84 NATURALIST'S CABINET. 



Execution of Mons. R. Attachment of his dog. 



His faithful dog alone, amongst the thousands 

 that revered and loved him, dared, even under 

 the eye of the 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 himself on the grave. On that cold pil- 

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

 the second night: the neighbour, meantime, un- 

 happy at not seeing his protege, searches for him ; 

 and guessing the asylum he had chosen, steals 

 forth by night, and finding him as described, ca- 

 resses and brings him back. The good man tries 

 every gentle way, that kindness could devise, to 

 make him eat, But a short time afterwards, the 

 dog, escaping, regained his favourite place. O 

 man, give faith to a sacred truth! Three months 

 passed away; during every morning of which 

 the mourner returned to his loving protector, 

 merely to receive his food, and then retired to 

 the ashes of his dead master: and each day he 

 was more sad, more meagre, and more lan- 

 guishing. 



His protector, at length, endeavoured to wean 

 him. He first tied, then chained him; but what 

 manacle is there that can ultimately triumph 

 over nature? He broke, or bit through his bonds; 

 again escaped; again returned to the grave, 



