A Capital Run with the United Pack.
[Kindly inserted in Bell's Life.]
Mr. Editor: Sir,—As your columns abound
With all sorts of sports, from the racehorse and hound
To a show of canaries, permit me a space
To describe an unusual, but excellent chase,
That came off near our village a few days ago.
And was well worth the seeing, as quickly I'll show.
A pig (Nay, don't start, Sir!)—a grunter, I say,
Who had got (as pigs oft have) a very bad way
Of "rooting" (that's proper, as every child knows)
The bricks from the floor of his "sty" with his nose;
So offended his owner by conduct like this,
That he sent for the blacksmith to shove through the gris-
Tle (or cartilage rather, for that's the just phrase),
A ring that should teach this vile pig better ways.
The morning and Vulcan are duly arrived,
And he who in similar ingoes had strived
With porkers before, got the waggoner's lad
To lay hold of his tail, and the notion warn't bad!
'Tis by no means essential, I fancy, to tell
How the lad got upset, or the noseborer fell,
'Tis enough that it was so; the pig, a real boar,
Made a put at the closed, but yet ill-fastened door,
And away, like blue blazes, the varmint was seen,
Going straight as a dart over Faddlemore Green.
