That a naiad should long to ennoble the breed,

Or whether his lordship was charmed to behold

His face in the stream, like Narcissus of old,

In handing old Lady B—— and daughter,

This obsequious lord tumbled into the water;

But a nymph of the flood brought him safe to the boat,

And I left all the ladies a-cleaning his coat.

Christopher Anstey.

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG