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The Baldwin Library
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"Suppose," to young Dash, said his friend in the corner,
"That a party we have, now the weather is warmer;
We've spent a dull month, so for once let's be gay,
And if you'll name the friends, -I will soon name the day."
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Says Dash," Your suggestion is every way right,
So sit down at once, and begin to indite;
We'll receive the young Dogs with a welcome most hearty,
And I think we can make up a capital party.
"There's our friend, Mr. Pincher, a bit of a beau,
SWho with him will bring Miss Flora, we know;
flow happy we'll be to see them both here;
And kind Mr. Pompey will come, I don't fear.
-The best way to arrive will be in a bus,
Which will save expense, without making a fuss;
They all can be put down just facing the door,
And we'll spend such a day as we ne'er spent before."
The party arrived, and it was a queer sight,
To see them so gay from the bus, all alight;
The Lap-dog was gazed at, she being so small,
And the Newfoundland, also, he being so tall.
The footmen were dressed in the richest attire,
And were all that a lady of taste could admire;
They bowed to the guests, who were met by the host,
And to make them at home, not a moment was lost.
So, into the dining-saloon they were shown,
Where soon to each other their names were made known
By the host, who politely invited each guest,
With a merry bow wow," to partake of his best.
The dinner was served in a new-fashioned way,
But the servants, the Monkeys, had too much to say
And one careless Pug,-oh, the accident guess,-
Spilt a dish of hot soup on Miss Flora's silk dress!
Then all was confusion, the soup being hot,
And the footman, of course, was discharged on the spot;
While 'twas rumored by those with Miss Flora acquainted,
Had the floor not been hard, she'd have certainly fainted,
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A rat pie being brought, soon was hushed every voice,
And each one declared that the dinner was choice;
While the Bull-dog, whose manner was certainly rough
And we'll say unbecoming, ate more than enough.
I'd have you to know that these Dogs were polite,
They understood manners, and knew what was right:
After coffee was served, they withdrew, one and all,
To the room where so gaily was opened the ball.
The Terrier, though wild, had the sense to be quiet,
For, when females are present, there should be no riot.
There was no ill-humor, which happiness clogs,
And I think I may say they were all happy Dogs.
The ladies were delicate, genteel, and pretty,
And some, I am told, were remarkably witty;
They danced with delight, quite forgetting all sorrow,
Not thinking their legs would be tired to-morrow,