And then, his nature, how impressionable, 



How quickly moved to Collie mirth or woe, 



Elated or dejected at a word ! 



And how unlike your genuine Vere de Vere's 



Frigid, indifferent, half-ignoring glance 



At everything outside the sacred pale 



Of things De Veres have sanctioned from the 



Flood, 

 The unweariable curiosity 

 And universal open-mindedness 

 Of that all-testing, all-inquisitive nose ! 



• • * 



William Watson. 



The Carrier Dog of Berlin <^ ^> <^ 



HE goes between the shafts all day, 

 Dear, patient, burden-bearing fellow ; 

 In every street I pass him — grey, 

 Or brown, or black, or ugly yellow. 



He drags along the flinty road 



A little cart, which, low and narrow, 



Seems yet a disproportioned load ; 



Or, happy chance, the slighter barrow. 



Beside him, sharer in the strain, 



A fellow-toiler goes, the master : 

 He lends a hand, and shouts amain, 



To check his beast, or urge him faster, 

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