IO6 OUR DOGS. 



went to bed anxious and sorrowful for the loss of its 

 shaggy playfellow that night, and Rover doubtless was 

 remembered in many little prayers ; what, therefore, was 

 the joy of being awakened by a joyful barking under the 

 window the next morning, when his little friends rushed 

 in their nightgowns to behold Rover back again, fresh 

 and frisky, bearing in his mouth a branch of a tree about 

 six feet long, as his offering of joy. 



When the family removed to Zion Hill, Rover went 

 with them, the trusty and established family friend. Age 

 had somewhat matured his early friskiness. Perhaps the 

 grave neighborhood of a theological seminary and the re- 

 sponsibility of being a Professor's dog might have something 

 to do with it, but Rover gained an established character as 

 a dog of respectable habits, and used to march to the post- 

 office at the heels of his master twice a day, as regularly 

 as any theological student. 



Little Charley the second the youngest of the brood, 

 who took the place of our lost little Prince Charley was 

 yet padding about in short robes, and seemed to regard 

 Rover in the light of a discreet older brother, and Rover's 

 manners to him were of most protecting gentleness. Char- 

 ley seemed to consider Rover in all things as such a 

 model, that he overlooked the difference between a dog and 

 a boy, and wearied himself with fruitless attempts to scratch 

 his ear with his foot as Rover did, and one day was brought 



