74 LECTURE VI. 



And, oh! was it meet that no requiem read o'er 



him, 



No mother to weep, no friend to deplore him, 

 And thou, little guardian, alone stretched before 



him 

 Unheeded the Pilgrim from life should depart?" 



I am sure you will all thank me for relating 

 this beautiful and affecting anecdote of the love 

 and fidelity of a poor dumb animal to his master, 

 whose remains were interred in the burial-ground 

 attached to a Quakers' meeting-house, near the 

 foot of the mountain. 



A poor woman, returning one winter's even- 

 ing from a market, where she had purchased her 

 loaf of bread, a bit of bacon, and a small piece 

 of mutton, and accompanied by a small dog, was 

 overtaken by a violent snow-storm, as she was 

 passing along a narrow lane. She was unable 

 to proceed, and at the end of three or four days 

 was found dead. Her dog had survived, and 

 was discovered close to his mistress and the 

 basket of food, which was untouched, although 

 the poor animal must have been nearly starved 

 from having had nothing to eat for so long a 

 time. 



I will now relate another anecdote of the love 

 and affection in dumb animals, which I am sure 



