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It so happened, there was a very large stone 
against an old willow tree close to the wall. We 
placed the pork straight against the stone. 
Carlo sprung on the wall. I got on the stone, 
and raised the pork as well as I could with my 
jaws till Carlo clutched it, first with his paws and 
then with his teeth. I was on the wallin a 
moment, and we lugged it to the top in safety. 
Here our further progress was once more arrested 
by aloud laugh. We had not been aware that Bom- 
byx was at the drawing-room window, watching 
our proceedings at the top of the wall, and won- 
dering what we were about. Just at this moment 
too, Mr. G. made his appearance at the gate, with a 
nice little basket of sausages as a present for Bom- 
byx. Our ludicrous appearance forced a laugh. 
“Well, hang it, Sare,” said G. to Bombyx, 
“you have two funny dogs!” Bombyx was 
vexed, and he was about applying a cane to our 
backs. I was for making a bolt of it; but Carlo 
stopped on the top of the wall, making the most 
uresistibly comic face. 
“Well, Sare,” said G., “pray don’t disturb 
them. There is plenty more for us all. They 
take the ‘peine’ to bring it all this way, Sare, 
they deserve it for their impertinence. My men 
ought to be caned, for not looking sharper; pray 
let them enjoy it, Sare. They are very queer dogs, 
Sare, to come and run away with a grand coun- 
cillor’s (G. was a grand councillor and a magis- 
trate) bit of bacon. Very funny dog, Sare; very 
funny dog! My little wife beg me say, she have 
one very particular good little plate of pork for 
supper, Sare; and some roast pommes-de-terre, 
and she hope you come and eat it. I have 
some capital 1811, and a little old whiskey— 
pour faire la digestion. 
About halfpast eight o’clock, when we knew 
they would be at supper, Carlo said to me— 
‘Suppose we go as far as Mr. G.’s, and just see 
what they really have got for supper. We can 
observe all that goes on through the glass door.” 
“Well,” said I, “ I have no objection, provided 
you mean to conduct yourself like a gentleman ; 
for I will not be a party to your rascality any 
longer. I have nearly lost my character through 
your shameful conduct.” 
A sulky growl warned meI had better say 
nomore. So off we started, and there we found 
Mr. and Mrs. G., and Bombyx. Little “ Jack” 
lay by the fire, and half-a-dozen cats were scattered 
in different directions. The supper smelt prime, 
and Mr. G. every now and then held a tempting 
morceau between his thumb and finger, which 
little Jack most gracefully disposed of. ‘‘ Shoot 
that Jack,” grumbled Carlo, “TI really can’t stand 
it. He’s too bad.” —‘* What,” said I, “have you 
not had enough to-day ?”—‘ Hold your noise, 
you stupid fellow, and just go round and see if 
Sophy’s at the back-door. We may then perhaps 
squeeze in.” 
Glad enough to get away, I slipped quickly 
round. But, blessme! on my return what do you 
think had happened? Why, another little tempt- 
ing morceau was held up to “Jacky.” Carlo 
could resist no longer; and with one spring went 
right through the glass door, shivering two large 
panes to atoms, and alighting at the feet of Mr. 
G., who simply exclaimed— Hang it, Sare, I 
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never see such funny dog! 
KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. 
The cats were flying about the room, and 
little ‘‘ Jack” seemed to think the Prince of Dark- 
ness himself was there, so he hid himself behind 
a basket of wood. “Oh, my dear Coco!”’ cried 
Mr. G.; “come here, Captain.” (He was 
standing at the top of the curtain.) 
‘Very funny dog indeed, Sare,” quoth G. 
Just at this juncture I arrived ; and perceiving 
the hubbub, and my stupid brother grinning in 
the middle of it, I must needs follow through 
the aperture he had already made. 
“Upon my waird, Sare, I never see such 
impudent dog. However, Sare, they shall not 
spoil our glass of whiskey ;” and so saying, he 
stopped out the cold by applying the sliding 
shutter to the glass door, and then mixed some 
capital whiskey and water. 
“Kh mon pére; qu’y a t-il donc!” screamed 
Sophy, who had just been attracted by the 
unusual noise. ‘Eh les vilains chiens! Viens, 
ma jolie Co-colette; qu’ est ce que ca veut 
dire ?” 
“Oh, ce n’est rien ma Bonne; c’est que le 
petit chien a sauté par la fenétre. C’est tout. Ap- 
portez nous encore un peu d’eau bouillante, sil 
vous plait.” 
The time however for parting arrived ; and G. 
accompanied us to the gate of his country- 
house, exclaiming, as he wished us good night, 
“Very funny dog, Sare; very funny dog, 
indeed!” 
Poor G. has been dead some time, to the 
unfeigned sorrow of all the poor in his nefghbor- 
hood, to whom he was indeed a friend—a noble 
friend. My old master followed his remains to 
their last home ; and surely, if ‘‘ charity covereth 
a multitude of sins,’ poor G. will receive his 
reward. Adieu. Your very jolly old friend, 
Tottenham, September 15. Fino. 
MAIDENS! TAKE HEED! 
(ANACREONTIC.) 
As Chloe tripp’d along the grass— 
A pretty laughter-loving lass, 
Love, flying by, her form did see, 
And changed himself into a bee. 
He hover’d fast from flower to flower, 
And into every shady bower, 
And all his little arts did try 
To catch poor Chloe’s wand’ring eye. 
Alas! too soon he did succeed, 
And Chloe ran fast o’er the mead 
To catch the little fluttering thing. 
But, quite regardless of its sting, 
Within herhand she clasp’d it tight, 
And soon began to scream with fright. 
She'd felt the dreadful, cruel smart, 
By being wounded with its dart. 
She oped her hand—away it went, 
Some other mischief to invent. 
But though the insect flew away, 
The sting remain’d for many a day. 
The moral of our tale is this: 
That though love may at first seem bliss, 
Whatever joy it doth impart, 
Iv NEVER COMES WITHOUT A SMART. 

