*'Then drink, puppy, drink; and let every puppy drink 

 That is old enough to lap and to swallow; 



For he '11 grow into a hound; 



So we '11 pass the bottle round. 

 And merrily we '11 whoop and we '11 holloa." 



OLD HUNTING SONG 



"And then, after dinner we found him asleep 

 In the bedroom up-stairs, where he lay in a heap 

 On the bed, which he covered with patches of dirt, — 

 His pillow we found was my latest new shirt." 



RHYMES IN RED 



