The Sun.
London, England, 1854-05-31 00:00:00

TO KENNETH•

(From Eliza Cook's Journal.)
Kenneth, my hound, you are watching my pen,
As you would the stag in Highland glen ;
And as I've no " Memoir" nor " Sonnet " to do,
I'll just tell in few words what I think of you.
I kuow you could give a blazoned descent,
With which even a Spaniard would be content;
From the breed of the Gordons and old Glengary,
The noblest of hunters—the fleet and the wary :
But like many with pedigree rare and brave,
You've a taint of something base—
You've been stealing the bacon—you know you have,

Dog of an ancient race.
You have strength of muscle, and length of limb,—
Your jaws are deep, and your beard is grim ;
Your fangs are strong and ivory-white—
Your mouth is as black as a cloudy night :
No doubt the fangs and the mouth could drag
Down low to the earth the wild red stag.
They could grapple and hold on the trembling haunch,
With a wound that the death-chill alone could staunch,
'Tis pleasant to hear the wise ones utter
The worth of your power and pace ;
But why did you swall on that pound of butter,
Dog of an ancient race ?

Your snake-like tail might fitly serve
As a model of art, with its pendulous curve;
Your body is fine in every line,
With its broad deep chest, and length of spine :
Your skin is the truest of colours they say,
Neither black, nor blue, nor white, nor grey,
But a mingling of all, which presents to the eye
A grizzle of most unpaintable dye.
You can lay your paws, with their ebony claws,
On my shoulders, with elegant grace,
But you help yourself from the pantry shelf,

Dog of an ancient race.
Your eyes areas clear, and as brown, and as bright,
As ever kept antlered buck in sight ;
They gleam like flames from Vulcan's forgo,
As you follow the game through the forest gorge :
They welcome me home with a look of love,
Blending the gaze of the eagle and dove ;
They beam and dilate, and sparkle and stare,
Till Laughter itself seems dwelling there.
They are beautiful eyes when they look askance,
From your favourite hearth-rug place,
But at dinner they have a sad " stealing glance,"

Dog of an ancient race.
Your bay is a musical sound I own,
'Twixt the howl of the wolf and the bugle's tone ;
But you should'nt " give tongue " with such ready zeal,
'When I leave you alone with a cutlet of veal.
Could you speak, you would tell me that breathings of
fame

Laud many who do precisely the same ;
And so I suppose while " high blood " is in vogue,
We must patiently wink at a well-bred rogue.
Sir Kenneth ! when venison flies through the glen,

Be a stag-hound in every pace ;
But when dished on the board, be a Carrier * then,
Dog of an ancient race.

ELIZA COOK.
* We trust our readers will pardon this bad and " slow"

COURT CIRCULAR.

The Queen and Prince Albert, accompanied by the
Prince of Wales, Prince Alfred, the Princess Royal, the
Princesses Alice, Helena, and Louisa, Prince Arthur,
and Prince Leopold, left Osborne for London at two
o'clock yesterday afternoon.
Her Majesty and his Royal Highness were attended
by the Viscountess Canning, the Hon. Beatrice Byng,
Colonel the Hon. C. B. Phipps, the Master of the House-
hold, Colonel Bouverie, Captain Du Platt, and Mr.
Gibbs.
Her Majesty and the Prince, with the Royal party,
embarked at the Trinity-pier, Cowes, in the Fairy, Royal
steam-yacht, crossed to Gosport, and travelled to town
by a special train on the South-Western Railway, pro-
ceeding from the private station at Vauxhall in several
of the Queen's carriages to Buckingham Palace, escorted
by a detachment of Carbineers.
The Queen and Prince arrived at the Palace at six
o'clock, and were received by the Duke of Wellington,
Earl Spencer, the Marquis of Breadalbane, the Marquis
of Abercorn, the Marquis of Ormonde, Viscount Tor-
rington, Colonel the Hon. C. Grey, and Mr. F. Caven-

dish.
Her Majesty, attended by the Viscountess Canning,
the Hon. Eleanor Stanley, the Hon. Beatrice Byng, the
Marquis of Ormonde, and Colonel. the Hon. Charles
Grey, honoured the Royal Italian Opera with her pre-
sence last evening.
His Royal Highness Prince Albert, attended by the
Marquis of Abercorn, Viscount Torrington, and Captain
Du Plat, honoured the Archbishop of Canterbury with
his company last evening, at Lambeth Palace.
The Hon. Eleanor Stanley and the Hon. Beatrice
Byng have succeeded the Hon. Misses Cavendish and
Macdonald as the maids of honour in waiting to the
Queen.
The Marquis of Ormonde and Mr. Frederick Caven-
dish have relieved Lord Rivers and Sir F. Stovin in
their duties as the lord and groom in waiting.
The Solicitor-General had an interview with the Chan-
cellor of the Exchequer yesterday, at his official resi-
dence in Downing-street.
Despafches were received at the Colonial-office yester-
day, from the Governors of New Zealand, Victoria,
Mauritius, Labuan, Hong-Kong, and Malta.