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and he and his dog were wonderfully attached to 

 each other. Mr. Grey finally died, and poor little 

 Bobby fully realized the sad loss of his best friend. 

 He followed his master to the grave and was the 

 saddest mourner in the procession. 



He refused to leave, and the sexton found bim 

 lying on the grave next morning. As it was 

 against the rules to allow dogs in the cemetery, he 

 was put out, but he found his way back ; and for sev- 

 eral mornings in succession he was found lying on 

 his master's grave. James Brown, the old sexton 

 of the cemetery, was a very kind man and took pity 

 on poor little heart-broken Bobby, and not only al- 

 lowed him to remain on the grave, but gave him 

 his regular meals for some time, until a kind- 

 hearted restaurant keeper took the matter in 

 charge, and the dog was fed and properly taken 

 care of until he died at the ripe age of twelve 

 years. During many years, though he had many 

 warm friends, and the offer of luxurious homes 

 (which he declined), every night, and through 

 all kinds of weather, he slept on his mas- 

 ter's grave. The grave of that poor man has long 

 since been obscured by time, and nothing marks 

 the spot. Not so the memory of the faithful dog ; a 



