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persuaded to leave his solitary vigil. The park police, 

 finding all efforts to get him from the pier futile, made 

 a bed for him, and daily brought him food, which he 

 refused. At last one morning he was found dead on 

 the ice. The supposition is that his master had fallen 

 into the lake accidentally or had committed suicide. 

 He was only a dog, yet how many human beings could 

 be found like him ? " 



The following by " Will-o'-the-Wisp " touchingly re- 

 fers to it : 



What seeks he there ? 

 That noble " Landseer" Newfoundland. 

 Is it obedience to command 

 That, all unflagging, makes him stand 

 On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare ? 

 What seeks he there ? 

 With wistful eyes, twin wells of woe, 

 With mournful whine so sad and low, 

 With sentinel tramping to and fro, 

 On the wind swept shore so bleak and bare ? 

 What seeks he there ? 

 When halting on his lonesome beat, 

 He scratches still with bleeding feet 

 Where heaping ice and water meet, 

 On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare. 

 What seeks he there ? 

 E'en when his faltering footsteps fail 

 To longer mark his bloody trail, 

 He crouches down with anguished wail, 

 On the wind-swept shore so bleak and bare. 

 What seeks he there ? 

 It is not food, for proffered meats 

 With no responsive wag he greets, 

 But every action search entreats, 



On tbe wind-swept shore so bleak and bare. 

 What seeks he there ? 

 Is it his master whelmed in the tide, 

 That piling ice blocks ruthlessly hide ? 

 Is it for him that he watched and died 

 On that wind-swept shore so bleak and bare 



The pathetic story of this Newfoundland finds a com- 

 panion piece in that of the spaniel. The scene is laid 

 on a dock where steamers land ; ' tis twilight, and the 

 dull gray of coming night is fast settling over the earth 

 and water. Dimly in the distance can be seen a steam- 



