TEKRIEKS. 157 



A Frenchman, who resided in the town of Oswes- 

 try, had a little black and tan terrier, that he had 

 taught to dance (of course) ; to smoke a pipe ; to make 

 a low bow on the mention of Napoleon ; and to cut a 

 caper of admiration at the words, "Jeune France." This 

 animal would fetch and carry anything, anywhere. 

 Only point to a wig that passed you in the street, 

 and it was in your hand the next moment ; and as 

 for picking pockets, handkerchiefs seemed to jump 



spontaneously into his mouth It so 



happened that on a market-day we were walking 

 with the Frenchman and his dog, on the road lead- 

 ing to Llangollen. It was summer weather, and 

 the dust lay very thick. We had walked about a 

 mile out, and were returning into the town, when sud- 

 denly he stopped, and said, " At the point where we 

 turned to come back, I dropped a franc among the 

 dust; we will wait till Moustache fetches it Allez, 

 Moustache, cherchez" and off went the four-footed 

 Mercury. An hour elapsed, and no Moustache 

 appeared, and we grew tired of waiting; and the 

 Frenchman, thinking he had lost his cur as well as 

 his coin, returned disconsolate to his lodging. 



The following morning we had occasion to see 

 him early, and while in his room, there was a 

 scratching at the door. He opened it, and, sorely 

 travel- worn, in rushed Moustache, with an old leathern 

 bag in his mouth, which, together with some bank 

 notes and other money, contained a franc piece. This 

 bag was subsequently claimed by a Welsh drover, who, 



