...Oh ! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt Sewing at once, with a double thread, A SHBOUD as well as a shirt ! " But why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear...

...Oh ! men with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch— stitch — stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt ; Sewing at once, with a double thread, A SRRoDii as well as a shirt ! " But why do I talk of death, That phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear...

...U ! Men, with Mothers and Wires ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch— stitch — stitch , In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once, with a double thread, Л Shroud as well as a Shirt. " ' But why do I talk of Death ? That Phantom of grisly bone, I hardly...

...its monotonous, wearying task. Hood has graphically described her in his " Song of the Shirt," as " Sewing at once with a double thread, A shroud as well as a shirt." completed, or her merciless employer will refuse her the scanty, hardlyearned pittance, which, when...

...dear, О men with mothers and wives, 'Tis not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives. Stitch, stitch, stitch — In poverty, hunger, and...with a double thread A shroud as well as a shirt. " ' 0 but for one short hour, A respite, however brief, No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only...

...and dirt.... Et combien de mots ne faudrait-il pas pour rendre les deux vers qui suivent ceux-ci : Sewing at once, with a double thread A Shroud as well as a Shirt! Pourtant, ça et là, éclatent des pensées tout-à-fait shakespeariennes : « Que parle-je de la...

...O ! men, with mothers and wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger,...seems so like my own, Because of the fasts I keep ; Oh God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! Work — work — work ! My...

...dream ! " Oh ! men with sisters dear ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger,...my own — It seems so like my own, Because of the fast I keep : Oh God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work — work...

...wives ! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives ! Stitch—stitch—stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt. Sewing at once, with...my own— It seems so like my own, Because of the fast I keep : Oh God ! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap ! " Work—work—work...

...chop-house hard by; and he now introduces this Spirit of Punch to his friend with considerable effect — " Stitch, stitch, stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt...with a double thread A shroud as well as a shirt." ' lIis enough for Sbragg. That phantom of a shirt again ha ! ha ! Death in the rear ; Superstition...