Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1862-11-27
Bulger Mourneth the Loss of his Dog,
AND PITCHETH INTO sKEESICKS AFTER THE NAN
NER OF MARK ANTONY.
BY POPKINS.

My Shaksperean friend BuIger has had the
misfortune to lose (by poison) a favorte cur
whose sheep stealing prochvties have long
been suspected in this locality, and who met
bis tragic end 10y the means referred to, ad-
ministered by one " Skeesicks," gentle shep-
herd with a hook" aud an eye over which
the wool could not be pulled Whether the
fatal button was orthodox or not, | can
not say but certain it is it did its work eff.
fectuaIy. Bulger very naturally taketh the
part of the deceased dorg," and in his usual
hghfalutin style thus discourseth 10 the gaping
crowd -
Friends, Rumuns and soldier feers lend
me your ears. | come now to plant poor Pom
to, not to praise him. The evils that dorgs
do they are inevitably punished for the
good, alas is rewarded with naught but ones
So was it with my noble Ponto. The bum,
mer Skeescks hath told you that Ponto did
kill sheep If it were SO, it was ger,reviouS
fault, aud gerreviously hath Ponto answered
! it.
Here, under leave of Skeesieks, and the
the rest. (for Skeescks is an honorable man,
so are they all honorable men, come to
speak in Pontos favor. He was my dorg
faithful and just to me, keeping strict watch
over all my piate. But Skeescks says that he
killed sheep and SkeeSickS is an honorable
mau
when nocks have hrowsed in meadows
| green not far removed from my domain,
tried the cur in this respect, and sportively
did urge him on to seize the throat Of an er-
rant lamb who had percbance strayed from
the fold, innotced by the careless shepherd.
| But turning back with dowucast look and
caud!e pendage firmly pressed betwixt his
| graceful legs, he wbned, aud would not do my
bidding Did this in Ponto show a love for
mutton? When but the rams have ba a a-ed,
! Ponlo hath atfrighted run into his dark Sc
cluded kennel !! Sheep-killers should be made
of sterner stuff yet Skeescks VOWS that he
| killed sheep and Skeeslcks is an honorable
man
You all did see that in the market place
| | thrice presented him q rare aud teuder chop,
which he did thrice refuse Was this ramDl-
ton ? Yet SkeesickS also says he was rGmbi
tious And, sure. he is an honorable man
! | speak not to diSprove what Skeesicks spoke,
but here am to speak what do know. But
ycsternght the meIodious bark Of Ponto did
10 doubt strike terror to the soul OF many a
midnight burglar Now lies he there. and
none SO poor to do him reverence. Oh, fell
lers if | were disposed to stir your bel lood
and muscle to the striking point. | should do
| SkeeSIckS wrong and Snltter wrong, who you
all do know, are hohOrahIe meH.
But if you have tears, prepare to shed
! them now. You all do know this muZZe. |
remember the first time eer Ponto had it on.
! Twas on II summers evening, at his kennel
door That day he overcome, ana in less than
! forty minutes aunihated four score of ram
pant rats. Look 'twIXt this wire did Skee
scks pass the subtle poison through See
what dent the envious shepherd made At
that short and aellcropped ear the beloved
onlfter kicked And as be drew his horse
hide boot away, mark how the blood of Ponto
followed it, as rushing out OF doors to be re
solved if Snifter so unkindly kicked or no
for Snitter, as you know, was Ponto'S angel
having many time and oft on him bestowed
a fresh and " rosy tinted pluck that surrep
ttiously he d taken from a sleeping butchers
shamhle
Judge then, 0 ye gods how dearly Pom
to loved him This was the most uukindes,
blow of all For as the noble Ponto saw him
kick, then burst his poisoned liver, and, in hi:
mnzze mufflDg up his nose, great Ponto fell
Oh, what fall was there, old boys Ny
grief's too great for utterance Boo.hoo-hoo
Bear with me for while, | prithee AnC
now, Ponto farewell long farewell !! 1e
ere | 60 I'll pluck from out thine elongated
narrative single hair, as melancholy scuve
mir of thy departe4 greatness Come, come
my friends let's suddenly away from this sac
scene, and in yon inviting hostelre we'll ees
indulge in stoups of mellow wine, to deadel
the sharp edge of this poignant woe."-( E1e
unt oames, smallag)