A Minor Author

"The house is burning brightly,The ruddy flame is deep,Such things, friends, happen nightlyWhen London is asleep.But 'ark here comes the engine;Oh!, 'Eavens——"

"There's always one bright pictureThat 'angs up in that room;It's one that gives the drawingOf the gallant Fireman's doom!"

"After the smash was over,After the wreck was done,Oh, 'ear the screams of wounded,'Elp to assist there was none.Many are infant children,Over the engines dash.They will ne'er more see their loved onesAf—ter the smash."