Nature and Art, February 1, 1867.] 
BIZZ AND HEE FOES. 
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though it prevented any assault, did not prevent 
their eyeing each other ; but in a short time Bizz 
understood that they belonged to the premisees, and 
took them under her protection, a guardianship 
particularly ignored by Ninon, who believed she 
could protect herself. Folly was a desperate little 
fool. I only wonder now she passed through life at 
all : she was always getting into difficulties. One 
day she sprang into the dripping-pan, and scalded 
her pretty feet with the hot grease ; another time 
she ran up the steps, and jumped into the water- 
butt, where she would have been drowned but for 
machree, or avourneen, she was on her hind legs in 
a moment, her rough nose thrust through the bars 
of the garden gate, and her red tongue extended to 
its full length, in the endeavour to lick my hand. 
If I went still farther, and sang a few bars of “ St. 
Patrick’s Bay,” her queer face shrivelled up into a 
grin, and she dodged about on her hind legs, 
evidently expecting me to do the same ; until 
doubtless offended at my declining her as a partner 
in a jig, she would drop down suddenly, and shrink 
back to her refuge in the potato-basket. Despite 
[ her confinement, I really think this would have 
Bizz, who, having seen the accident through her 
trellise, got up a tremendous outcry, and when cook 
opened the gate to ascertain the cause, made a rush 
up the steps, dashed right into the butt, and effected 
an immediate rescue. Of course cook made the 
most of that piece of sagacity. Had it not been for 
Folly’s delicate and exceeding beauty, I could not 
have tolerated her stupidity and absurdity as long 
as I did ; but beauty cannot make a long stand 
against real disadvantages ; she was a most helpless 
anxiety, and was totally devoid of affection. I 
gave her away at last to a person who already 
possessed two pugs, a skye, a Bussian poodle, and 
a huge mongrel Newfoundland. I forget her name, 
birt I remember she was always called “ the dog 
lady,” and very fond she was of Folly. 
The untiring watchfulness and sagacity of Bizz 
interested us more and more : she declined our 
caresses, and was quite independent of sympathy, 
but whenever I whispered Thurum pogue. or cushla 
been the most tranquil time of Bizz’s life, if she had 
not been roused and irritated by the boys in the 
road and the cats on the stable-tiles ; they tor- 
mented her terribly, and did so with impunity, as 
she could not get at them : she was well-fed, and 
many a time during the day, and especially in the 
twilight, cook stole into the yard, to hold converse 
with her favourite. 
So matters continued : until one morning as I 
was passing from the front to the back garden, a 
rough voice from the road called out without 
ceremony or introduction, — 
“ My lacly, that’s my dog ! ” 
I went to the gate, and asked the man if he had 
spoken to me. The reply was : — 
“ Ay, indeed, my lady, — the dog in your yard is 
my dog, — I know her by her wicious woice ; there 
isn’t such another all over the world ; and by the 
same token her name is Bizz.” 
I replied that the dog was ours ; it was given to 
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