42 ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

Puiu. My dear, just ring for coals, it’s dreadful weather,
Make up the fire, and let’s be snug together.

[He proceeds to butter the muffin, which CERBERUS smells.

PLUTO raps him smartly on one of his noses.

Lie down! his hunger does n’t seem to stop;

Has n’t the dog’s-meat man brought round his sop ?
A precious night—upon the Stygian dyke

For Charon’s boat ; ’t will founder—wherry like!
The roads in such a state, too—all want paving,
Remind me, dear, (we must n’t be too saving,

And cures are more expensive than preventions)—

To order in a load of Good Intentions.
[A knock. CERBERUS growls.

Lie down, you whelp. My dear, he’s such a snarler,
I wonder you allow him in the parlour.
See who it is.

Pros. (going to door.) It’s CHARON!

aspect, may be purchased at any toy shop; and as even two heads are better than one,
the effect of a head-dress composed of three, may be imagined. With a little attention
to the appropriate action, this character, in the hands of any very young gentleman of
active habits, may be made a very funny dog indeed.