THE Grumbletonians; OR, THE DOGS without-Doors. Henry Carey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T125553 K100170.000 Carey, Henry, 1687?-1743. The grumbletonians: or, the dogs without-doors. A tale. London printed for J. Peele 1727 pp. []-8. 8p.; 2⁰.

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THE Grumbletonians ; OR , THE DOGS without-Doors .
A Wealthy Farmer in the West , With Life's Enjoyments amply blest , A Man esteem'd both far and near , Who in his House kept special Beer ; Twelve Children eke around his Table , All lusty , lively , brisk and able : He carried wondrous well his Age , His Wife was Housewifely and Sage ; They throve , and pick'd up Wealth apace , And none at Church of them took Place . Two Mastiff Dogs he kept , to guard His House , his Poultry , and his Yard ; With Offal from the Meat he kill'd , Their hungry Paunches well he fill'd : All sleek they were , and in good Case , And shew'd the Plenty of the Place . But in the House they durst not enter , My Dame her Crock'ry would not venture ; For she had Tea-Table , and China , And held her Head as high as any : Her House was kept too nice and neat For Dogs to traipse with dirty Feet . For many Years these Currs were quiet , Nor grumbled at their Bounds or Diet , Would bark at Beggar or at Stranger , And make much Noise at little Danger ; But , to the Comers too and fro , No Marks of Surliness they'd shew . A Hound the Farmer had beside , A Hound ! His Hearts delight and Pride ; Peerless he was of all his Kind , So fleet ! he would out-strip the Wind , The best that ever follow'd Game , Frolick he was , and FLY his Name . Carest and lov'd by ev'ry Soul , He rang'd the House without Controul ; This made the angry Mastiffs jealous , FLY should be rais'd above his Fellows : Keep his Nose warm and lick the Plates , While they stood shiv'ring at the Gates . They grudge each Bit that goes beside 'em , And vow Revenge what e'er betide 'em ; In short so wond'rous fell they grew , At Friend and Foe they fiercely flew . These ugly Currs kept such a Rout , That no one durst stir in or out ; To quiet them their Master try'd , But they his Threats and Him defy'd : Their Fury would not be abated , They bark'd the more , the more he rated ; And made such a confounded Din , He thought 'twas best to let 'em in : For why , their Noise disturb'd the Head Of my good Dame , now sick a-bed ; So , rather than her Head should ake , He let 'em in for Quiet's sake . But lest their Rage on him should fall , He wisely rais'd his Plowmen all , With Prong , and Fork , and Bill in Hand , These furious Creatures to withstand ; But for this Caution was no need , As by the Sequel you may read : For soon as e'er the Door was ope , They both into the Kitchen crope , Wagging their Tails , all tame and mild , As harmless Lamb , or sucking Child . These Currs who were so fierce before , Now crouch and wriggle on the Floor ; Fawn at the very Servants Feet , And tremble lest they should be beat . Next they traverse the Kitchen round , To see what Prog is to be found ; Where , having fed to Hearts desire , They stretch'd themselves before the Fire , Content and snug they lay till broad day Light , The House was still , my Dame slept well that Night .

EXPLANATION .

Our Fable has a Moral , and no doubt , You all have Wit enough to find it out . Shakespear .