Poetical Burglars.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXV, Issue X, 8 September 1900, Page 445

Poetical Burglars.

Qui'te recently a countess who had been despoiled of her jewel case, contain ing diamonds to the extent of C.aHMi. received that article by parcel post along with the following: So sweet, so sweet, the diamonds in their set t ings; So sweet the pearls, oh, < 'ountess B So blithe and gay 111 live upon their Erom pub to pub I'll drink the health .of thee. A thief who broke into a nobleman’s mansion near Maidenhead ami stole a quantity of silver plate. besides drinking a bottle of port wine, left, with characteristic effrontery, a rhyme, written in chalk on the dining table, which ran: Your silver makes me jump for joy. Hut joy soon turns to sorrow; Your port is had. methinks that I Shall feel a. pain to-morrow. Not long’ since a burglar who ransack ed the house of a magistrate, while t he inmates were asleep, composed tin- fidlowing little rhyme:So snug and peaceful in your <'lapham While you’re asleep. I’ve secked to roam Good-bye, my lord. I may not tarry. So now no more from Burglar Harry. It seems strange that in tin* dead of night a burglar should draw a picture, hut not long since a man who robbed the house of a prominent pro-Uoer drew a by no means badly executed sketch of his victim, below which he add«*d: Slop the war! Stop the war! is your Your politics arc shocking, they make me pipe my eye. You may stop the war. you may stop your chat. But you can’t slop me, though I’ve gor Some mouths ago a convict. who struck his gaoler insensible ami then escaped, robbed a house of a suit of clothes, a hat. ami a pair of boots, ami left his pi j. on dress hanging up on the hat rack in tin* hall, with a facetious message at (ached to it. which ran Although good mum I om c did lose. I step in yours, a r »od in in’s shoes. M\ character is bad. i know tis true, ihli I have my .lollies, as H|. \ may lit