Roundabout Papers - Penn State University

Roundabout Papersing whips I have heard in the midnight many and manya time. Now, where are they? Behold they have been ferriedover Styx, and have passed away into limbo.I wonder what time does my boat go? Ah! Here comesthe waiter bringing me my little bill.ON SOME CARP AT SANS SOUCIWe have lately made the acquaintance of an old lady ofninety, who has passed the last twenty-five years ofher old life in a great metropolitan establishment, theworkhouse, namely, of the parish of Saint Lazarus. Stay—twenty-three or four years ago, she came out once, andthought to earn a little money by hop-picking; but beingoverworked, and having to lie out at night, she gota palsy which has incapacitated her from all furtherlabor, and has caused her poor old limbs to shake eversince.An illustration of that dismal proverb which tells ushow poverty makes us acquainted with strange bedfellows,this poor old shaking body has to lay herselfdown every night in her workhouse bed by the side ofsome other old woman with whom she may or may notagree. She herself can’t be a very pleasant bed-fellow,poor thing! with her shaking old limbs and cold feet.272