[Switches him "off," and turns him out.
"THAT CON-FOUNDLAND DOG!"
Mr. JOHN BULL loquitur:—
"Love me, love my Dog!" Well, I don't want to flog
The fine but excitable fellow.
With a nip on his tail e'en a Bull wouldn't fail
To bounce round a bit, and to bellow.
I'd do my square best with the greatest good will,
If only he'd—just for a moment—stand still.