"Go seek that hapless tomb, which if ye hap to find,
Salute the stones that keep the bones that held so good a mind."
Such are the only annals of the Fine Gentleman, a Saint Bernard dog, faithful and forgotten, who bore a great Bostonian's name nearly five years without a stain, and who is, to one or two of us, not alone a friend lost, but an ideal set up: Perseus become a star.
1889.
[IRISH]
THEY say the Celt is passing away,
"Encompassed all his hours
By fearfullest powers
Inflexible to him."