30 REMINISCENCES OF A SP0ETS1L\N. 



more. They are translated by a young lady, a near re- 

 lation of the author : 



Tippoo. 



" Here stranger pause, nor view with scornful eyes 

 The stone which marks where faithful Tippoo lies ; 

 Freely kind nature gave each Kberal grace 

 Which most ennobles and exalts our race ; 

 Excelling strength and beauty joined in me, 

 Ingenious worth and firm fidelity. 

 Nor shame I to have borne a tyrant's name, 

 So far unlike to his my spotless fame. 

 Cast by a fatal storm on Tenby's coast, 

 Eeckless of life I wailed my master lost, 

 Whom, long contending with the o'erwhelming wave, 

 In vain vnth fruitless love I strove to save ; 

 I, only I, alas ! surviving bore 

 His dying trast, his tablets, to the shore ; 

 Kind welcome from the Belgian race I foimd, 

 Who once, in times remote, to British ground. 

 Strangers, like me, came from a foreign strand. 

 I loved at large along the extended sand 

 To roam, and oft beneath the swelling wave. 

 Though known so fatal once, my limbs to lave ; 

 Or join the childi-en in their summer play. 

 First in their sports, companion of their way. 

 Thus while fi-om many a hand a meal I sought. 

 Winter and age had certain misery brought ; 

 But fortune smiled, a safe and blest abode, 

 A new-found master's generous love bestowed ; 

 And 'midst these shades where smiling flow'rets bloom, 

 Gave me a happy life and houoiu-ed tomb." 



" A gamekeeper had a Newfoundland dog which he 

 used as a retriever. Shooting in a wood one day, he 

 killed a pheasant, which fell at some distance, and he 

 sent his dog for it. When half way to the bird he sud- 

 denly returned, refusing to go beyond the place at which 

 he had first stopped. This being an unusual circum- 



