The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-08-30
A est. Bartholomew of Dops -

NJ. Nicholas Fetu. of Dion, France has
published q pamphlet recommending the "ex.
tinotion of the canine race" A copy twas
sent to Marsha valiant, Minister of the Impe-
rial Household, who acknowledged the atten-
ton, but pleaded in favor OF the dogs in the
following curious letter.
am anxious to thank you for your pamphlet
on the extinction OF the canine race, but, in
truth, have not courage to do so, | have n
horror OF this new st. Bartholomew of dogs
preached by you. What! you would kill the
dogs of Ulysses-the olu blind dog that knew
his master after more than twenty years
absel ce, and who made last effort to lick his
hand! Mercy sir, mercy for Argus, do not kill
him. He Is dying with excess of Joy-let him
die OF happiness. You would kill the dog of
young Tobias, that went 20 far as to announce TO
the poor blind iathcr the approach of his son
and the end OF hIs miStortunes? You would
kill the dog whose then marvellous instinct dis
covered ST. RoSh diving OF the pestilence in the
depth OF cavern IN q trighttul desert-the dog
that restored to the world a man almost God by
his charity, and whom so many acts OF sublime
devotedness was TO conduct 70 heaven!
You would kill the brave dog of Montargis
without allowing hun time to denounce the
assassin OF AubrN de Montdidier his master and
force Richard MaCaire to avow MS crime! You
would kin the dog OF the regiment-the dog of
the poor mans funeral-the Newfoundland
the dog OF the hospice of st. Bernard. after he
had rescued your son from the precipice or
from the waves. You would kill all, without
exception, mercy, or compassion. Your rage
would be turned even against the dog who is
now lying near the hand which writes these
lines to YOU his eyes fixed on mine, and read
Ing in them the Indignation which l feel
against you:- Scold this person, he seems
to say to me. ScOld him weIl tell him that
love you as we love each other. Tell him
that love your sister, your niece, and all who
+ are dear to you. Tell hun that watch over
you day and night. Tell hun the names
/ OF all those that have bitten. Tell him of all
the pantaoons have torn, Of all the gowns |
have made rags Of merely because those who
wore them wanted to come too close to you.
Repeat to him some of the verses which the
Duke OF MalaEoH, YOUR faithful friend, wrote
upon me who am still more faithful. Show this
wicked fellow some OF the epistles, French,
Latin, German, and Italian which inspired to
kind-he2Tted men who knew me. Tell this
sCalumniator, who is, doubtless, incapable of
[comprehendng pure and absolutely disinte-
rested at ttachment, that under the tine portrait
(which Ja6In has made of your dog, a Young
& girl OF twelve, still handsome, but not genter
or more loving than / am, caused to be en-.
3graved, among other verses, all IN my praise,
land which l deserve, l dare say, these two
lines, which touched me more than all the rest:-
|"DU ben de mon bon maiire ami ie Dro6 o;
J'a'merals, son pam nor, s'il o at ma heureux"
Tell HIM, beside, that on beautiful engraving
of this same portrait, by the son of celebrated
General, may be seen the following verses:-
"Suliurels oaptaW depinxl doctus in arVis
ArIiticis calamus, que 1edet ecce canum;
Atne quere facle doe Venustam
"a Nee Qu9 BlandltRS tnnde o dulciS est;
Corpus enlm plngens animt mel ora relinquit
Munera nee vlj pec'oris lille sinum,
Vlcta equldem Vici vlctorem cOrde fdei,
Cura grato, amino, calIdate, jocls"
Explain to him that drUis sulph1veis" means
81 HE battlefield of Sol erino; that ''cdptdn"
- beans il was you that took me; that "Sedetn
Seans am seated aud not standing; and tell
him that the little antthesis Ct it be so called)
Il uica Uici uictorem" is your own, and that
q ind 1t pretty enough But no, my dear master.
10 better still-don't write to this hangnan of
logs. Wait till we go together to preside at the
bouncil General of your dear department. You
gin then take off my muzzle only for a few in
tants, and you shall see, il | do not pay, out
he unworthy creature who has so worried Us
9TH. Until such time as Brusca executes his
roect
Believe me, sir, 10 be your very humble SER
ant MARSHAL VALIANT.