With the same skill that first illuminated Limehouse, that picturesque district of London, as if some ancient fairy tale, with all its romance and gruesomeness had come true, Thomas Burke conveys us in verse to the shop of Quong Lee.
Tossed me a smile; and suddenly Pennyfields
Grew from darkness to light, and the light of the stars
I may not see her again, but I hold her smile in my heart,
And she is with me in my shop and about the streets.
My shop may tumble down;
West India Dock may some time suffer a drought;
Grief and Joy come for a day;
And Hope and Fear, and Desire and Deed
Arise and pass, and are no more;
But the beauty born of her quickened smile
Can never die.
Of a National Cash Register
Last week this person, desiring to make it known
That he was in all ways moving up to the date,
Introduced into his insignificant shop
Called a National Cash Register,
Which announces to refined and intelligent customers
The amounts of their purchases.
This week this person purchased a whole days' amusement;
And the amount he paid for this was another's discomfiture and pain. And, after a night of cogitatio