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informed that the dog had been sold a third time to an 
Englishman, and again, in spite of precautions having 
been taken, he had returned to Lanslebourg from the sea- 
coast, Calais.’ 
“ Lindley Murray states in his memoirs, that, on visiting 
as a boy the elephants which were then kept at the Queen’s 
stables, Buckingham-house, he withdrew from one of them 
w 7 ith his cane, a part of the hay which it was collecting on 
the floor with its proboscis. The animal was displeased, 
and the keeper told him it would never forget the injury. 
Returning in about six weeks afterwards with some friends, 
he found that though some hundreds of people had been 
there since his first visit, the animal soon recognised him. 
He made no attempt to teaze it, and had no conception of 
any concealed resentment. On a sudden, however, when he 
was within the supposed reach of the proboscis, it threw 
it towards him with such violence, that had he not by an 
active effort thrown himself aside, he would probably have 
been killed, or have received some material injury. 
“Mr. Hartley, in the isle of Egina, narrates that, pass- 
ing by a flock of sheep, he asked the shepherd if he gave 
names to his sheep, and if they obeyed him when he called 
them by their names ? He bade him call one ; he did so, 
and it instantly left its pasturage and its companions, and 
ran up to him with signs of pleasure, and with a prompt 
obedience which he had never before witnessed in any other 
animal. Mr. Wilderspin says he frequently witnessed in 
Cumberland and other mountainous districts an illustration of 
the parable that the sheep knows the good shepherd’s voice. 
When the sun is about to set, the shepherd’s boy advances 
along the foot of a chain of mountains, and giving a signal by 
a peculiar call or whistle, the flocks which were scattered like 
spots of snow over those stupendous heights, begin to move 
simultaneously, and collecting, as they pour down the steep 
descent, approach him in order, without leaving one solitary 
straggler. 
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“ There is an anecdote told at the Red Lion Inn, Hun- 
gerford, of a circumstance which occurred there some years 
ago. A traveller, coming into the inn-yard with his chaise, 
ran over and bruised the leg of a Newfoundland dog, and 
while the injury was being examined, a raven stood by as a 
concerned spectator; for as soon as the dog was tied up 
under the manger, the raven not only visited him, but 
brought him bones, and attended him with particular and 
repeated marks of kindness. Besides the sympathy in the 
