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him of approaching danger, and, if deprived of 

 sight, has gently and faithfully led him about. 

 If his master wants amusement in the fields or 

 the woods, he is delighted to have an oppor- 

 tunity of procuring it for him. If he finds him- 

 self in solitude, his dog will be a cheerful com- 

 panion ; and maybe, when death comes, he will 

 be the last, as we have seen, to forsake the 

 grave of his beloved master. In fact, he is fond, 

 intelligent, and grateful. I will here quote some 

 lines by Lord Byron on his dog : 



" When some proud son of man returns to earth, 

 Unknown to glory but upheld by birth, 

 The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of wo, 

 And storied urns record who rests below : 

 Not what he was, but what he should have been. 

 But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, 

 The first to welcome, foremost to defend, 

 Whose honest heart is still his master's own, 

 Who labours, fights, lives, breathes, for him alone, 

 Unhonour'd falls. * * * 



Ye who perchance behold this simple urn, 

 Pass on it honours none you wish to mourn ; 

 To mark a friend's remains these stones arise 

 I knew but one, and here he lies." 



I have now done with my lectures for the 

 present. You wished, when I last met you, to 



