28 JUNE 1884, Page 14

THE MUDLARK.

"Winn yer sacrifice a copper ?" cried an Arab to a /leak, And the little devil threw a dozen cartwheels as he spoke ; 'Twos at the very workhouse gate, this piece of precious cheek, And the pauper mad-bespattered that magisterial bloke.

That Beak was eke a Guardian : then, as a cat a mouse, So glared he on the ragged child ; with hot official zeal Enlarged on education, and offered him the House,— " Won't yer sacrifice a copper ?" and he threw another wheeL

No colleague there to tell that Beak what he had best be at! No wise relieving officer, no master, and no clerk ! Did he do his bounden duty, and quad the beggar brat ?

Or sacrifice ? Well, History prefers to keep it dark. M.