THE DAINTY MISS ROSE.

OH, a perfect nose,

And dainty toes,

And woolen hose,

Had Miss Rose!

A dog was she of high degree,

Born of an ancient family.

From her mother's side

Came her Spanish pride;

She had royal ways,

And her pedigree reckoned

From the glorious days

Of Charles the Second!

Well, she needed an escort

To a party of some sort,

One evening in May.

And to see her bother

'Twixt one dog and t'other,

Was good as a play.

Many pups came to say

They would be at her service,

But she sent them away

With a manner quite nervous.

In fact, I must own,

Of dogs fully grown,

She snubbed them by name

As fast as they came:

Sir Rover was coarse,

And Ponto was cruel;

Old Bounce was a horse,

Young Pip lived on gruel;

Spitz was a sneak,

Fido was surly;

Pomp was too sleek,

Carlo too curly;

Even elegant Pap,

Who wore a gold collar,

She said, with a snap,

Wasn't worth a lead dollar.

Then came a brave wight

For a desperate pull;

He had been in a fight,

Old Major de Bull.

He was cross as a bear,

And scanty of hair.

Also young Isle of Skye,

Rather down at the heel;

And the well-mannered Guy,

Who was sour, but genteel.

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But dainty Miss Rose

Still tossed up her nose--

She oughtn't, she couldn't,

She wouldn't, she shouldn't

With one of them go,

She'd thank 'em to know.

By this time it was growing late,

And dainty Rose bemoaned her fate;

When, in the sky, there sprang in sight

A throbbing, sparkling thing of light.

"What's that," she cried, "I see afar?"

And Guy replied, "The great Dog Star--

Too Sirius, dear, for such as you,

And very much above you, too."

"Not so, indeed!" cried dainty Rose,

No longer tossing up her nose.

"Now, I am matched at last, you see,

The Dog Star shall my escort be!"

Then off she started, quite content,

And gallantly the Dog Star went.

For all the way he kept in sight,

And held her in his tender light,

Guiding her steps with steady rays,

And blinking when he met her gaze.

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POOR little mousie, what a mishap!

Why did you put your nose in the trap?

Hold still, mousie, and trust to me--

I'll touch the spring, and set you free!

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