The two other before-named poems by Goldsmith, which can be traced to a French source, are so similar in style that they may be both given together, followed by the French original:―― AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran Whene’er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But, when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad and bit the man. Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. The wound it seemed both sore and sad To ev’ry Christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad, They swore the man would die. But soon a wonder came to light, That shew’d the rogues they ly’d; The man recover’d of the bite, The dog it was that dy’d. ―――― AN ELEGY. On the Glory of her Sex, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word―― _From those who spoke her praise_. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor―― _Who left a pledge behind_. She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wondrous winning, And never followed wicked ways―― _Unless when she was sinning_. At church in silk and satin new, With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumbered in her pew―― _But when she shut her eyes_. Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The King himself has followed her―― _When she has walk’d before_. But now her wealth, and finery fled, Her hangers on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead―― _Her last disorder, mortal_. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more, _She had not died to-day_! GOLDSMITH. ―――― The following _Chanson du Fameux la Galisse_, taken from _Ménagiana_, 1729, must have supplied hints for the construction of the foregoing poems:―― “LE FAMEUX LA GALISSE.”