No angry notes — his anger was at rest. 

 The wond'ring master sought the silent yard, 

 Left Phoebe sleeping and his door unbarr'd ; 

 Nor more return'd to that forsaken bed — 

 But lo ! the morning came and he was dead. 

 Fang and his master side by side were laid 

 In grim repose — their debt of nature paid ! 

 The master's hand upon the cur's cold chest 

 Was now reclined, and had before been press'd, 

 As if he search'd how deep and wide the wound 

 That laid such spirit in a sleep so sound ; 

 And when he found it was the sleep of death, 

 A sympathising sorrow stopp'd his breath. 

 Close to his trusty servant he was found, 

 As cold his body, and his sleep as sound. 



George Crabbe. 



The Twa Dogs ^> <^ <^ 



A Tale 



>r T^ WAS in that place o' Scotland's isle, 



-*- That bears the name o' auld King Coil, 

 Upon a bonnie day in June, 

 When wearing thro' the afternoon, 

 Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame, 

 ForgatherM ance upon a time. 



The first I'll name, they ca'd him Ca:sar, 

 Iceepit for his Honour's pleasure : 



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