He Who Sung The Lays Of Ancient Rome
LORD MACAULAY, passing one day through the Seven Dials, bought a handful
of ballads from some street-folks who were bawling out their contents to
a gaping audience. Proceeding on his way home, he was astonished to
find himself followed by half a score of urchins, their faces beaming
with expectation. Now then, my lads, what is it? said he. O, that's a
good 'un, replied one of the boys, after we've come all this
way.--But what are you waiting for? said the historian, astonished at
the lad's familiarity. Waiting for! why ain't you going to sing,
guv'ner?