Volume 101 — TO MY LORD ADDINGTON.

Lord ADDINGTON, most wonderful Of people-pleasing peers, You certainly contrived to raise "Enthusiastic cheers." The villagers come flocking in From all the country through, To hear Your Lordship speak his mind And tell them what to do. You did it well, you told them how You'd have them understand A lucky chance has made you own A quantity of land. Though very fond of shooting, yet Your love of shooting stops At letting rabbits have their way At decimating crops. And so, if you a labourer were, (The which of course you're not), And saw a rabbit in your ground A-nibbling—on the spot You'd go for him with spade or fork, At which, so it appears, There rang throughout the crowded room "Enthusiastic cheers." A Peer's advice is always good, So doubtless they will grab it,— But no one will be happier than The cabbage-nibbling rabbit!

Oh, into our domestic pipes They crawl and creep by stealth, The gruesome creatures known unto An Officer of Health! Harken to him of Bermondsey, Think what his murmurings teach, "The water seemed quite limpid, but— It did contain a Leech!" The service-pipe was sound and good In the Jamaica Road; The cistern there had harboured ne'er Microbe, or newt, or toad; No clearer water softly laved A coral island beach; So thought the householder, until— He found that awful Leech! Perchance he was a temperance foe To alcoholic drink, And from all dalliance with Bung Did scrupulously shrink. Yet now to forms of fluid sin He'll cotton, all and each; He does not like such liquors, but— Prefers them to a Leech! Our pipes will not be pipes of peace If such things hap, I trow; And as for Water Trusts, 'tis hard To trust in water now. Oh, Co. of Southwark and Vauxhall, We ratepayers beseech, Double your filtering charges, but— Remove the loathly Leech!