ON THE NEW KENNEL 



II 



Were the laws of the kennel the laws of the land, 

 The shillalah should drop from the Irishman's hand ; 

 And journeymen tailors, on " striking " intent. 

 Should stick to their stitching like hounds to a scent. 



Ill 



O ! grant, ye reformers, who rule o'er us all. 

 That our kennels may stand though our colleges fall ; 

 Our pack from long trial we know to be good, 

 Gr^_y-hounds admitted might ruin the blood. 



IV 



Fond parents may dote on their pride of thirteen, 

 Switch'd into Latin and breech'd in nankeen ; 

 A puppy just enter'd a language can speak 

 More sweetly sonorous than Homer's own Greek. 



O ! clothe me in scarlet ! a spur on each heel ! 

 And guardsmen may case their whole bodies in steel ! 

 Lancers in battle with lancers may tilt. 

 Mine be the warfare unsullied with guilt ! ^ 



VI 



New built, may this kennel continue to rear 

 A pack still as prime as the old ones bred here ; 

 May the depth of their cry be no check to their 



pace, 

 But the ring of their music still gladden the chase. 



1834. 



^ Note 32. 



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