THE BISHOP AND THE DOG.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VI, Issue 35, 30 August 1890, Page 3

THE BISHOP AND THE DOG.

«NE rainy day last winter, while the Bishop of Waiapu was walking under a verandah in HastingsStreet, Napier, a big dog jumped from an upper window of a shop on the glass verandah Wow, through which he fell with a tremendous crash of broken glass on the Bishop's head and shoulders. The Bishop was more astonished' than huit, and remarked to those who came to his assistance that he hail often heard it said that it was raining oogs and cats, but had never experienced the sensation before.]

Good people all, both great and small, From Napier to Cathay, Adjust your ears and listen to A layman poet's lay : Who many a rhyme has in his time Together strung, but who Has now his greatest theme on band— The Bishop of Waiapu. The Bishop and a dog I sing. They met (which caused a ruction), Promiscuously as one might say, Without an introduction.

’Twas on a chill and rainy day When loud the south wind blew, The rain was cold, as doubtless was The Bishop of Waiapu. His Lordship had his gaiters on, His Bishop's hat likewise, And o er his head aloft he bore A gamp of goodly size. But when he came to Hastings-street, He from his shade withdrew, And underneath verandahs walked The Bishop of Waiapu

HE STRUCK THE BISHOP OF WAIAPU. These kept him quite as dry that day, While walking up and down, As any sermon e’er was preached In country church or town.

But don't mistake, His Lordship was Not half as dry as you And I are now, so here's bis health— The Bishop of Waiapu. About the dog ’ Oh yes, that dog Got there just all the same ; He rushed into a drapery store Where no one knew his name. He had some deep dogmatic scheme Most probably in view, Some secular dark plot against The Bishop of W aiapu. He climbed the stairs and upward sped Until he reached the top, Then from the highest window sprang Off that large drapery shop. Some think the cur had suicide Most urgently in view, When like a thunderlsilt he struck The Bishop of Waiapu. Right through the glass verandah went The brute with awful smash, Ami on the Bishop's hat came down With one tremendous crash. The broken glass to right and left In shattered fragments flew; That day was one too many for The Bishop of Waiapu. ‘ It's raining dogs, I plainly see, The cats I don't espy, But doubtless the cat astrophe Will happen by and by.’ So said his Lordship while he rubbed His bruises, not a few, And put his gamp up to protect The Bishop of Waiapu.

Hazier.

Alexander Stuart.