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DOG. 
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cers who carried him there, were so hard-hearted that 
they would not let his faithful Dog-go in with him, though 
the animal tried all he could to do so. The Dog, finding 
that he could not go with his master, went to the house 
of his master’s friend in Paris, where he staid for the 
night, but in the morning went to the door of the prison. 
Every day, after this, he continued to go to the prison 
door of his master, until the keeper of the prison, seeing 
the kindness, and admiring the attachment of the animal 
for his master, let him in. The joy of the poor beast, 
and the unfortunate man, at seeing each other, were 
equal, and during the day, the solitary prisoner had 
much pleasure in the company of his Dog. At night, 
the keeper of the prison came to take the Dog away, 
saying that he could not let him stay with his master 
until morning; but the faithful creature would not go, 
so that the cruel keeper had to take him up, and carry 
him out by force. 
Every day after this, until his master’s death, the Dog 
came, and was let in to see him. When the prisoner 
was taken out to have sentence of death passed upon 
him, his Dog went to court with him ; and when he was 
taken away to punishment, the Dog was present; and 
after his death staid by the body. When he was buried, 
this kind friend lay two nights and two days, on the 
grave, without eating or drinking. His master’s friend, 
finding that the Dog did not come to his house as before, 
went and found him on the grave, and by treating him 
kindly, called him away and made him go to his house. 
At first he would not eat any thing, but afterwards he 
eat a little, and then ran back to the grave. For three 
months after this, he came every morning to the house 
of his master’s friend to get something to eat, and as soon 
as he got it, went back to the grave, where he lay, night 
and day. 
At last, grief, at the loss of his master, and constant 
watching, destroyed the poor animal. He lost his appe¬ 
tite, pined away, and died on his master’s grave. 
The Dog thought that his master was the best being 
in the universe. He did not know any better. PL's 
master had treated him with kindness, and he loved him 
for it, and remembered him after he was dead. Now let 
all who read this affecting story, ask if it does not re¬ 
prove them. Our Lord and Master is indeed the great¬ 
est and most perfect being in the universe, and we 
know him to be so. He has done us good in a thousand 
ways which we never thought of, and when we have 
deserved nothing but evil, still he has been kind to us. 
But who among us remembers the kindness of God, 
as this poor Dog remembered the kindness of his master. 
Let us then take a lesson from the Dog, and hereafter 
think more about Him who died that we might live. 
J ANECDOTE V. 
The following anecdote is from Bingley’s Animal 
, Biography. It was related by Mr. Hope. Mr. Bingley 
has lately made inquiries about its truth, and finds that 
) there is a person living at Saint Albans, who remembers 
: the whole story. 
A gentleman, living in the country, who used to go to 
London twice a year on horseback, was always attended 
5 in his journey, by a little Terrier Dog. He was much 
) attached to this Dog, and for fear of losing him in the 
city, he always left him in the care of Mrs. Langford, at 
| St. Albans, and on his return was always sure to find 
that his little animal had been well taken care of. The 
1 gentleman calling one day for his Dog, as usual, Mrs. 
Langford told him with a woful face, that her great 
house Dog and the little Terrier, had a quarrel, and that 
\ before they could beat off the great Dog, he had so bit- 
, ten the little fellow, that she feared he could not live. 
{ He however crawled away, and Mrs. Langford saw noth- 
' ing more of him for almost a week, when he returned, 
and brought with him a Dog much bigger than Mrs. 
{ Langford’s. Thus reinforced, the cunning little Dog 
led the great one into the yard, and they both fell on 
j the great house Dog, and bit him so unmercifully, that 
for several days he was scarcely able to walk about, or 
( eat his meat. After this,they both went away, and Mrs. 
( Langford had heard nothing of them since. 
The gentleman, who lived a considerable distance from 
i London, tried to reconcile himself to the loss of his favor- 
| ite Terrier as well as he could, and went home, not think- 
< ing he should ever see him again. But on his arrival 
home, he was pleased to find his Dog alive and well, 
i On making inquiries he found that his little Dog had 
i been home before, and had coaxed away a very large 
; Dog of his acquaintance, who had gone with him, and 
; taken revenge on Mrs. Langford’s Dog, as already 
| stated. 
) We may admire the sagacity of the little Dog in thus 
; taking his revenge. But as human beings, we must not 
) follow an example so brutal. What good did it do the 
j little Dog to have his enemy bitten and torn. It did not 
' heal his own wounds, nor prevent their smarting. It 
J was only returning evil for evil, which in the Dog may 
i be excused, because he knows no belter. But as accout- 
able beings, we must return good for evil, and never take 
J revenge, for saith the Lord, ‘‘ To me belongeth venge- 
5 ance and recompense.” 
\ ANECDOTE VI. 
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The following story is from the Percy anecdotes. So 
j many instances of a similar kind have been related, that 
a person who has read them, cannot doubt the truth of 
this. 
