[Illustration:
A wedding ring.
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[Illustration:
General Jam.
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[Illustration:
A Watchman in Seven Dials.
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To gaze upon the wide expanse of ocean,
Far as horizon, I confess, sublime;
To feast our eyes on nuptial groups in motion,
Is, notwithstanding, just as _marry time_.
A Royal wedding host and pouring rain,
Both rushing on to-gether, and to boot,
By the park railway, carriages in train,
With shoals of footmen and of men on foot.
A gathering of the people, all from home,
The _reigning_ Queen and _raining_ sky to view;
In Italy the millions rush to _Rome_,
Are they not free to _roam_ in London too?
Throngs of the curious—curiously met,
An inconsistent batch of low and high;
Drunkards, for instance, getting drench'd with _wet_,
And still declaring they were very _dry_!
Women with _pattens_ found to _clog_ the way,
Young thieves aspiring to the golden fleece,
'Mid torrents fair, that soaked, with equal play,
A new policeman, or a new pelisse.
Tea-totallers, with spirits under proof,
And lots of water for them overhead,
There was, because men would not stand aloof,
A general _jam_, but one that wouldn't _spread_!
Matters grew pressing, and, without regard
To toes or ribs, a bonnet or a belly,
The _jam_ I speak of soon became so hard,
It nearly jammed some people to a _jelly_!
Yet at that Royal wedding, people say,
The pickpockets their trade did sadly botch;
For one industrious youth came all the way
From _Seven Dials_ to steal a _single watch_!
[Illustration:
The new Belle and Crown.
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