Il6 OUR DOGS. 



Like many old dogs, Prince had a very powerful doggy 

 smell, which was a great personal objection to him, and 

 Giglio was always in a civil way making reflections upon 

 this weak point. Prince was fond of indulging himself with 

 an afternoon nap on the door-mat, and sometimes when he 

 rose from his repose, Giglio would spring gracefully from 

 the table where he had been overlooking him, and, picking 

 his way daintily to the mat, would snuff at it, with his 

 long, thin nose, with an air of extreme disgust. It was 

 evidently a dog insult, done according to the politest modes 

 of refined society, and said as plain as words could say, 

 "My dear sir, excuse me, but can you tell what makes this 

 peculiar smell where you have been lying?" At any rate, 

 Prince understood the sarcasm, for a deep angry growl and 

 a sharp nip would now and then teach my fine gentleman 

 to mind his own business. 



Giglio's lot at last was to travel in foreign lands, for his 

 young mistresses, being sent to school in Paris, took him 

 with them to finish his education and acquire foreign 

 graces. He was smuggled on board the Fulton, and placed 

 in an upper berth, well wrapped in a blanket ; and the 

 last we saw of him was his long, thin Italian nose, and 

 dark, tremulous eyes looking wistfully at us from the folds 

 of the flannel in which he shivered. Sensitiveness to cold 

 was one of his great peculiarities. In winter he wore little 

 blankets, which his fond mistresses made with anxious 



