OUR DOGS. Ill 



been presented him by a man who was leaving the place. 

 Prince was in the decline of his days, but a fine, majestic 

 old fellow. He had a sagacity and capacity of personal 

 affection which were uncommon. Many dogs will change 

 from master to master without the least discomposure. A 

 good bone will compensate for any loss of the heart, and 

 make a new friend seem quite as good as an old one. But 

 Prince had his affections quite as distinctly as a human 

 being, and we learned this to our sorrow when he had to 

 be weaned from his old master under our roof. His howls 

 and lamentations were so dismal and protracted, that the 

 house could not contain him ; we were obliged to put him 

 into an outhouse to compose his mind, and we still have a 

 vivid image of him sitting, the picture of despair, over an 

 untasted mutton shank, with his nose in the air, and the 

 most dismal howls proceeding from his mouth. Time, the 

 comforter, however, assuaged his grief, and he came at last 

 to transfer all his stores of affection to Will, and to con 

 sider himself once more as a dog with a master. 



Prince used to inhabit his young master s apartment, from 

 the window of which he would howl dismally when Will 

 left him to go to the academy near by, and yelp trium 

 phant welcomes when he saw him returning. He was really 

 and passionately fond of music, and, though strictly forbid 

 den the parlor, would push and elbow his way there with 

 dogged determination when there was playing or singing. 



