My age is against me.

Wot do you work at?
Seafarin' chap, eh?
I knew it from yer clothes." "I know wot you are," said the girl, "an Eyetalian." "No 'e ayn't," the man cried heatedly.

"'E's a Yank, that's wot 'e is.

I know." "Lord lumne, look a' that," she exclaimed, as we debauched upon the Strand, choked with the roaring, reeling Coronation crowd, the men bellowing and the girls singing in high throaty notes:- "Oh! on Coronation D'y, on Coronation D'y, We'll 'ave a spree, a jubilee, an' shout 'Ip, 'ip, 'ooray; For we'll all be merry, drinkin' whisky, wine, and sherry, We'll all be merry on Coronation D'y." "'Ow dirty I am, bein' around the w'y I 'ave," the woman said, as she sat down in a coffee-house, wiping the sleep and grime from the corners of her eyes.

"An' the sights I 'ave seen this d'y, an' I enjoyed it, though it was lonesome by myself.