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the ceiling, and the sealing-waxed end of a clay-pipe 

 rested lightly on his chin, save when at the words, 

 " Chorus, gentlemen," it was removed a while, to serve 

 as a conductor's baton. 



In this style and spirit dear old Joe Grundy sang 

 sang as if he were in the Albert Hall instead of in 

 a tiny chamber ; and though the performance was a 

 trial to some of us, who did not quite believe, as he 

 did, every word of his startling story, and had 

 grievous wrestlings in consequence, with terrible 

 temptations to laugh, it nevertheless never failed to 

 elicit the liveliest approbation from us all. 



The tune is old and familiar ; but, as I know not 

 the name, I herewith transcribe the notes of it : 



ME. GRUNDY'S SONG " SAIBEY JANE JONES." 



Mes tur Chair-mun, Vice-Chairmun, an' Gen - tie - niun hall, I 

 suppose I mun sing, as you've made this here call ; So with - out no 

 paldavrers nor rho - dy - den-ilnule,* I'll sing the sad lot of a 



* I asked Mr. Grimily the meaning of these words, and his 

 reply was, that he " reckoned they were poetry, and was put in 

 for garnish." The author, I need hardly state, had palaver and 

 rodomontade in his mind. 



