nks the bitter cup of grief.

In vain the sigh, in vain the tear,
Compassion never enters here;
But justice clanks her iron chain,
And calls forth shame, remorse, and pain.

The situation, in which the last plate exhibited our wretched female,
was sufficiently degrading, but in this, her misery is greatly
aggravated. We now see her suffering the chastisement due to her
follies; reduced to the wretched alternative of beating hemp, or
receiving the correction of a savage task-master. Exposed to the
derision of all around, even her own servant, who is well acquainted
with the rules of the place, appears little disposed to show any return
of gratitude for recent obligations, though even her shoes, which she
displays while tying up her garter, seem by their gaudy outside to have
been a present from her mistress. The civil discipline of the stern
keeper has all the severity of the old school. With the true spirit of
tyranny, he sentences those who will not labour to the whipping-post, to
a kind of picketing suspension by the wrists, or having a heavy log
fastened to their leg. With the last of these punishments he at this
moment threatens the heroine of our story, nor is it likely that his
obduracy can be softened except by a well applied fee. How dreadful, how
mortifying the situation! These accumulated evils might perhaps produce
a momentary remorse, but a return to the path of virtue is not so easy
as a departure from it.

To show that neither the dread, nor endurance, of the severest
punishment, will deter from the perpetration of crimes, a one-eyed
female, close to the keeper, is picking a pocket. The torn card may
probably be dropped by the well-dressed gamester, who has exchanged the
dice-box for the mallet, and whose laced hat is hung up as a companion
trophy to the hoop-petticoat.

One of the girls appears scarcely in her teens. To the disgrace of our
police, these unfortunate little wanderers are still suffered to take
their nocturnal rambles in the most public streets of the metropolis.
What heart, so void of sensibility, as not to heave a pitying sigh at
their deplorable situation? Vice is not confined to colour, for a black
woman is ludicrously exhibited, as suffering the penalty of those
frailties, which are imagined peculiar to the fair.

The figure chalked as dangling upon the wall, with a pipe in his mouth,
is intended as a caricatured portrait of Sir John Gonson, and probably
the pro