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   THOUGH famine prevails not at all in the city;

   Though none of starvation have died in the street;

   Yet many there are now exciting our pity,

   Who’re daily complaining of nothing to eat.

   The every-day cry and the every-day fare,

   That’s every day heard where the Livewells are dining,

   Is nothing to eat, or else nothing to wear,

   Which naked and starving rich Merdles are whining.

   There’s Kitty Malone—Mrs. Merdle ‘tis now—

   Was ever on earth here before such a sinner;

   Protesting, excusing and swearing a vow,

   She’d nothing worth eating to give us for dinner.

   Why Kitty, if starving for want of a meal,

   And had’nt a cent in the world to buy meat,

   You wouldn’t exclaim with a more pious zeal,

   “I’m dying of hunger—we’ve nothing to eat!!”