- An Elegy on the death
of Samuel Eddy's Dog by William Holden Eddy
To day no lofty strain I sing, of Pilgrims' joy or suffering,
tales heroic do I bring to set your minds agog;
of daily life of bitterness, alas, and strife,
sorrowful were rife
Of Samuel Eddy's dog.
The breed he sprang from who can name? Mastiff or bull
we cannot claim.
Or trained to seek the fleeting game,
in forest or in bog;
Lurcher or hound, or terrier keen,
Spaniel or Porter, greyhound lean,
Naught do we know
of this, I ween, of Samuel Eddy's dog.
What that dog did we do not know, almost three centuries
Little indeed the records show, in Plymouth's catalogue.
this we read, one summer day stretched cold in death the
poor beast lay,
Poisoned by some fell foe, they say,
was Samuel Eddy's dog.
Of this in truth we may be clear, that all the settlers,
far and near
Spoke words of comfort and of cheer, in
And soothed, as best they could, the
woe that had o'ercome its master so,
And checked the
tears that would o'erflow, for Samuel Eddy's dog.
Think of the grief of Zachariah, of Caleb, sad as Jeremiah,
doubtless year-old Obadiah, though somewhat in a fog,
his voice in wailing strong, and added to the weeping throng
lamentation strong for Samuel Eddy's dog.
What was John Dunahm's dreadful fate? What punishment
did him await?
Who made the household desolate? What
was the epilogue?
This only, that he sureties gave, than
henceforth he would well behave
For ever after poison
crave for Samuel Eddy's dog.
But later these two men agreed in partnership a cow to
To satisfy their households' nee with milk instead
Thus out of evil, good somehow will often come;
and so that cow
Repentance shows and sorrow now, for
Samuel Eddy's dog.
So let us pardon grant to him, and trust he's with the
That man who gave the poison grim, and broke
And let us all assembled here in heartfelt
sorry drop a tear
Upon the long forgotten bier of Samuel