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handsomely paid for; and gently put into the 
carriage, which, at that time, seemed to me a 
paradise, and its inmates angels. 
All in this equipage was so luxurious ! 
The first thing I did was to frisk and jump 
about in an ecstacy of joy. It was sucha 
change for me, that I felt half mad with 
delight. And then what aseat hadI! A 
rich velvet cushion was provided for me, and 
I found myself side by side with my lovely 
mistress. Oh! how endearingly she patted 
my head, as she called me ‘“‘her own pretty 
boy,” and lavished on me some thousands of 
caresses ! ? 
Then her daughter! What a most charm- 
ing girl she was! Oh, my dear Mr. Editor, 
how you would have loved her! She could 
not have numbered more than sixteen sum- 
mers; and what an affectionate soul she was! 
Heigh-o! Well; I will not dwell on the 
subject—but was not la happy dog? [You 
ought to have been happy,‘‘ Charlie.’’ We have 
often envied your race, in days gone by, 
under such circumstances.| This enchanting 
girl did make so much of me, and fondled me 
so nicely, that I imagined myself in Elysium. 
Only fancy! one day I was in an iron-bound 
prison-house, almost unable to turn myself 
round. ‘The next, I was ina flying palace on 
wheels; basking in the sunshine of angelic 
smiles and caresses. 
If my astonishment was great on entering 
the carriage, guess, my dear Sir, with what 
amazement I stared about me on our arrival 
at Terrace, when carried by Miss 
imily into the drawing-room of that noble 
mansion! J was now handed over to Rosa, 
the nursery governess, who took me to the 
sanctum of dolls and rocking-horses, at the 
top of the house. Here, after having been 
held up by one ear, by the tail, by one leg, 
and sundry other torments—which I took all 
in good part, I was so delighted with the 
frank countenance of Master Albert, and the 
pretty face of Miss Victoria (the two chil- 
dren) that, although I suffered much pain at 
their hands, I scarcely eried. 
In this room, however, my first real trouble 
commenced. I barked to be iet out; but 
Rosa was dressing Miss Victoria, who was 
to appear after dinner in the drawing-room, 
and Master Albert was busy (philosopher- 
like) trying to discover the cause of motion 
in the eyes of a new doll that came home in 
the carriage with me, and which I nearly 
had the misfortune to break, by knocking it 
off the seat during my first burst of joy. 
For this 1 suffered mentally and bodily. I 
was called “dirty dog!” Miss Emily heard 
this. As she came up stairs I knew her 
sweet voice, and ran to meet her; hoping 
again to receive a fond caress, such as she 
gaveme inthe morning But well I remem- 
ber, and even at this distance of time I can 

feel, the cruel ‘Go along, nasty dog!” and 
the lash of the whip, another of that day’s 
purchases. My head seemed in a whirl, my 
heart beat almost to bursting. I could not 
ery, but slank away into one corner of the 
room. ‘here did I reflect, and marvel to 
think how kind and yet how cruel even well- 
intentioned people may be, when the head 
alone is furnished, and the warm impulses of 
Nature are scoffed at. 
Even if I had been to blame (I was not), 
the cruel words from those who had been 
kind to me, and whom J already loved, would 
have been sufficient. There needed not the 
cruel whip, and the knowledge that a was 
bought with, and for me. What an idea! 
To buy an innocent creature on whom to 
lavish kind words and caresses, and to pro- 
cure, at the same time, an instrument of 
torture for it! As if our senses were like 
the vitals of a Rhinoceros, only to be reached 
through the ‘ cracks” on our hides! 
After dinner, Miss Victoria and I were 
taken down to be shown to the company. 
You must excuse me coupling myself with 
this pretty child ; but it is a fact she was as 
much for show as I was, except that my 
appearance was natural, hers doubtful. Be- 
tween ourselves, her head and feet were all 
that could be distinguished as human. The 
residue was a mass of muslin, lace, and rib- 
bons.* 
When she had been examined and admired 
by the ladies (who complimented her maid, 
and her milliner), and the gentlemen (who 
considered “ her eyes were beautiful, just like 
mamma’s’’), then came my turn. I was 
handed from one to another—first put on 
the floor, then taken up and placed on the 
table (for a better view I suppose). But, 
having no valves (a /a Mr. Sands) on my 
feet, I slipped; and upset a glass of wine 
over one of the ladies’ dresses. You may 
guess the consequences of this accident. 
The whip immediately presented itself to 
my mind; and so frightened was I that I 
screamed, became giddy, and fell on the 
floor. When picked up I was insensible. 
* We are pleased, “ Charlie,” to note your 
minute exactness as you go on. Children now- 
a-days, are systematically deformed. If parents 
wish their children to be hated by their servants, 
their nurses, and by all who see them beyond the 
precincts of the nursery,— they are taking the 
most direct means of bringing about that result. 
As we walk abroad at this lovely season (either 
in London, in the country, or by the sea-side) we 
see everywhere the most disgusting exhilitions 
of these hideous-looking dwarfs. Naturally fond 
as we are of children, yet cannot we look at the 
modern deformities “called” children, with any- 
thing but unqualified abhorrence. They are all 
“‘ outsides,”— an army of elaborately tricked-out 
“puppets.” —Ep. K. J. 

