very cradle. Poor Noah! he was all but killed, ma'am, when I came in."

"Ah, poor fellow!" said Mrs. Sowerberry, looking piteously on the charity-boy.

Noah, whose top waistcoat-button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Oliver's head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some very audible tears and

sniffs.

"What's to be done!" exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry. "Your master's not at home,—there's not a man in the house,—and he'll kick that door down in ten minutes." Oliver's vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question rendered this occurrence highly probable.

"Dear, dear! I don't know, ma'am," said Charlotte, "unless we send for the police-officers."

"Or the millingtary," suggested Mr. Claypole.

"No, no," said Mrs. Sowerberry, bethinking herself of Oliver's old friend; "run to Mr. Bumble, Noah, and tell him to come here directly, and not to lose a minute; never mind your cap, — make haste. You can hold a knife to that black eye as you run along, and it'll keep the swelling down.

Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed; and very much it astonished the people who were out walking to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets, pellmell, with no cap on his head, and a clasp-knife at his eye.

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THE GRAND CHAM OF TARTARY, AND THE

HUMBLE-BEE.

Abridged from the voluminous Epic Poem by Beg-beg, farmera a mendicont
ballad-singer, afterwards Principal Lord Rector of the Cratersty of Soma -
cand, and subsequently Historiographer and Poet Laureate to the Court
Balk,) by C. J. Davids, Esq.

The solicitor-general thought there was reason

For indicting the scamp on a charge of high-treason:
While the chancellor doubted if any decree

From the woolsack would frighten the humble-bee
The humble-bee-

So the lawyers fought shy of the humble-bee.

The Cham from his throne in an agony rose,
While the insect was buzzing right under his
"Was ever a potentate plagued like me,
Or worried to death by a humble-bee!
A humble-bee-
Don't let me be stung by the humble-bee!"

He said to a page, nearly choking with grief,
"Bring hither my valiant commander-in-chief;
And say that I'll give him a liberal fee,
To cut the throat of this bumble-bee-
This bumble-bee-

This turbulent, Jacobin, humble-bee!"

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