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Sir Walter Scott and his Dogs. 
But looking towards the grassy mound 
Where calm the Douglas chieftains lie. 
Who, living, quiet never found, 
I straightway learnt a lesson high: 
For there an old man sat serene, 
And well I knew that thoughtful mien 
Of him whose early lyre had thrown 
Over those mouldering walls the magic of its tone. 
It was a comfort, too, to see 
Those dogs that from him ne’er would rove, 
And always eyed him rev’rently. 
With glances of depending love. 
They know not of the eminence 
Which marks him to my reasoning sense ; 
They know but that he is a man. 
And still to them is kind, and glads them all he can. 
And hence their quiet looks confiding ; 
Hence grateful instincts seated deep ; 
By whose strong bond, were ill betiding, 
They’d risk their own, his life to keep. 
What joy to watch in lower creature 
Such dawnings of a moral nature. 
And how (the rule all things obey) 
They look to a higher mind to be their law and stay ! 
Henry Hallam. 
Cows fed on Fish. 
The cattle in Lapland and Finmark are uniformly fed on fish. 
The animals devour this kind of food with the greatest eagerness, 
and thrive and do well upon it. About five o’clock in the even- 
ing a large iron pot is placed on the kitchen fire, partly filled 
with water, and into which are put a large quantity of fishes’ 
heads and bones, with the addition of some hay ; and this is suf- 
fered to boil gently for some time, until a kind of fish soup is 
prepared. This is suffered to cool a little, and then poured into 
their mangers. “ I was much surprised,” says Mr. De Capel 
Brooke, “ to observe the extreme relish *and greediness with 
which they devoured this. Both sheep and cows appeared 
equally fond of it. The milk is of a remarkably rich flavour, 
and the beef and mutton very good. Horse-dung, when it can 
be procured, is boiled up with the fish bones, and greedily eaten 
by the cattle in Lapland and Norway. — Travels in Lapland . 
