17 Still, hampered with some scores of sick, Wounded and women scattered thick, 'Twas plain that there the force must stick 18 Till reinforcements should arrive; And Dandy meanwhile must contrive 19 Two months in garrison cooped up, 20 And famished soldiers oft would flurry Their minds, by hinting how much worry 'Twould save-to cook of them a curry! 21 But though reduced to skin and bone, 22 In very nick of time at last Clyde came to terminate their fast, And o'er their gloom a light to cast! 23 Thus was Lucknow twice sought and saved ; Thus Dandy and his wife both braved The fight! and gallantly behaved! 24 Not e'en the Generals who led all, Better deserved the Lucknow medal Than these brave doggies:-Now I've said all 25 That's known for certain on the matter, 26 In fact, had grown to dog's estate, CANTO THE SECOND. DANDY'S MARRIED LIFE IN BENGAL. 27 FULL six months more of Oude campaign, Marching here, there, and back again, Failed to lay "Dandy" with the slain. 28 Though oft the bullets o'er him flew, Or he'd have ne'er been known to you. 29 Flora passed likewise free from harm Through every danger and alarm, Increasing daily in each charm. 30 At length, when war's rude deeds were done, Laden with laurels fairly won, Dandy and Flora longed for fun. 31 Removed to Ishapore's green glades,* The pets of matrons, men, and maids; 32 Or, romping ever side by side, They plunged in Hoogly's rapid tide, And greedy crocodiles defied. 33 But chiefly 'twas their joint delight 34 Perplexed, they wildly gazed about, Then recommenced the race and rout. * A beautiful official residence near Calcutta, where Dandy's master filled an important appointment under Government. 35 Like two attendant satellites, They shared with us each day's delights, 36 Oh! happiest days of doggish life! 37 Five tranquil years thus slid along, Like the sweet cadence of a song, When lo! once more the world's loud throng! 38 Farewell calm shades of Ishapore, Which we have rambled o'er and o'er ! We ne'er, alas! may see you more! 39 Yet do you ever present seem Our never-tiring fireside theme; Most real once, though now a dream! |