VI. Round every hearth, may Household Words Like these familiar be Heart-gushing as the song of birds, And never may they fail to bring To whom our best affections cling, VII. By those who yearn for gentler times— For life-endearing days, May he who charm'd us with "THE CHIMES " Be crown'd with household bays, His "Household Words " familiar be In cot and lordly hall, And on his spirit's energy No household shadow fall! VIII. Our household words-sweet household words ! Oh, who the spell disowns That round about the bosom girds From their familiar tones? In childhood, or in after-life, Oh, ever bless'd be ye Who mingle not unhallow'd strife NOTE. The preceding lines were suggested by Mr. Charles Dickens's new periodical, "Household Words." OUR CITY'S SHAME. NOTES OF A PEDESTRIAN. I HAVE gone forth, and mark'd with sicken'd eye Our houseless poor upon our pavements lie, Fainting and wailing at some poor-house gate That frown'd denial on their wretched state: Young men and old, women, and children rest, Alike unshelter'd, on the earth's cold breast, Girls, whose young lives thus left the Forth on 66 99 Or left to crouch, unshelter'd and unfed, 'Midst that poor group, in common mis'ry wed; I've follow'd the proud step, that spurn'd the ground Were spread to tempt each pamper'd palate there, past the very door they'd see it stalk And deem its form a counterfeit pretence, Dress'd in the borrow'd robes of indigence,And so feast on, and deem their duty done To the poor fasting, wretched, roofless one! And, as I've gazed upon that pompous throng, My heart has sigh'd—” How long, O Lord, how long? How long exposed shall, houseless, wretches lie, In this vast capital of wealth and pride; While millions under heavy burthens sigh, And state rolls on with unabated tide ?How long shall feeble age and untaught youth Upbraid us for their woes and blasted name, And manhood's wild despair, with voice of truth, Proclaim its darkest deeds our city's shame ?" SCORN, OR TEARS? A CONFLICT. WHERE art thou that wouldst bid me stifle tears- What in thee lies to wield such wondrous might So now I see thee, dread and haughty king, |