The Poor Mans Grave, 1860. ...Mr. Routledge has commenced the issue of his usual series of magnificent gift-books. This is a volume got up in the very first style of richness and ornamentation...and crowded with illustrations to poems selected by the author. The artists who have been chosen to deal with the subjects are familiar for their excellence, being John Gilbert, J. Wolf, Harrison Weir, J. D. Watson, &c.; while the execution of the engravings has been committed to the trusty hands of the Messrs. Dalziel... "The Poor Mans Grave. There is not one of kindred clay To watch the coffin on its way: No mortal form, no human breast Cares where the paupers bones may rest. But one deep mourner follows there, Whose grief outlives the funeral prayer; He does not sigh - he does not weep, But will not leave the fresh-piled heap. Tis he who was the poor mans mate, And made him more content with fate; The mongrel dog that shared his crust, Is all that stands beside his dust. From "Illustrated London News", 1860.