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Of showing how well Nuns are lodged, used, and boarded.

That as to the notion of cruel inflictions
Of penance, such tales are a bundle of fictions,
And that all that we hear of constraint and coercion
Is, to speak in mild language, mere groundless assertion.

That an Abbess would not--any more than a Mayoress--
Ever dream of inveigling an opulent heiress,
That each convent's the home of devotion and purity,
And that nothing is thought about, there, but futurity.

That no Nuns exist their profession regretting,
Who kept in confinement are pining and fretting;
And to fancy there might be one such, though a rarity,
Implies a most sad destitution of charity.

That all sisters are doves--without mates--of one feather,
In holy tranquillity living together,
Whose dovecote the bigots have found a mare's nest in,
Because its arrangements are rather clandestine.

Nay, I should have gone, out of hand, to SIR PAXTON,
As a Frenchman would probably call him, and "axed 'un,"
As countrymen say--his ingenious noddle
Of a New Crystal Convent to scratch for a model.

Transparent and open, inquiry not shirking,
Like bees you might watch the good Nuns in it, working;
And study their habits, observe all their motions,
And see them performing their various devotions.

This is what I should do, on a sound cause relying,
Not run about bellowing, raving, and crying;
I shouldn't exhibit all that discomposure,
Unless in the dread of some startling disclosure.

What makes you betray such tremendous anxiety
To prevent the least peep into those haunts of piety?
People say there's a bag in your Convents--no doubt of it,
And you are afraid you'll have Pussy let out of it.

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CANVAS TOWNS.

Our contemporary, _Household Words_, has given an account of Canvas Town
in the new world, but we doubt whether a description of one of the
Canvas Towns--or Towns under Canvas--in the old world, would not reveal
a greater amount of depravity and corruption than anything that exists
even in Australia. A Canvas Town in England is no less bent on gold
discovery than a Canvas Town at Port Phillip--the only difference being
that the candidate's pocket, instead of the earth, is the place that the
electors or gold diggers are continually digging into. In the Colonies
the inhabitants of a Canvas Town are huddled together irrespective of
rank, and fr