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The next morning, however, he again came back, 

 and continued his visits for some weeks ; and once on 

 each day was regularly admitted by the humane gaoler. 

 The poor animal licked the hand of his master, looked 

 at him again, again licked his hand, and after a few 

 mornings, feeling assured of re-admission, departed at 

 the call of the gaoler. 



When the day of receiving sentence arrived, not- 

 withstanding the guards, which jealous power, con- 

 scious of its deserts, stations around, the dog penetrated 

 into the hall, and crouched himself between the legs 

 of the unhappy man, whom he was about to lose for- 

 ever. The judges condemned his master; " and may 

 my tears be pardoned," says the benevolent recorder 

 of this fact, " for the burst of indignation — the judges 

 condemned him to a speedy death in the presence of his 



dog /" Mons. R was re -conducted to the prison, 



and the dog, though prevented from accompanying 

 him, did not quit the door for the whole of that 

 night. 



The fatal hour of execution arrives with the morn- 

 ing ; the prison- door opens; the unfortunate man 

 passes out; his dog receives him at the threshold. 

 His faithful dog alone, amongst the thousands that re- 

 vered and loved him, dared, even under the eye of a 

 tyrant, to own a dying friend ! He clings to his hand 

 undaunted. " Alas ! that hand will never more be 

 spread upon thy caressing head, poor dog !" exclaimed 

 the condemned. The axe falls ! — the master dies ! 

 But the tender adherent cannot leave the body. He 

 walks round the corse — the earth receives it — and the 

 mourner spreads itself on the grave. On that cold 

 pillar he passed the first night, the next day, and the 

 second night. The neighbour in the meantime, un- 

 happy at not seeing his protege, searches for hin\, and 



