tle nearer poetry  going very near. But y, and before long parodied he following ragamuffin fashion:

    In Egypt’s land, contagious to the Nile,

    King Per  to batyle.

    Suk o the land,

    to dry  srand.

    A bulrusripped raw.

    Suk it up, and said s mild,

    “’tare-and-agers, girls, whe child?”

    en quips and cranks at temporaries. It ance, to remind a certain sed alike for display of  t stanza o us:

    At ty end of Dirty Lane,

    Liv’d a dirty cobbler, Dick Maclane;

    he old king’s reign

    A stout brave orange-woman.

    On Essex Bridge srained ,

    And six-a-penny was e.

    But Dickey ,

    among the yeomen.

    , like his clan,

    And in treets he wildly sang,

    O Roly, toly, toly raid, h his old jade.

    roubles of divers kinds, and numerous interlopers to face and put doed  riumply routed amid ter of t,  by , and a blind man, and a beggarman. o face a more serious difficulty as his fame grew.

    Various imitators started up upon all sides. A certain actor, for instance, made as many guineas as  Moran did sup upon tage. One nigor  supper e arose as to  o settle it by an appeal to ty-s a famous coffeeo be tor took up ation at Essex Bridge, a great  of Moran’s, and soon gat t’s land, contagious to t in great excitement and laugians,” cried tender, “is it possible t any man ?”

    “? It’s some imposhterer,” replied Moran.

    “Begone, you c’s you’ze terer. Don’t you fear t of ruck