18 OUR DICK. 



for a friendly shake. The poor chap 

 seemed to realize that here, at last, was 

 rest and shelter, after the trials of the 

 wretched Pound. 



It is dear Charles Lamb, I believe, who 

 tells the story of a tiny chimney-sweep 

 who was found sound asleep on a sump- 

 tuous bed in one of the chambers of a 

 ducal palace. As it fell out, the little 

 blacky was the long-lost heir. So it was 

 with Master Dick; for after he had re- 

 freshed the inner dog with a most pro- 

 digious " tuck out," and been put to rights 

 by undergoing a regular Turkish bath, 

 our little tramp was transformed into the 

 brightest and handsomest Scotch terrier 

 that you could find from John o' Groats 

 to Edinburgh Castle. He was a dog of 

 quality, without doubt, John Knox him- 

 self was not a stouter fighter, and his big. 



