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CH. PAYMASTER ERASMIC (MOTHER), 
PROPERTY OF MISS LILIAN A. PAULL. 
(SON), 
PORCELAIN 
(DAUGHTER). 
CHAPTER XXXVIII. 
THE 
IRISH TERRIER. 
BY ROBERT LEIGHTON. 
“Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, 
Yet wherever thou art will seem Erin to me; 
In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, 
And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.” 
HE dare-devil Irish Terrier has most 
certainly made his home in our 
bosom. There is no breed of dog 
more genuinely loved by those who have 
sufficient experience and knowledge to 
make the comparison. Other dogs have a 
larger share of innate wisdom, others are 
more esthetically beautiful, others more 
peaceable; but our rufous friend has a 
way of winning into his owner’s heart and 
making there an abiding place which 1s 
all the more secure because it is gained by 
sincere and undemonstrative devotion. Per- 
haps one likes him equally for his faults 
as for his merits. His very failings are due 
to his soldierly faithfulness and loyalty, to 
his too ardent vigilance in guarding the 
Moore’s IrtsH MELODIES. 
threshold, to his officious belligerence to- 
wards other canines who offend his sense 
of proprietorship in his master. His par- 
ticular stature may have some _ influence 
in his success as a chum. He is just tall 
enough to rest his chin upon one’s knee and 
look up with all his soul into one’s eyes. 
Whatever be the secret of his attraction— 
whether it is merely a subtle Irish blarney 
that conquers, or a spontaneous worship 
of the being who is to him instead of a 
god—tis certain that he has the Hibernian 
art of compelling affection and forgiveness, 
and that he makes one value him, not for 
the beauty of his ruddy raiment, the straight- 
ness of his forelegs, the set of his eye and 
ear, the levelness of his back, or his ability 
