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came round ; and although on other days, when they 

 saw us equipped for a walk, they were most vociferous 

 in their entreaties to go also, on Sunday they hid them- 

 selves under the sofa, and never offered to accompany 

 us. They knew where we went, and generally came to 

 meet us on our return, sometimes venturing as far as 

 the gate of the churchyard, which was a mile distant, 

 but never went within the enclosure. 



One of my brothers, who was more peculiarly 

 Pincher's master, had a great fancy to be a doctor, as 

 lie called it ; and he chipped various flint stones into 

 fancied instruments. With these he pretended to 

 perform operations on Pincher, who would lie per- 

 fectly passive under his hands, to have his teeth drawn, 

 his limbs set, his wounds bandaged, his veins opened. 

 The grand finale used to be an entire cutting up, which 

 the boy copied from the same process practised on 

 pigs. The dog was laid upon a table, with his legs 

 stuck out, which he made as stiff as possible. His 

 head was then cut off, and as soon as the flint was 

 passed across his throat, the head fell on one side, and 

 it might have been thought that the dog fancied it was 

 really off, so entirely did he let it lie without motion. 

 The flint was then passed round his legs, each of which 

 fell down without further movement, as close to the 

 body as he could pull them. At last, when all was 

 ended, my brother said, 'Jump up, good dog!' and 

 Pincher bounding off the table, shook himself to life 

 again. 



A favourite terrier was in the habit of accompanying 

 his master, who was a clergyman, to church, where ho 

 was so perfectly quiet that few persons knew of his 

 presence. On one occasion he went to a funeral, and 



