Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1866-06-08
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front OF me. AZ they spoke poor whit
dog ran painting out Of yard near by, pur
sued by party Of children. 2 he boys seized
some stones. and aimed them with care at the
friendless creature who ran this way and that
way to escape his prosecutors. How silent
and patient be was in his distress No use
less howl Of complaint, no angry bark was
heard, as stone after stone fell around him.
rven when they hit him severe blow, he
uttered not a moan, but went llmping' pain
fully of on three legs.
Now, said to myself, looking at the boys,
now they will be sorry and ashamed. Not
at all.
"wretched cur - cried one Of them with
q laugh. And the three sauntered carelessly
on, Which is the brute, thought /, this
great strong boy, who is not ashamed TO
abuse helpless animal, or the brave and pa
tient dog, who bears the tortue without COM
plainti think know which pleases God
best just now.
Perhaps this common occurrence made me
moro indignant than usual, because was on
my way home from Mrs. Reynolds where |
had been hearing about the noble behavior OF
their dear old Rover. The day before Mrs
r. had been sitting in her sunny porch, with
little Maggie playing on the grass plat at her
feet. Some household matter suddenly called
her into tina kitchen, and, expecting TO come
back directly, she left Maggie at her play
An incident detained her a little while, and
when she returned there was no Maggie to
be seen. She had hardly time to call Maggie
Maggie when she heard Rover barking furi-
ously, and in another moment be came rush
ing up the garden path. Her heart sank
within her as abe saw that bis coat was drip
ping with water, for che thought Of the little
pond Perhaps Maggie had gone there
She few down the steps after him, and in
another minute, be had guided her to the
pond. There on the bank lay little Maggie,
perfectly still, her eyes shut, her clothes
dreDched, and torn, and the water streaming
from her sunny curls. Evidently Rover had
pulled her out Of the pond Her mother
snatched her up with cry of terror, and huI-
ried back to the house, where rything was
done to restore her. Rover stood by, snx-
iously watching their efforts, and they said
that when. by and by, when che opened her
eyes, he jumped up into the air with bark
OF Joy. Then, as II he could not keep still,
and yet knew that Maggie must not be dis
turbed, he rushed out into the yard and
capered about as if he were crazy with de-
light.
In few hours, as Maggie grew better and
the doctor said she would soon get over it,
Mrs. Reynolds began to think Of Rover, to
whom, under God, she owed her darling's
life. Such tears and caressos as were lavished
upon him, and such Thanksgiving dinner
as he got that day They will never cease to
love and cherish that dear, good, faithful dog.
Next morning. when went into the cham
Der where Maggie was lying on the lounge,
quite comfortable, though pale and weak,
there sat Rover on the floor by her side with
the air Of one who has care on his mind.
1t was pretty to see him lay his black head
upon the pillow beside the child's fair face.
and to watch her with her white little hand
stroking his shaggy coat, with a loving touch.
"He's my dear own dog, miss Wilmot,"
said she. :" / would have been drowned to
death If it wasn't for him"
"How did you fall in, dear 7" said l.
"Well, WIS frowing little stones into the
water for Rover to catch, the same as papa
does, and l ruined little mite, so as to frow
it great long ways, and fell right in"
"What did you think, Maggie, when you
felt the wateri"
"Oh, was scared cried mamma but
knew che could not hear; so just fought.
'Oh Lord Jesus, do catch me- You know
He's always here, Miss Wilmot," explained
Maggie.
"Yes, my darling, and no doubt He heard
you"
"oh yes, ma'am, l spose he showed Rover
how to get me out"
Rover looked at me with his great gentle
eyes, exactly as II be knew what we we're
saying. He walked toward me and laid his
big paw grsyely on my lap, as much as to say
that he would like to shake hands over it.
Then he went back to his post beside the lit
tie one whose life he had saved. He under
stood it as we'll as did Does any boy
wonder that it grieved me, on my way home
from this morning call, to see dog abused
am sure that it was sin against Gods law
OF love.-Congregatlonalist.
THE POWER OF SoNs.--There is pretty
story Of little boy who picked up a stone to
throw at a bobolink, but dropped his hand
and let the missile fall as the tiny creature
opened his mouth and began to MARBLE and
when gentleman who saw the whole asked
him why he did not throw and kill the bird,
he replied. "Cos he sung SO l couldn't"
The following Is another illustration Of the
softening influence Ct music.
During an alteration between certain inc
briated parties in lager beer saloon, one
Saturday evening, in which knives were
drawn, and everything indicated free fight,
ayoung man who was present began to sing
in q clear voice" o, would give the world
to be with Rosa Nell again." etc. lmmedi.
ately the angry voices were hushed. the bawl.
ers gradually took their seats, and finally the
best Of good order and harmony prevailed
The man who said " Give me the making o
q nations songs, and care not who makes
the laws" had proper perception of the
power Of song.
A NOVEL MODE OF CATCHING DKBToR
"A fast young nobleman OF Vienna, owe
head and ears in debt. and famous for hi
iuccesa with the fair Iax receiYed recenilY