet?

Just one day without your wine, Sir! Madam, just one ribbon less,
And one wearied child in London from afar your name will bless.
Think, ere now you seek your boredom in fresh pleasure-draughts to
drown,
Three or four benighted Millions still are left behind in Town!

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GENERAL OPINION ON APPOINTMENT OF NEW CHAIRMAN OF THE BOARD OF INLAND
REVENUE.--"MILNER's Safe."

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