...ereatures' livcs ! Stiteh — stiteh— stiteh ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a douhle thread, A SHROUD as well as a shirt ! " But why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly hone ? I hardly fear his terrihle shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because...

...turf-cutters ! Think of that, ye poor starving London needle-women, who •Stitch, stitch, stitch I In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread A ebroud as well as a shirt I' Now for a mcicetiloine of advertisements — to all concerned. They are...

...where, any where out of the world !" Sometimes it is starving toil, feebly crooning the Song of the Shirt : " but why do I talk of death ? that phantom...hardly fear his terrible shape, it seems so like my own." Or perhaps it is an exhausted Stylites on his column, who, for thrice ten years, thrice multiplied...

...write ! In poverty, hunger and need, Writing at once our epitaph, As well as the lines you read. Bnt why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone?...hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because ofthefastl keep ; Alas I that bread should be so dear, And...

...wives*! It is not linen you're wearing out', But human creatures' lives* ! Stitch! stitch! stitch ! In poverty*, hunger', and dirt*; Sewing at once, with a double thread', A shroud as well as a shirt\ 5. " But why do I talk of Death,— That phantom of grisly bone ? I hardly fear his terrible shape,...

...wives : It is not linen you are wearing out — But human creatures' lives ! Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with...why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone P I hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own Because of...

...wives ! It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch — stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with...hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep, Oh God! that bread should be so dear,...

...wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing, at once, with...hardly fear his terrible shape, It seems so like my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep, Oh, God ! that bread should be so dear,...

...wives! It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures lives ! Stitch — stitch — stitch , In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt." Oh then pity her, and help her, lest her poverty drive her to the streets, and she ends her days in...

...hunger, anddirl... Et combien de mots ne faudrait-il pas pour rendre les deux vers qui suivent ceux-ci : Sewing at once, with a double thread A Shroud as well as a Shirt! Pourtant, çà et là, éclatent des pensées tout à fait shakspeariennes : squelette sinistre,—...