Yours sincerely, LAMB.

Hoping to hear something, I remain, dear Madam, Yours most faithfully, C. LAMB.

More than ever Mr. Punch welcomes the coming of Santa Klaus: Thou who on earth was namèd Nicholas There be dull clods who doubt thy magic power To tour the sleeping world in half-an-hour, And pop down all the chimneys as you pass With woolly lambs and dolls of frabjous size For grubby hands and wonder-laden eyes.

Believe me, cordially yours C. LAMB.

T' lambs niver get over wet spring and t' ewes is poor.

Yours affectionately M. LAMB.

The original tale of the tub was not more unfortunate than the lines in praise of Wilkinson's spade, and several of Wordsworth's friends, notably Charles Lamb and Barren Field, objected to the change.