Though brutes are plac'd a rank below, 

 Happy for man could he say so ! 



Thomas Blackcock. 



The English Bull-dog, Dutch Mastiff, and Quail 



A SNUB-NOS'D dog, to fat inclin'd, 

 -"-*- Of the true hogan-mogan kind, 

 The favourite of an English dame, 

 Mynheer Van Trumpo was his name. 

 One morning as he chanc'd to range, 

 Met honest Towzer on the 'Change ; 

 And whom have we got here, I beg ? 

 Quoth he, and lifted up his leg ; 

 An English dog can't take an airing, 

 But foreign scoundrels must be staring. 

 I'd have your French dogs, and your Spanish, 

 And all your Dutch, and all your Danish, 

 By which our species is confounded, 

 Be hang'd, be poison'd, or be drowned ; 

 No mercy on the race suspected, 

 Greyhounds from Italy excepted : 

 By them my dames ne'er prove big-bellied, 

 For they, poor toads, are Farrinellied. 

 Well, of all dogs it stands confessed, 

 Your English bull-dogs are the best ; 

 I say it, and will set my hand to't ; 



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