THE DOG. 157 



A lady, residing near Wrexham, in Shropshire, had a 

 favourite terrier, who was much attached to her. As 

 she was going, on one occasion, to a house of great 

 formality at Chester, twelve miles from home, and in- 

 tended to pay many visits, she left her dog behind in 

 the care of the servants, who were strictly charged to 

 take care of him. On the day after her arrival, how- 

 ever, she had scarcely taken her seat with a dinner-party 

 of twenty, when it was found, from various growls, that 

 a dog was under the table. To all such animals the 

 lady of the house had a strong antipathy, and, as her 

 husband kicked at the intruder, there were furious bark- 

 ings and attempts to bite ; all became confusion, every- 

 body rose, and the servants with brushes and sticks 

 strove to drive out the dog. The lady referred to was, 

 however, especially annoyed j for, as it leaped into her 

 lap for shelter, it proved to be her own. It appeared 

 that the terrier had gnawn asunder the rope which 

 confined it, broke a pane of glass in the stable window, 

 and made its escape. It had never been a mile on the 

 Chester road, and yet it had traversed the whole dis- 

 tance to the house which its mistress was visiting. The 

 servants of it said, that the dog made its way into the 

 passage, ran up into her bed-room, and not finding her 

 there, had left it, and by some means or other gained 



