Cousin Charles, please to send down to-morrow,
At eight, by the Scarborough mail,
Claudine, or the Victim of Sorrow,
Don Juan, two mops, and a pail.
As soon as you enter Hyde Park, it
Must suit you to call in Gough Square;
And when you're in Leadenhall Market,
Buy a rattle at Bart'lmy Fair.

Do give the enclosed to George Colburn,
The tinman — he's sure to be found —
He lives in Southampton Street, Holburn,
Or else near the Islington Pound.
Papa wants a hamper of claret
Like that which he smuggled from Tours,
Aunt Agatha wants a poll parrot —
Perhaps you could let her have yours.

We are dying for Lord Byron's sonnet,
Tell Jones I have sent him a pig,
Mamma wants a new sarcenet bonnet,
The size of the head of our gig.
Could you match ths enclosed bit of ribbon, —
Do buy Tom an ounce of rape-seed;
When you send the third volume of Gibbon,
Do send Jack a velocipede.

Some shears that old Dobbin will well dock,
A mouse-trap, a gold-headed cane,
A bottle of Steers' opodeldoc,
Three ounces of allicumpane,
Gold wire from Duke's Head, Little Britain,
A purple tin kaleidescope,
A tea-tray, a tortoiseshell kitten,
Rob Roy, and a long bit of soap.

Six ounces of Bohea from Twining's,
A peg-top, a Parmesan cheese,
Some rose-coloured sarcenet for linings,
A stew-pan, and Stevenson's glees;
A song ending " Hey noni noni, "
A chair with a cover of chintz,
A mummy dug up by Belzoni,
A skein of white worsted from Flint's.

ANSWER .

Can I pocket St. Paul's like an apple,
Take Waterloo bridge in my teeth,
Mount astride the Green Dragon Whitechapel,
And fight all the butchers beneath?
Can I eat Bank directors by dozens,
Put the national debt in a dish?
If I cannot, my dear country cousins,
I cannot do half what you wish!