Plish and Plum

Excerpt: ''With a pipe between his lips, Two young dogs upon his hips,'' Jogs along old Caspar Sly; How that man can smoke—oh my! But although the pipe-bowl glows Red and hot beneath his nose, Yet his heart is icy-cold; How can earth such wretches hold! ''Of what earthly use to me Can such brutes,'' he mutters, ''be? Do they earn their vittles? No! ''Tis high time I let ''em go. What you don''t want, fling away! Them''s my sentiments, I say!''