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on his grave a wreath of everlasting, and thank God that 

 you have known that truth and honor and pure faith 

 which we weaklings of so-called civilization have lost in 

 our efforts to grasp a higher good not half so well worth 

 seeking. Truly the poor Indian was right in believing 

 that he should share the company of his faithful friend 

 when both should be translated to that equal sky ! If the 

 hereafter is to be filled with the good we have known, 

 will not many of us ask that such friends as these may be 

 there ? I am humbly conscious that, if honest purpose and 

 loyalty to her ideal be the test, there is certainly one dog 

 I have owned who should enter the gates in advance of 

 her master, strive he never so well for what is upright. I 

 am not so sure that she had not a soul that she is not 

 waiting for me now, even as she used to do when I went 

 away from home. Dear, loving, white - souled Piccola ! 

 Many are the tears which the memory of thee hath evoked ! 

 Though I live to the term when life is but labor and sor- 

 row, thou shalt daily have thy meed of a tender thought. 

 Was not Buddha, indeed, a true prophet ? But that is an- 

 other story. 



