SIR WALTER SCOTT AND HIS DOGS. 



MASTER Frederick Little-John has of late struck up 

 quite a friendship with me, and haunts my footsteps 

 about house to remind me of my promise to write some 

 more dog stories. Master Fred has just received a present 

 from his father of a great Newfoundland that stands a 

 good deal higher in his stocking-feet than his little master 

 in his highest-heeled boots, and he has named him Prince, 

 in honor of the Prince that I told you about last month, 

 that used to drive the cows to pasture, and take down 

 the bars with his teeth. We have daily and hourly ac 

 counts in the family circle of Prince s sayings and doings ; 

 for Master Freddy insists upon it that Prince speaks, 

 and daily insists upon placing a piece of bread on the top 

 of Prince s nose, which at the word of command he fires 

 into the air, and catches in his mouth, closing the perform 

 ance with a snap like a rifle. Fred also makes much of 

 showing him a bit of meat held high in the air, from which 

 he is requested to u speak,&quot; the speaking consisting in 

 very short exclamations of the deepest bow-wow. Certain 

 it is that Prince shows on these occasions that he has the 

 voice for a public speaker, and that, if he does not go 

 about the country lecturing, it is because he wants time 



