"I can't stand here the whole day long, With opened mouth and opened eyes, And gave a stare to find the sands The wet deception from his eyes The small green parlour of The Ship, DOG-GREL VERSES, BY A POOR BLIND. "Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars are coming "OLD BALLAD. ... OH what shall I do for a dog? Of sight I have not got a particle, Times, Chronicle-none A Mastiff once led me about, But people appeared so to fear him— Without his defence, But Charity would not come near him. A Bloodhound was not much amiss, And tracking Bill Soames, And thieves to their homes, I never could get home to supper. A Fox-hound once served me as guide, A good one at hill and at valley; But day after day He led me astray, To follow a milk-woman's tally. A turnspit once did me good turns Went off at full speed, To spit at a great fire in Wapping. A Pointer once pointed my way, At a Poulterer's shop To point at a very high pheasant. A Pug did not suit me at all, When offering pence, A Butcher once gave me a dog, That turned out the worst one of any; A Bull-dog's own pup, I got a toss up, Before he had brought me a penny. My next was a Westminster Dog, He never would draw A blind man so well as a badger. A greyhound I got by a swop, But, Lord! we soon came to divorces: He treated my strip Of cord like a slip, And left me to go my own courses. A poodle once towed me along, And shave his hind part, My next was a Newfoundland brute, So truly he backed I always fell into the water. I once had a sheep-dog for guide, A Smithfield Ducrow, To stand on four saddles of mutton. My next was an Esquimaux dog, A dog that my bones ache to talk on, On cold frosty days He picked out the slides for a walk on. Bijou was a lady-like dog, But vexed me at night not a little, She would not go home, I once had a sort of a Shock, And kissed a street post like a brother, In learning this truth One blind cannot well lead another. A terrier was far from a trump, 'Od rabbit the cur! Without going into the Borough. My next was Dalmatian, the dog! Between carriage wheels, Till I came upon boards that were spiky. The next that I had was from Cross, And so I was lęd Right up to his den like a Daniel. A mongrel I tried, and he did, Endangers the blind, The breed is so fond of a crossing. A setter was quite to my taste, A very dead set, At a very dead horse in a barrow. I once had a dog that went mad, And sorry I was that I got him; And a man with a gun Peppered me when he ought to have shot him. My profits have gone to the dogs, Is a mere losing game, THE KANGAROOS. A FABLE. A PAIR of married kangaroos As all the little K's just then areAbout some two months off the lap,— They're not so long in arms as men are. A twist in each parental muzzle For they had no armorial bearings. Would own, with very ready tongue, |