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tendant, both by night and day: whenever Old Daniel appeared, DASH was close beside him; and the Dog was of infinite use in his nocturnal excursions. The Game at that Season he never regarded, although in the Day-time no Spaniel would find it in a better style, or in greater quantity; but at Night, if a strange foot had entered any of the Coverts, Dash, by a significant whine, informed his Master that the Enemy were abroad; and many Poachers have been detected and caught from this singular intelligence. After many years friendly Connexion, Old Daniel was seized with a Disease, which terminated in a Consumption and his Death: whilst the slow but fatal progress of his disorder allowed him to crawl about, Dash, as usual, followed his footsteps; and when Nature was still further exhausted, and he took to his Bed, at the foot of it unwearily attended the faithful Animal; and when he died, the Dog would not quit the Body, but lay upon the Bed by its side. It was with difficulty he was tempted to eat any food; and although, after the Burial, he was taken to the Hall, and caressed with all the tenderness which so fond an Attachment naturally called forth, he took every opportunity to steal back to the Room in the Cottage where his old Master breathed his last: here he would remain for Hours; from thence he daily visited his Grave, and at the end of fourteen days, notwithstanding every kindness and attention shewn him, he died literally broken-hearted.

"A few days before the Overthrow of ROBESPIERRE, a revolutionary Tribunal had condemned

Monsieur R. an ancient Magistrate, and a most estimable Man, on a pretence of finding him guilty of a Conspiracy. Monsieur R. had a water Spaniel, at that time about twelve years old, which had been brought up by him, and had scarcely ever quitted his Side. Monsieur R. was cast into Prison, and in the silence of a living Tomb he was left to pine in thought, under the iron scourge of the Tyrant; who, if he extended Life to those whom his Wantonness had proscribed, even until Death became a Prayer; it was only to tantalize them with the Blessing of Murder, when he imagined he could more effectually torture them with the Curse of Existence.

"This faithful Dog, however, was with him when he was first seized, but was not suffered to enter the Prison: he took refuge with a Neighbour of his late Master's. But, that Posterity may judge clearly of the Times in which Frenchmen existed at that Period, it must be added, that this Man received the poor Dog tremblingly, and in secret, lest his Humanity for his Friend's dog should bring him to the Scaffold. Every day, at the same hour, the Dog returned to the door of the Prison, but was still refused admittance. He, however, uniformly passed some time there. Such unremitting Fidelity' at last won even on the Porter of a Prison, and the Dog was at length allowed to enter. The joy of both Master and Dog was mutual; it was difficult to separate them; but the honest Jailor, fearing for himself, carried the Dog out of the Prison. The next morning, however, he again came back, and once on each Day afterward was regularly admitted

by the humane Jailor. When the day of receiving Sentence arrived, notwithstanding the Guards, which jealous Power, conscious of its Deserts, stations around, the Dog penetrated into the Hall, and couched himself between the legs of the unhappy Man, whom he was about to lose for ever.

"The fatal hour of Execution arrives; the Doors open; his Dog receives him at the threshold! his faithful Dog alone, even under the eye of the Tyrant, dared to own a dying Friend! He clings to his hand undaunted. Alas! that hand will never more be spread upon thy head, poor Dog!' exclaimed the condemned. The Axe falls! but the tender Adherent cannot leave the Body; the Earth receives it, and the Mourner spreads himself on the Grave, where he passed the first Night, the next day, and the second night: the Neighbour, meantime, unhappy at not seeing the Dog, and guessing the Asylum he had chosen, steals forth by Night, and finding him, caresses and brings him back. The good Man tries every way that kindness could devise to make him eat; but, in a short time, the Dog escaping, regained his favourite place. Every morning, for three months, the Mourner returned to his Protector merely to receive his food, and then returned to the Ashes of his dead Master! and each Day he was more sad, more meagre, and more languishing.

"His Protector at length endeavoured to wean him he tied him; but what Manacle is there that can ultimately triumph over Nature? He broke or bit through his Bonds; again returned to the Grave,

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