The Beggar’s Dog
J.
Sands
Sands, J.
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Poem signed J. Sands.
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that Sands was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/369). (AC)
Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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Rambling one day in London city,
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The Beggar’s Do
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Rambling one day in London city,
I saw a dog that raised my pity,
A wretched cur all skin and bone,
That in the gutter crawled along ;
And in his mouth (I smiled at that)
He held an old and crownless hat.
With quick and deferential eye,
He watched the bustling passers-by,
Who in their haste, as on they fared,
Nor cast a glance at him nor cared.
Yet some, when they had passed some paces,
Would halt with grins upon their faces ;
His story was so plain indeed,
So clear, that he who ran might read :
‘ A beggar’s dog—his master dead—
The beast still carries on the trade,
And trusts by diligence and care,
The public patronage to share.’
I sauntered on ; but as I went,
My thoughts upon that dog were bent.
‘ Behold !’ I said in meditation,
‘ The force of custom, education ;
And though we laugh at him—’tis sad—
Some human plans are quite as bad.
How many schemes in this same town
Are merely hats without the crown ;
Ways indirect, but most complete,
Of tossing money on the street.’
J. Sands.