ey, 
MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. 
ting room, while those rufhan tra- 
vellers were confederating with the 
innholder and his wife. Those 
wretches, he would have said, my 
henoured master, are the murderers 
of the bloody remains that have just 
been emptied from that sack, and-the 
business of the past night, he would 
haye added, was to have hid their 
dead in a pit, which their guilty 
“hands had dug in an adjacent field 
belonging to the innholder. 
._ To this awful piece of intelli- 
gence, would have succeeded other 
communications ; the appearance of 
a fresh traveller, the faithful dog 
_ would have continued, suggested the 
- perpetration of anéther crime, even 
that of thy death, my. devoted lord ; 
and but for my unwearied cares, 
thou hadst, ere this, been added to. 
the sanguinary mass before thee ! 
Yes, my dear Baron, thus might 
one single hour’s pgssession of that 
sacred distinétion of man—the hu- 
man voice, have enabled the pre- 
server to have explained himself to 
the preserved. 
But how far, my friend, Srl 
you have felt this proud slinga@ierisa 
tic of our kind, necessary in the 
case -before you? It would: have 
been superiluous: for could all the 
powers of speech more eloquently 
have explained the force of love, 
gratitude, courage, honour, or fi- 
_ delity. Did not his every look, his 
every movement, his caresses—his 
cries—his very silence—did not the 
honest disdain of. a bribe — his 
marked indignation of the guilty 
servant—his forgiveness of the mas-~ 
ter who had devoted him—did not 
all these speak, trumpet-tongued, 
the eulogy of honest instinét, ren- 
dering useless man’s pr oudest pre- 
rogative? Did not all these display 
whatever is most honoured and most 
Vou. ALY, 
897 
loved? Did they not set at nought 
the best arranged and best deliv ered 
form of words? 
It will not be a question in your 
mind, whether the humble but hap- 
py inatxanp a under providence, of 
this escape, was taken again into 
service; whether his wounds were 
bound up, and the balm of love and 
of penitence were infased? The 
master’s hour of contrition was now 
come, but the dog had no memory 
of past alienation, or of present 
pains. He had found whom he had 
lost; he had rescued whom he 
loved. 
You see the faithful companion 
depart from the house of blood with 
his lord. You behold the trans- 
port of both on their way. You 
observe the now restored favourite 
making his triumphal entry into 
that mansion, which he left in dis- 
grace. . 
And, as you follow the reflection, 
to which a train of events, thus pro- 
duced, naturally lead, you will adopt 
the sentiment of our great Shakes. 
peare, and might exclaim, by his 
language, ‘‘ There is more in this, 
my friend, than our philosophy cam 
find out. * 
On the Originality of Doétor Frank. 
lin's Writings. From “ Davis's 
Travels in North America.” 
OBTAINED accommodations at 
the Washington tavern, which 
stands opposite the Treasury. At 
this tavera I took my meals at the 
public table, where there was every 
day to be found a number of clerks, 
employed at the different offices un- 
der government; together with 
about half-a-dozen Virginians, and 
a few New England Men. ‘There 
3M was 
