AN Elegy ON Don Pedro, a favorite spaniel kill'd by a Mastiff:

Addressed TO Mrs. T — — .

M E — from Hispania's distant shore,
The rapid galley, trembling, bore
Across the raging main:
Snatch'd from the dangers of the sea —
Fatigued, I sped my weary way
To Edgefield's chilly plain.

Nursed on the bosom of the fair
Kind Margaretta's daily care,
Awhile, how bless'd my lot!
Each night within my native bed ,
Secure, I laid my little head;
And all my toils forgot.

At morn — the milk, with sugar sweet,
To tender dog, delicious treat!
In saucer clean, I found:
Then out I ran, and sniff'd the gale —
And bark'd aloud, and wagg'd my tail,
And frisk'd it round, and round.

But short his date! so fate assigned,
A Mastiff, of ferocious kind —
Observed his feats, unseen,
And rushing forth, with hideous yell,
The little, trembling victim fell,
All breathless, on the green.