his money was missing. His mind was immediately struck that the actions of the dog were only efforts to remind him of his loss. He galloped back to where he had fired the pistol, but the dog was gone from thence to the spot where he (the master) had reposed. What were the merchant's feelings when he perceived the faithful creature in the struggles of death lying beside the bag which had been forgotten. The dog tried to rise, but his strength failed him. He stretched out his tongue to lick the hand that was now fondling him with agony of regret; and casting a look of kindness on his master, closed his eyes forever." As an evidence of the benevolence of which the dog is capable, what follows is highly singular and interesting: "In a small town of Derbyshire, cocks and hens may be seen running about the streets. One day a game cock attacked a bantam, and they fought desperately, the bantam having, of course, the worst of it. Some persons were standing about looking on the fight, when a dog suddenly darted out of a neigh boring house, snatched up the bantam in his mouth, and carried it into the house. Several of the spectators followed, believing that the fowl would be killed and eaten by the dog, but his intentions were more merciful. After guarding the entrance of the kennel for some time, he trotted down the yard into the street, looked about to right and left, and seeing that the coast was clear, he went back again, and once more returning with his protégé in his mouth, safely deposited him in the street, and then walked quietly away!" In further illustration of the humanity of these marvellous animals, it may be mentioned, that a dog has been known to convey food to another of his species, who was tied up, and pining for the want of it. Again, a dog has been seen to leap into a rapid river, and rescue a comrade in danger of drowning, and he has even condescended to defend some wretched cur-a member of the dog-democracy-from the attacks of grey-hounds and pointers. But decidedly the strangest anecdote we know of the perceptive and educatory capacity of the dog, is an account which we owe to so high an authority as Leibnitz. This illustrious savant made the following statement to the members of the French Academy of Sciences: A peasant in Saxony owned a dog, of ordinary breed, and midpling size. A little boy, the peasant's son, thought he perceived in the dog's voice an indistinct resemblance to certain words, and therefore determined to teach him to speak distinctly. For this purpose, he spared neither time nor pains with his pupil, who was about three years old when his learned educacation commenced, and at length, he made such progress in language as to be able to articulate no less than thirty words. It appears, however, that he was somewhat of a truant, and did not willingly exert his talents, being rather pressed into the service of literature, and it was necessary that the words should be first pronounced to him each time before he spoke. The French Academicians, who mention this anecdote, add very wisely, as it seems to us, that "unless they had received the unequivocal testimony of so great a man as Leibnitz, who spoke from his personal observation of the animal's powers, they should scarcely have dared to relate the circumstance." There is one other instance on record, of a talking dog, owned by an invalid gentleman who resided for some years on Ham Common, in Surrey. This animal to his chamber. No sooner had he would distinctly pronounce the names of John and William, besides two or three other words, which we cannot recall. Next in importance to the extraordinary anecdote given on the authority of Leibnitz, is an account which we take from the "Percy Anecdotes:" pulled off his breeches than they were seized by the dog; the owner conceiving that he wanted to play with them, took them away again. The animal began to bark at the door, which the traveller opened under the idea that the dog wanted to go out. Caniche snatched up the breeches and away he flew. The traveller posted after him, with his night-cap on, and literally sans culottes! Anxiety for the fate of a purse full of gold Napoleons, of forty francs each, which was in one of his pockets, gave redoubled velocity to his steps. Caniche ran full speed to his master's house, where the stranger arrived a moment afterwards, breathless and enraged. He accused the dog of robbing him. "Sir," said the master, "my dog is a faithful creature, and if he has run away with your breeches, it is because you have in them money which does not belong to you." The traveller became still more exasperated. "Compose yourself, sir," said the other smiling, "without. doubt there is in your purse a six livre piece with such and such marks, which you picked up in the Boulevard St. Antoine, and which I threw down there with the perfect conviction that my dog would bring it back again. This is the cause of the robbery which he has committed upon you." "One day, when Dumont, a tradesman of the Rue St. Denis, was walking in the Boulevard St. Antoine with a friend, he offered to lay a wager with the latter that if he were to hide a six livre piece in the dust, his dog would discover and bring it to him. The wager was accepted, and the piece of money secreted, after having been carefully marked. When the two had proceeded some distance from the spot, M. Dumont called to his dog that he had lost something, and ordered him to seek it. Caniche immediately turned back, while his master and companion pursued their walk to the Rue St. Denis. Meanwhile a traveller who happened to be just then returning in a small chaise from Vincennes, perceived the piece of money which his horse had kicked from its hiding place, he alighted, took it up, and drove to his inn in the Rue pont-aux Choux. Caniche had just reached the spot in search of the lost piece when the stranger picked it up. He followed the chaise, went into the inn, and The stranger's rage now yielded stuck close to the traveller. Hav- to astonishment; he delivered the ing scented out the coin which he six livre piece to the owner, and had been ordered to bring back, in could not forbear caressing the dog the pocket of the latter, he leaped which had given him so much unup incessantly in and about him. easiness, and such a disagreeable The traveller, supposing him to be chase." some dog that had been lost, or left behind by his master, regarded his movements as marks of fondness, and as the animal was handsome, determined to keep him. He gave him a good supper and on retiring for the night, took him with him We must here bring our list of anecdotes to a close. The reader who has followed us thus far, cannot have failed to perceive that not only have we made good, by illustrations resting on trustworthy authority, the assertion that the dog is the faithfulest and most constant of friends, but that there is abundant reason to hold his inherent intellectual capacity to be immensely greater than is commonly supposed. Surely, an animal so loving and intelligent may claim, by the right of nature, a very high place in our affection and esteem ! Whenever (and the sight is shamefully common) we see a man deliberately ill-treat this noblest of the brute creation, we are tempted, in a burst of paradoxical anger, to say that he himself is a wicked, unfeeling dog. Only bring up your canine companion in the way he should go by a system of kind but firm training; only educate him, in every respect, aright, and our word for it, he will seldom, if ever, give you cause for just resentment. All other friends may fail, all other pupils disappoint you, but the devotion of your dog is equalled only by the devotion of a true woman; and whatever you have thoroughly taught him, he always retains, and is ever ready to display for your entertainment and delight. Impartially regarding his many touching traits of character, his tenderness of heart, and quickness of intellect, we are enabled to com prehend how such a doctrine as that of the Pythagorean Metempsychosis first arose! * * * * Referring specially to the Irish wolf hound, but still imparting to her excellent poem a general vigor. ous applicability of tone to all the nobler classes of the canine race, Mrs. Catherine Phillips, about the year 1660, published the following lines, with which we may fitly conclude this essay: "Behold this creature's form and state, Than in the lion we can find: In majesty to rival him! His service, and submission too- And all his manners do confess chance TRUE LOVERS. One soul that in two bosoms makes her shrine, Two incenses that rising heavenward join, Two silvery sounds in one melodious word. *It is proper to state that the line of argument in the preceding essay, and also most of the anecdotical matter, has been derived from that truly satisfactory work, "ANECDOTES OF DOGS," by Edward Jesse, Esq., which is included by Bohn, in his "Illustrated Library." MARY BEATRICE. "Mary Beatrice is said to have looked back, with streaming eyes, towards the royal home where her beloved consort (James II.) remained, lonely and surrounded with perils; and that she vainly endeavored to trace out the lights o Whitehall, among those that were reflected from the opposite shore, along the dark rolling river."-Strickland's Queens of England. Well may'st thou tremble, and with tearful gaze, To all the sun-bright scenes of earlier days, E'er Sorrow's darkening shades around thee fell. And vainly would'st thou trace each glowing light, The Past, the Past, what is it to thee now, And yet wilt thou, with passionate delight, Thou'lt perish with it sooner than to part From him, who knew not how to value right Thy soul's deep tenderness, till Sorrow's hour Unfolded fully to his wondering sight, The hidden secret of thy glorious power. Thou art more lovely in thy touching fate, True to that love for which thou long hast striven, All courtly praise to thee was daily given. Yet did'st thou, with a noble mind, despise Thy spirit sought for joy which never dies, Mourn then thy grievous lot on earth no more, FACTS, ANECDOTES, INTERESTING QUOTATIONS, AND LITERARY ESTRAYS, ENCOUNTERED IN THE BY-WAYS OF READING. Gifford, in his preface to the works of Ben Jonson, refers to Tarlton, a famous comic clown of Jonson's time, (belonging to the school of buffoons, against which Shakspeare levels his wit in Hamlet,) in the following terms: "Tarlton was perhaps the most popular comic performer that ever trod the stage, and his memory was cherished with fond delight, by the vulgar, to the period of the Revolution." Gifford supports his assertion by the testimony of hundreds of contemporary witnesses, who agree in saying that his comic powers were "unrivalled, and, in their estimation, almost miraculous." Indeed, there are few names in the whole circle of Elizabethan literature more frequently alluded to than that of Richard Tarlton. A record of his merry sayings and doings has been published under the title of "Tarlton's Jests and News out of Purgatory;" from this rare pamphlet we quote a few characteristic paragraphs. As for the wit of them, we say not much, but certainly they are curious, and may serve to interest the antiquarian reader. "How Tarlton Flouted two Gallants.-Tarlton, being in a merry vaine as hee walked in the Great Hall in Greenwitch, hee met my Lord Chamberlaine going between two fantasticke gallants, and cryde aloud unto him, My Lord! my Lord! you are in great danger; whereat amazed hee asked whereof. Of drowning, quoth Tarlton, were it not for these two bladders under each of your armes !" a How Tarlton Frightened Country Fellow.-Tarlton, passing through London by chance, he heard a simple country fellow, in an alehouse, calling for a Kingston pot of ale, stept in to him, and threatened to accuse him of treason, saying: Sirra! I have seene and tasted of a penny pot of ale, and have found good of the price, but of a Kingston coyne I never heard, and therefore it is some counterfeit, and I must know how thou cam'st by it. Hereupon the country fellow was driven into such amaze that out of the doors he got, and took him to his heels as though wilde fire had followed him. Tarlton's Answer to a Rich Londoner.-Tarlton, meeting a rich Londoner, fell into talk about the Bishop of Peterborough, highly praising his bounty to his servants, his liberality to strangers, his great hospitality, and his charity to the poore; he dothe well, says the rich man, for what he hath, he hath but during his life. Why, quoth Tarlton, for how many lives have you your goods? These jests (excepting the last) are dreary enough. Compare them with the contents of any modern jest-book-the wit of Douglas Jerrold for example-and how remarkable the difference, and yet Tarlton was doubtless a man of the most brilliant parts. Among the objects of interest exhibited at the Museum of the Wilt's Archaeological Society at Salisbury, in 1854, was a lock of hair of Queen Elizabeth, which had |