SIR WALTER SCOTT AND HIS DOGS. 



TV TASTER Frederick Little-John has of late struck up 

 -L -* 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 "speak," 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 



