Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : 

 To mark a friend's remains these stones arise ; 

 I never knew but one, — and here he lies. 



George Gordon Noel Byron. 



Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808. 



The Bagman's Dog ^c^ ^> -^> -^ 



Slant littore Puppies ! — Virgil. 



T T was a litter, a litter of five, 

 -*- Four are drown'd, and one left alive, 

 He was thought worthy alone to survive ; 

 And the Bagman resolved upon bringing him up, 

 To eat of his bread and drink of his cup, 

 He was such a dear little cock-tail'd pup ! 

 The Bagman taught him many a trick ; 

 He would carry, and fetch, and run after a stick, 

 Could well understand The word of command, 

 And appear to doze With a crust on his nose 

 Tiil the Bagman permissively waved his hand : 

 Then to throw up and catch it he never would fail, 

 As he sat up on end, on his little cock-tail. 

 Never was puppy so bien instrnit, 

 Or possess'd of such natural talent as he ; 

 And as he grew older, Every beholder 

 Agreed he grew handsomer, sleeker, and bolder — 



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