The Cecil Whig., 1873-06-28
KINGS OF THE KENNEL.
DOG II.
BY THE REV. 4. DE WITT TALMAGE, D. d.

L said when l lost Carlo, that would
never own another dog. Well, all sat
around, like big children, crying about it;
and what made the grief worse, we had no
sympathizers. Our neighbors were glad of
it, for no had not always done the fair
thing with them. One of them had lost a
chicken when it was stuffed and all ready
for the pan, and suspic ions were upon
Carlo. l was the only counsel for the de-
fendant; and while had to acknowledge
that the circumstantial evidence was
against him, proved his general charac
ter for integrity, and showed that the com.
mon and criminal law were on our side,
Coke and Blackstone in our favor, and a
long list of authorities and decisions: II
Revised Statutes, New York, 1872, s 81;
also, Watch es. Towser, Crompton and
Meeson, p. 375; also, State of New Jersey
us. Sicem Blanchard. When made these
citations, my neighbor and his wife, who
were judges and jurors in the case, looked
confounded; and so followed up the ad-
vantage I had gained with the law maxim,
Non minus &c dolo guam &C culpa quique
hac lege tsnetur, which l found afterward
was the wrong Latin, but it had its desired
effect, so that the jury did not agree, and
way home, he went spinning round like a
top, and punctuating his glee with semi
colon made by both paws on my new
clothes. Yet, notwithstanding all his pre-
dicaments and frailties, at his decease, we
resolved, in our trouble, that we never own
another dog. But this, like many another
resolution of our life, has been broken;
and here is Nick, the Newfoundland, lying
sprawled on the mat. He has jaw set
with strength, an eye mild, but indicative
of the fact that he does not want too many
familiarities from strangers; nostril large
enough to snuff wild duck across the
meadows; knows how to shake hands, and
can talk with head, and ear, and tail; and,
save an unreasonable antipathy to cats, is
perfect, and always goes with me on my
walk out of town.
He knows more than great many peo-
pie. Never do We take walk, but the
poodles, and the rat terriers and the grizz-
ly ours with stringy hair and damp nose,
got after him. They tumble off the front
doorstep and out of the kennels, and
assault him front and rear. have several
times said to him mot loud enough for
Presbytery to hear), "Nick! why do you
stand all this ? Go at them"' He never
takes my advice. He let's them bark. and
snap, and passes on unprovokedly without
sniff or growl. He seems to say, "They
are not worth minding. Let them bark.
1t pleases them, and don't hurt me.
started out for six mile tramp, and l can
not be diverted. Newfoundlands like me
have mission. My father pulled three
drowing men to the beach, and my uncle
on my mothers side saved a child from the
snow. If you have anything brave, or
good, or great for me to do, just clap your
hand, and point out the work, and I will
do it, but cannot waste my time on rat
terriers If Nick had put that in dog
gerel, think it would have read we'll. 1t
was wise enough to become the dogma Of a
school. Men and women are more easily di-
verted from the straight course than is Nick.
Nouseful people escape being bark at. N.Y.
thology represents Cerberus monster dog
at the mouth of He'll, but he has had a
long line of puppies. They start out as
editors, teachers, philanthropists, and
Christians. If these men 60 right on their
way, they perform their mission and get
their reward, but ons-half of them stop,
and make attempt to silence the literary,
political, and ecclesiastical ours that snap
at them. Many an author has got drop
of printers ink spattered in his eye and
collapsed The critic who had Holsters for
supper the night before, and whose wife in
the morning parted his hair on the wrong
side, snarled at the new book, and the time
that the author might have spent in new
work he squanders in cunning for critics.
You might better have gone straight ahead,