. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. armot—exceptwhen he dodges a pump. A glimmering instinct guideshim to his old haunts. He bites his Ex-master—grips histrainer—takes a snap with a friend or two where he usedto visit—and then biting right and left at the public, atlast dies—a pitchfork in his eye, fifty slugs in his ribs, anda spade through the small of his back. The career of the animal is but a type of his victims—suppose some Bank Clerk. He was not bitten, but onlysplashed on the hand by the mad foam or dog-spray: arecent flea-bite gives entrance to the virus, and in less thanthree
. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. armot—exceptwhen he dodges a pump. A glimmering instinct guideshim to his old haunts. He bites his Ex-master—grips histrainer—takes a snap with a friend or two where he usedto visit—and then biting right and left at the public, atlast dies—a pitchfork in his eye, fifty slugs in his ribs, anda spade through the small of his back. The career of the animal is but a type of his victims—suppose some Bank Clerk. He was not bitten, but onlysplashed on the hand by the mad foam or dog-spray: arecent flea-bite gives entrance to the virus, and in less thanthree years it gets possession. Then the tragedy unhappy gentleman first evinces uneasiness at beingcalled on for his New River rates. He answers the Col-lector snappishly, and when summoned to pay for hissupply of water, tells the Commissioners doggedly, thatthey may cut it off. From that time he gets worse. Herefuses slops—turns up a pug nose at pump-water—andat last, on a washing-day, after flying at the laundress,. HYDROPHOBIA. A MAD DOG. 395 rushes out, ripe for hunting, to the street. A twilight re-membrance leads him to the house of his intended. Hefastens on her hand—next worries his mother—takes a biteapiece out of his brothers and sisters—runs a-muck, giving tongue, all through the suburbs—and finally, issmothered by a pair of bed-beaters in Moorfields. According to popular theory the mischief ends not dogs master—the trainer, the friends, human andcanine—the Bank Clerks—the laundresses—sweetheart—mother and sisters—the two bed-beaters—all inherit therabies, and run about to bite others. It is a wonder, themadness increasing by this ratio, that examples are notrunning in packs at every turn :—my experience, notwith-standing, records but one instance. It was my Aunts brute. His temper, latterly, hadaltered for the worse, and in a sullen, or insane fit, hemade a snap at the cooks radish-like fingers. The actdemanded
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