The Window-Breaker

Little Tom Jones Would often throw stones, And often he had a good warning; And now I will tell What Tommy befell, From his rudeness, one fine summer's morning.

He was taking the air Upon Trinity Square, And, as usual, large stones he was jerking; Till at length a hard cinder Went plump through a window Where a party of ladies were working.

Tom's aunt, when in town, Had left half a crown For her nephew (her name was Miss Frazier), Which he thought to have spent, But now it all went (And it served him quite right) to the glazier.

Note.--The foregoing story is stated to be "founded on fact."