the cart, called Mm off. "He is a savage-looking 

 animal," said I to the man, as the dog skulked slowly 

 to his resting place. "He is a savage," replied the 

 man, " and we never let him lowse "but in places 

 where we dinna expect to meet strangers. It's weel 

 for ye that I saw him spring up, or he wad hae had 

 your thropple out afore ye could cry 'Jack Robison."' 

 I felt the truth of this at the moment most forcibly, 

 as I was walking, in consequence of the heat of 

 the day, with no handkerchief on and my neck bare. 

 I afterwards learnt that the savage disposition of 

 this dog was purposely encouraged by his owner, 

 who occasionally smuggled a little whiskey from the 

 Scottish side into England, for the purpose of keep- 

 ing excisemen at a distance. 



SIMPSON. I am not so sceptical as you are. I can 

 believe this of Byron. 



FISHEB. Can you? Then you entertain more 

 uncharitable feelings towards his memory than I 

 do, for what can you think of the man who could 

 be guilty of such an act of wanton cruelty and 



