uring that which they never mete.
Making good losses themselves should stand,
And rebuilding here and there a street,
Were the pretexts alleged by the worthy band.

Even the load that a donkey draws,
These fellows do tax, and tithe, and toll,
Twenty miles around London Town; by laws
Through Parliament slipped by sly KING COAL.

Picking and filching, this cruel King
First on all coals that were sea-borne preyed;
Next upon such as canal did bring,
Then on those by QUEEN'S highway and rail conveyed.

Twenty fair miles as the road did wind,
He levied the tax in time gone by;
But the Commons his art contrived to blind,
And the distance is now as crow doth fly.

Drawback His Majesty granteth not
Twenty good tons on a weight below;
And the boiling of every humble pot
The old fellow doth render the dearer so.

CRUEL KING COAL doth feed and stuff,
Revel and riot in each man's scuttle;
Eat and drink when he's more than full enough,
Cram, guzzle, and gorge, and swill, and guttle.

CRUEL KING COAL shall we suffer more
To blow himself out by extortion dire?
Shall we let him continue to starve the poor
By the tax that he takes from their bit of fire?

* * * * *

MRS. JANE GIMLET TO MRS. JUDITH PUNCH.

"_Yeast Lain, Grinnidge, seckund November, hatingfiftethre._

"MEDDAM,

"Haskin parding for the libbaty hime takin, I opes u will use yer
influenzer with yer husband, wich its wot hevery lorful marred oman ort
to ave tho they do say he use u shameful in publick, but ave no dout he
gets his clippins at ome, and get him to print my letter wich I here
some vartuous pussons wants us to ave a day of fastin an hewmilliashun,
as a purwentive to the collerher, tho my husban hoo is a plane man, in
respek of bein a carpingter by trade, but can rede an rite, did see in
the papers that the workin classes ort to ave a plane and modderit dyeit
in these times. Now Meddam I ham a pore oman, with siks children an a
husban not over strong on account of workin twelve hours a day on wun
mele, an hime sure hever sins I leff REVEREND SLOCUM SMITH'S were I
lived coke at fiften pund a yere, tee and shewgar fund an all
parkisites, ceptin follerhers alloud, I ave never none wot it is to be
without a happetite, wich if hany one thinks it a blessin, Ide giv em
mine hany day and thankful too, for a lofe of bred. Likeaways would JON.