Punch (100.1891)

February 7, 1891.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 63

AN ELEGY ON A MAD DOG.

(After Goldsmith, more or less.)

Good patriots all of every sort,
Give ear unto my song,

For if in substance it is short,
In moral it is strong.

This dog and man at first seemed
friends,
But, when a pique began,

The dog, to gain his private
ends,

"Went mad, and bit the m3n!

At Hawarden lived a Grand Old
Man,

Of whom the world might say,

A wondrous lengthy race he To see so strange and sad a sight

Quidnuncs and gohemouches
ran,

ran,

And won it all the way.

mm

mm

Som3 swore he'd yeer to catch a
vote;

Old age to flout one loathes,

But, if he never turned his
coat,

He often changed his clothes.

Hard by an Irish dog was found, Hibernian mongrel, puppy, hound
As many dogs there be, And curs of low degree.

And swore the dog wis rabid
quite

To bite that Grand Old Man

The wound indeed seemed sore
and sad
To every party eye,

And while they swore the dog was
mad,

They swore the man mmt cie.

But marvels sometimes come to
light

Rash prophets to belie.

The man seems healing of the
bite,

The dog looks like to die!

Remarkable Conversion.
"Canon Teignmottth Shore proposes to convert the two Con-
vocations." . . . that is startling without the context—" into one
National Synod." But two into one won't go. How will he manage
it? ^Will those in the York ship join the Canterbury, or vice
versa ? Or, quitting both ships, will they land on common ground ?
"Who's for Shore?"

Par about Pictures.—" Over the Garden Wall" seems to be the
song that Mr. G. S. Elgood sings at the Fine Art Society's Gallery.
In the course of his travels he has been over a good many garden
walls. At Wroxton, Compton Wynyates, Penshurst, Montacute,
Berkeley, and Helmingham, he has pursued his studies to some
purpose ; the result is an enjoyable collection of pictures, which he
entitles, " A Summer among the Flowers."