'are carles' sons, but Struan Robertson's a gentleman's.' Those who knew and mourn him can never hope to see any one like him again, with his abounding jokes and mirth, and his still more abounding hospitality and heart. DICK MIHI, OR CUR, WHY? BEING VESTIGES OF THE NATURAL HISTORY OF THE CREATION OF A HIGHLAND TERRIER; WITH A NEW RENDERING OF 'de cespite vivo,' AND A THEORY OF BLACK AND TAN. 'The reader must remember that my work is concerning the aspects of things only.'-RUSKIN. THE MYSTERY OF BLACK WE AND TAN. E,-the Sine Qua Non, the Duchess, the Sputchard, the Dutchard, the Ricapicticapic, Oz and Oz, the Maid of Lorn, and myself,-left Crieff some fifteen years ago, on a bright September morning, soon after daybreak, in a gig. It was a morning still and keen the sun sending his level shafts across Strathearn, and through the thin mist over its river hollows, to the fierce Aberuchil Hills, and searching out the dark blue shadows in the corries of Benvorlich. But who and how many are 'we'? To make you as easy as we all were, let me tell you we were four; and are not these dumb friends of ours persons rather than things? is not their soul ampler, as Plato would say, than their body, and contains rather than is contained? Is not what lives and wills in them, and is affectionate, as spiritual, as immaterial, as truly removed from mere flesh, blood, and bones, as that soul which is the proper self of their master? And when we look each other in the face, as I now look in Dick's, who is lying in his 'corny' by the |