By W—ll—m C—wp—r. br 'Tis evening. See with its resorting throng br Rude Carfax teems, and waistcoats, visited br With too-familiar elbow, swell the curse br Vortiginous. The boating man returns, br His rawness growing with experience— br Strange union! and directs the optic glass br Not unresponsive to Jemima's charms, br Who wheels obdurate, in his mimic chaise br Perambulant, the child. The gouty cit, br Asthmatical, with elevated cane br Pursues the unregarding tram, as one br Who, having heard a hurdy-gurdy, girds br His loins and hunts the hurdy-gurdy-man, br Blaspheming. Now the clangorous bell proclaims br The Times or Chronicle, and Rauca screams br The latest horrid murder in the ear br Of nervous dons expectant of the urn br And mild domestic muffin. br To the Parks br Drags the slow Ladies' School, consuming time br In passing given points. Here glow the lamps, br And tea-spoons clatter to the cosy hum br Of scientific circles. Here resounds br The football-field with its discordant train, br The crowd that cheers but not discriminates, br As ever into touch the ball returns br And shrieks the whistle, while the game proceeds br With fine irregularity well worth br The paltry shilling.— br Draw the curtains close br While I resume the night-cap dear to all br Familiar with my illustrated works.