_We_.--This dog and man at first were friends, But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. _Our Moses_.--Grandis amicitia, at Canis, ut sibi gratificetur Fit rabidus, rabido dente hominemque petit. _We_.--Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. _Our Moses_.--Concurrunt cives, O illum Cerberun, at aiunt, Qualem amens rabido dense momordet herum. _We_.--The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every Christian eye, And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. _Our Moses_.--O sævum vulnus, clamant lachrymosius omnes, En rabidus canis, et mox moriturus homo. _We_.--But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied; The man recover'd of the bite, The dog it was that died. _Our Moses_.--Mendaces cives monstrat res prodigiosa, Sanus homo subito fit--moriturque canis. "A very good boy, Bill, upon my word," said the Vicar, "and an Elegy that may truly be called tragical." So we present our Moses a sovereign for his verse--"A sovereign for a verse, my boy." "I will never," quoth he, "be averse to a sovereign. We have heard of a monarch who gave a crown for a song." A little refreshed, let us turn to the book. Here is No. 23.--Very well, Mr Mulready, artistically performed; but we fear we shall not relish too many of these distressing subjects. We know, from distress to distress, you will take us into prison. Artists and writers of the present day delight in prison scenes; we are not of that class, but endure it. We would on no account sit down with that rascally-looking fellow that is driving and taking an inventory of the Vicar's stock. It is winter too. "The consequence of my incapacity was his driving my cattle that evening, and their being appraised and sold the next day for less than half their value." No. 24--Is the attempt at a rescue. The Vicar represses and reproves the violence of his enraged parishioners. The drawing is good; but it is not a subject we delight to look at; and we begin to fear that further on we shall fare worse. Why did not Mr Mulready give us the interview between the Vicar and his old acquaintance, Mr Jenkinson? Artists of skill like to show it in grouping, and prefer that to giving character. "The consequences might have been fatal, had I not immediately interposed, and with some difficulty rescued the officers from the hands of the enraged multitude."