TO THE MEMORY OF SQUOUNCEB 343 



his conqueror that his mistress took pity on him, and gave 

 Negro to some friends. After a while the broken leg 

 mended (though it left a limp behind), and Squouncer's 

 appetite was found as healthy as ever. He lived many 

 years ; and his death, in a good old age, left a blank in the 

 house. A black Spanish bull-dog now reigns in his stead, 

 which may have its virtues, but will never be half as good 

 company on a wet day as Squouncer. 



