Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 182?-183?, 1832-06-29
From the Philadelphia U. s. Gazette.

| The CHIMNEY SWEEP AND HIS DOG.
1t is Bulwer, we believe, w no allows
himself the pleasant anticipation of meet
ing in another world, the only faithful
companions he has found in this, viz
well disposed and well trained dogs
We hold no such heresy, though we ad-
mire the feelings with which that ac-
complished writer enforces his impress
ions, and have often thought that if the
faithful attendant upon our walks-il
the dutiful quadruped, who seems to
have no wish not derived from, or form
ed to meet, ours -ifthe dog, whose love
is sometimes, passing the love of wo-
man, is not admitted to that equal
sky" then mus: some of the humber
tenants of the abode of the faithful and
the kind be sent down to give Us exam
pies of their acceptable virtues in forms
less upright, but in dispositions more
amlable than our own. A French wri-
ter has done justice to some of the adj
mlrable qualities Of the dog, and it
shows an innate goodness in the ami.
NAL. that these same exeellencies are
exhibited in every generation without
the inspiring influences of the record
upon them. Dogs cannot read printing,
butthey can read the countenance ofth cir
master, often less legible to man than
the finest tyne; and we have at our
command some anecdotes illustrative of
the abiding affection of the dog, that
would beget for the whole race a kind
ly feeling in the heart of every philan-
throPist especially ofthe ladcs-but we
rePress, for the present, our inclination
to publish them. We hope there will
be time enough, while we live, to mar
rate them all; but should there not,
honesty will only be the sufferer, as it
generally is: meanwhile, let our simple,
unadorned narrative do justice to one
who, from his color and trade, is scarce
Iy ranked with human beings.
Coming down Chestnut street few
mornings since, one of the few in which
the sun has been visible this season, our
attention was attracted towards cluster
| OF people In the middle of the street -
We FASTENED towards them with view
OF ascertaining the cause of the conven-
ton.
1t was not until we had made our
way towards the centre ofthe mass, that
we could even guess at the cause
There was no noise, no threat, no sway
ing backward and forwardin the crowd,
as there is during a fight. The whole
were silent and looking wistfully at
some object in the centre. We soon
discovered what it was.
A dog of rather more than the mid
ding size, lay stretched out in the midst
Of the crowd.
Shortly afterwards, a little CHIMNEY
SWEEP kneeled down beside the animal.
applied his hand 10 the left side, with
drew it, lifted up the dogs head, let it
fall, and rising slowly, with a heavy
sigh, exclaimed, "he is Dead"
There was cadence in the tone of
the boy that particularly arrested our at
tention.-We looked into his face: the
tears that had gushed up into his eve,
warm from the fountain ofbis heart, had
worn burrows on bis soot.encrusted
cheek, so that had a painter de-
sired to sketch an emblem of grief the
the sweep boy might have served his
purpose with remarkable adaptation.
The dog had been killed by the
wheel of carriage passing over his
neck, and the solicitude of the sweep
had drawn together the crowd.
A lad struck the dog with his foot,
and observed, che was good for nothing,
ne rs neither pointer, setter, nor hound"
1t YVES most true; the animal did GER
tainly rank with "curs ola low de-
gree" and the remark was well nigh