Part 4 — A DAY'S PLEASURE.—No. I.

THE JOURNEY OUT.

"It's werry hot, but werry pleasant."

SAYS Mrs. Sibson to her spouse "The days is hot and fair; I think 'twould do the children good To get a little hair! "For ve've been moping here at home And nothin' seen o' life; Vhile neighbor Jones he takes his jaunts O' Sundays vith his vife!" "Vell! vell! my dear," quoth Mr. S____ "Let's hear vot you purpose; I'm al'ays ready to comply, As you, my love, vell knows. "I'll make no bones about the cost; You knows I never stick About a trifle to amuse, So, dearest Pol, be quick." "Vhy, this is it:—I think ve might To Hornsey have a day; Maria, Peg, and Sal, and Bet Ve'd pack into a 'chay.' "Our Jim and Harry both could valk, (God bless their little feet!) The babby in my arms I'd take— I'm sure 'twould be a treat;" Quoth he: "I am unanimous!" And so the day was fix'd; And forth they started in good trim, Tho' not with toil umnix'd. Across his shoulders Sibson bore A basket with the "grub," And to the "chay" perform'd the "horse," Lest Mrs. S____ should snub. Apollo smiled!—that is, the sun Blazed in a cloudless sky, And Sibson soon was in a "broil" By dragging of his "fry." Says S____, "My love, I'm dry as dust!" When she replied, quite gay, "Then, drink; for see I've bottled up My spirits for the day." And from the basket drew a flask, And eke a footless glass; He quaff'd the drink, and cried, "Now, dear, I'm strong as ____" let that pass! At last they reach'd the destined spot And prop and babes unpacked; They ran about, and stuff'd, and cramm'd, And really nothing lack'd. And Sibson, as he "blew a cloud," Declared, "It vos a day!" And vow'd that he would come again— Then call'd for "Vot's to pay?"