THE THAMES ANGLER 



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Kl« IIMOND. 



OHAPTEB II. 



A BUMMER IDYLL. 



Young Robinson had fled the town, and sat 

 There on the hot hill-side by Twickenham, 

 Mopping, none near him save a little bird — 

 A sparrow, aued, and not to be entrapped 

 With outer husks of com: dead silence reigned 

 Throughout the place, save that one little boy, 

 The butcher's urchin, piping accents shrill, 

 Expressed a wish that Sarah should ascend. 



For hither had he fled, his cause of flight 



The weather ; never had such direful heat — 



Such baking, burning, scorching, sultry heat 



Been known in town" On 'busses' knifeboards stretched 



The city clerks, all tongue-protruded, lay ; 



Adown the actor's sweat- bedabbled cheek 



The bismuth ran ; in Hnngerford'e gay halls 



The penny ice collapsed, and Sainsbury's 



