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own object, without waiting or caring for the 

 equally engrossing object of the other. The man 

 of business went on with an absorbed look, 

 caring only to thread his way rapidly along the 

 street. The student strided by with the step of 

 exercise, his lips parted to admit the pleasant 

 air to his refreshed lungs, and his eye wandered 

 with bewildered pleasure from object to object. 

 The schoolboy looked wistfully up and down the 

 street, and lingered till the last stroke of the 

 bell summoned him tardily in. The womanish 

 schoolgirl, with her veil coquettishly drawn, still 

 flirted with her boyish admirer, though it was ' af- 

 ter nine,' — and the child, with its soiled satchel 

 and shining face, loitered seriously along the 

 sidewalk, making acquaintance with every dog 

 and picking up every stone on its unwilling way. 

 The spell of the atmosphere was universal, 

 and yet all kept on their several courses, and the 

 busy harmony of employment went steadily and 

 unbrokenly on. How rarely we turn upon our- 

 selves, and remember how wonderfully we are 

 made and governed ! 



AUTO-BIOGRAPHY OF A DOG.— No. VI. 



WRITTEN BY HIMSELF. 



Dear Mr. Editor, — We found a very nice 

 luncheon, and everything very good and clean at 

 " Grand Mont," and mine hostess at the " Etoile " 

 a " brave Vaudoise." After resting some time, 

 we resumed our hunt. The first things laid hold 

 of were "Colias Edusa" and "Hyale," which 

 were skipping about in great abundance among 

 the rocks. 



All of a sudden we spied, upon a flower close 

 bj r us, a butterfly which was neither " Edusa " 

 nor "Hyale," but resembled in some respects 

 both. " What can that be? " " I'm sure I don't 

 know ; never clapped eyes on it before. It must 

 be a good one." " C'est bel et bien quelque 

 chose de crane," says Jean, making a spring at 

 it. Off it goes zigzag, and Jean after it. Up 

 comes the German servant, then the music - 

 master. Away flutters the butterfly. The 

 German servant gets ahead of Jean. All over 

 the corn. 



"Hallo there! Off the corn!" calls out a 

 Garde-champetre, a sort of rural policeman. No- 

 body takes the slightest notice, "Off the corn 

 there, I say, or I'll soon let you know who I am ! " 

 "ISTow keep your tongue civil, can't you, old 

 boy? " cries Jean. "Come off that corn, I tell 



you, or " "I shall not come otf till that 



butterfly is caught," replies Jean, " unless it be 

 to hang you up on that oak tree. So now, old 

 fellow, no more bother; walk off," and Jean ad- 

 vanced apace towards him. It was quite enough. 

 My friend knew him, and he thought it better to 

 walk away; albeit not in the best humor, for he 

 was in hopes of touching a five-franc piece. Well, 

 at length the butterfly was captured, and as fresh 

 as a daisy ; and so it is at the present time, Mr. 

 Editor, for I saw it only yesterday. It was 

 u Colias H61ice," not to be sneezed at. 



A little further we took "Camilla" and "Sybilla," 

 " Alexis," " Euphemus," " Phoedra," " Briseis," 

 &c. &c. We crossed the fields to " Mezery," and 

 along the old wall we took " Catocala Pcllex " 



and " Paranympha," " Atriplicis," " Tiliaria," 

 " Adustaria," &c. &c. A little further on, a pair 

 of " Lucanus cervus," " Capra," and " Platycerus 

 caraboides," also " Saperda carcharias," which 

 Jilmost made his pincers meet on Bombyx's 

 finger. I was glad it was not on mine! The 

 beast nearly escaped. We were half afraid of 

 him, after the gripe he gave Bombyx; however 

 we bagged a few of his brothers and sisters ! 



On we went, and crossed a field to Prilly, a 

 curious old village, where the inhabitants cer- 

 tainly do not think that cleanliness is next to 

 godliness. Here we got to another "Etoile," 

 which, by way of distinguishing it from that of 

 Grand Mont, I shall call l'Etoile sale. Before 

 we enter the chalet, I must just describe an 

 ancient lime tree, said to be about two hundred 

 years old. Its goodly branches would each make 

 a tree of no ordinary size. At three feet from 

 the ground, the circumfei'ence was fairly measured 

 (for I watched it myself), and was found to be 

 twenty-four and a-half English feet. It was in 

 full health and luxury, and certainly a splendid 

 sight. Singularly enough, Bombyx has a curious 

 souvenir of this tree, in the shape of a " Sphinx 

 Tilice," reared from a caterpillar taken as he 

 was quietly crawling up its huge trunk. We 

 were now very tired, and resolved to have some- 

 thing to eat, and then go slowly home. So we 

 went up some dirty steps into a species of boarded 

 shed, from which, by the by, the view oyer 

 Leman's lovely waters is most beautiful — in- 

 cluding the summit of Mont Blanc, which, with 

 the sun shining upon it, appeared like a vast peak 

 of burnished silver ! 



Presently up comes mine host, a dirty, ill- 

 looking fellow, sans shoes or stockings, and with 

 his dirty shirt sleeves tucked up to his elbows. 

 " Bring us some sausage and gruyere, wine, &c. 

 &c." " Ouai, ouai, Monsieur, veut du vin 

 vieux? " " Certainment," says Jean, " the best 

 you've got." "Ah, de vin bouche* ; I under- 

 stand. "Here, Eanchetta, voyons voir ; come and 

 wipe this table down." " Desuite," squeaked a 

 voice below, and up comes " la belle Eanchetta." 

 Such an object! also sans shoes or stockings, 

 with a broad, grinning face, and dirty red hair. 

 "Was ist das fur ein hubsches Madchen!" 

 whispered the music-master (roars of laughter). 

 She had in her fair hand a large sponge, which 

 was probably used to wash the carts with. Bang 

 it goes on the table, making it still more dirty 

 than before. Eanchetta disappears, and up 

 starts mine host with a loaf of brown bread under 

 one arm, an immense bit of cheese between, his 

 thumb and finger, and a large knife in the other 

 hand, with which he chopped off a large lump of 

 bread and cheese, throwing it down on the 

 nasty table before us. " We never use plates at 

 Prilly," says mine host, "except on a Sunday." 

 However it all went down; for being uncom- 

 monly hungry, and the cheese very good, it 

 would not do to be too particular. 



As I and my brother did not care much for 

 the view, we went down into the kitchen, and 

 stretched ourselves before the fire. We imme- 

 diately saw that master was going to be done; 

 and so I just slipped up stairs, and whispered a 

 word in Jean's ear. "Thank you, my fine 

 fellow," says Jean; "I'll be after him;" and 



