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securely around his neck so he can't scratch it off, and make him wear this 

 chicken for a necklace for a week, or until the chicken has become so decayed 

 that the odor will cause him such an intense dislike for fowl that anything else 

 would smell more 'sweet. This is an infallible cure if you can fasten chicken on 

 so securely that he can't get rid of it. 



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A MINISTER'S OPEN LETTER TO 

 A DOG POISONER. 



A MINISTER'S OPEN LETTER TO A DOG POISONER. (From Dogdom.) 

 Some one recently poisoned the little terrier belonging to the Rev. Dr. A. A. 

 Murphy, pastor of the Second Presbyterian Church of New Brunswick, N. J. The 

 loss of his dog grieved Dr. Murphy very much and he wrote the open letter to the 

 poisoner for publication in a local paper: 



"To THE MAN WHO POISONED MY DOG." 



"Whoever you are I do not know, neither do 1 want to know for fear that I 

 should despise you more than Christianity admits. That little dog never 

 harmed you or any other creature, human or brute. Had you come here he would 

 have greeted you warmly. Why did you do it? Besides, if it had to be done, 

 why not use chloroform, why use that terrible poison that gave him two hours 

 of agony before he passed away, but which he bore like the little hero that he 

 was? If there be a dog's heaven, and who shall say that there is not? the brave, 

 honest, affectionate' little fellow is there, for he was just as good as it is pos- 

 sible for a brute to be, while you are still on earth. Repent, sir, for as sure as 

 the God who created men and dogs is righteous, shall He hold you responsible for 

 such an unwarrantable, cruel, evil deed. I say this without any idea of vengeance, 

 for I have nothing but pity for such as you. No more shall he accompany me in 

 my rambles, nor when left at home, run to meet me with an ecstacy jbf delight 

 on my return! Yet, much as I shall miss my little friend, and he did comfort 

 me in my loneliness, I would rather be the subject of his loss, with the last lick 

 of his tongue on my hand, and the glance of his dying, but loving, eye, in my 

 memory than be you, with the consciousness of your bad, black deed in your 

 heart." 



