102 REMIXISCEXCE>S OF A SPOETSMAX. 



CHAP. XXXVill. 



THE INSTINCT OP BOGS. — HOITE AT LAST. — AXECDOTES. — LORD 

 ELDON's PIXCHER. — NERO'S PERSTJIT. — CARTOrCHE. — CARD- 

 TRICKS. — ADTEXTERES OP MOESTACHE. — THE FOER-LEGGED 

 POACHER. 



"Strill soimds are breaking on tlie startled ear, 

 The shriek of agony, the ciy of fear ; 

 And the sad tones of childhood in distress 

 Axe echoing through the snow-clad -wilderness. 

 And who the first to waken to the sound, 

 And quickly down the icy path to bound ; 

 To dare the storm with anxious step and grave. 

 The first to answer and the first to save ? 

 'Tis he, the brave old dog who many a day 

 Hath saved lost wanderers in that dreary way, 

 And now, with head close crouched along the groiuid, 

 Is watching eagerly each coming sound : 

 Sudden he starts — the cry is near — 

 On, gallant Bruno ! know no fear ; 

 On, for that cry may be the last, 

 And human life is ebbing fast ! 

 And now he hurries on with heaving side, 

 Dashing the snow from oif his shaggy hide : 

 He uears the child ; he hears his gasping sighs. 

 And, with a tender care, he bears away the prize." 



Mrs. Houston. 



The instinct that leads dogs to find their Avay back to 

 their master's house through a country in which they have 

 never before travelled, and even to a very considerable 



