28 OUR DICK. 



leisure hours, as one might expect, were 

 chiefly bull -dogs, game chickens and 

 pugilists. To run down old women at 

 street crossings, or to annoy children and 

 animals, gave him unbounded delight. 

 Such a game he tried one morning with 

 Dick, but the victory remained with the 

 four-footed animal, and the brute with 

 two feet had to visit the "misfit pants 

 parlor" before he could serve any more 

 of his master's customers oil that day. 



This was years ago, but since then our 

 doggie has despised butchers and all their 

 tribe; even the sight of a respectable 

 householder carrying home his Thanks- 

 giving turkey excites his anger and con- 

 tempt. You all, I dare say, remember 

 the story of the elephant who threw the 

 water on the tailor a long, long time 

 after he had treated him cruelly. I think 



