230 AROUND AN OLD HOMESTEAD. 



Mr. Henry van Dyke, too, has written a good story 

 of a dog called "A Friend of Justice," in "The Ruling 

 Passion." When his master first patted him on the 

 head, runs the tale, "the dog looked up in the man's 

 face as if he had found his God." His master put 

 a cross over his grave. "Being French," said he, "I 

 suppose he was a Catholic. But I '11 swear he was a 

 Christian." 



Shakespeare speaks of the baying of the dog as in 

 itself music; and who that has ever heard it can forget 

 the deep, bell-like, echoing tones of a hound in the dis- 

 tance as he scents his game in a chase among the hills? 

 We find the dog remembered in many of the finest 

 paintings and hunting pictures, in numberless photo- 

 graphs, and in occasional dog statuary. Indeed, there 

 can be few more inspiring subjects for an artist who 

 loves animals than a well-formed, healthy dog in a 

 graceful, eager poise. 



In the chase or in the library the dog will always 

 be close to man's heart. 



II. 



"Tears are in my eyes to feel 

 Thou art made so straitly." 

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning: "To Flush, my Dog." 



LORD BACON said that man was the god of the 

 dog; and if it be not true, it ought to be true. For no 

 dependent creature so well deserves man's good inten- 

 tions and care, or should have so fine an example set 

 before him, as the dog. 



We make companions of dogs; we enjoy their 

 being with us and our being with them. And yet we 



