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PLAYING BEGGARS.
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You look too young to be her mother, though.
This handsome boy is like his father, too:
The gentleman was he who passed this way
And looked so cross?—so pleasant, I should say!

"'But trouble, Lady, trouble puts me wrong.
Lady, I'm sure you'll spare a dress or two—
You look so stylish. (O, if I was strong!)
And shoes? Yours are too small. I need them new.
The money———thank you! Now you have some tea,
And flour, and sugar, you'll not miss, for me?

"'Ah, I forgot to tell you that my house
Was burned last night. My baby has no bread,
And I'm as poor, ma'am, as a cellar-mouse.
My husband died once; my grandmother's dead—
She was a good soul (but she 's gone, that 's true——
You have some coffee, madam?)—so are you.'"

"Oh, it's too long. I can't say half of that!
I'll not be an im—postor, any how.
(But I should like to give one my torn hat,
So I could get a prettier one, just now.)
They re worse than Christians, ghosts, or—anything.
———I'll play that I'm a great man or a king."

  1866.