SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



Already I feel just as if I'd been rowing 

 Hard all — on a supper of onions and tripe 



(A thing I abhor), but my steam I've done 

 blowing, 

 I am, my dear Bell, yours truly, '*The Pipe." 



P.S. — Tell J. P., if he fancies a good 'un, 



That old chestnut pony of mine is for sale. 

 N.B. — His forelegs are uncommonly wooden, 



I fancy the near one's beginning to fail, 

 And why shouldn't I do as W — n does oft, 



And swear that a cripple is sound — on the 

 Bible- 

 Hold hard ! though the man I allude to is soft, 



He's game to go in for an action of libel. 



Part IV 



BANKER'S DREAM 



Of chases and courses dogs dream, so do 



horses — 



Last night I was dozing and dreaming, 



The crowd and the bustle were there, and the 



rustle 



Of the silk in the autumn sky gleaming. 



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