New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-07-19
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give hundred dogs in this town" remarked
Mr.. Elias COttrel as he contemplated from
the curb-stone a canine procession that was
slowly developing into a wild tangle OF alb
stract dog five hundred dogs "-said he in
his slowly deliberate style, as if putting down
his first stake for a problem in political econ
omy, and getting ready for a grapple with
statistics and then he added in the weary
way with which one is apt to announce the
discovery Of some new social mal-adjustment-
"aud 1 suppose two hundred and fifty could
" do all the business"
1t has been so always Too many dogs. For
there be dogs and dogs Dogs of great moral
worth, whose mission in life is to save children
from drowning and have their memories en-
balmed in books along with those of the good
little boys who at tender age rebuke gray
haired sinners for profanity, and then grow
thin and white and interesting and fade away,
leaving n good example; dogs of less moral
worth. but greater market value, that
lie on the porch in agricultural neigh
borhoods and make it pleasant for the
wayfaring man; dogs with the abrupt
PERCEPTIONS nose that indicates an aesthetic
nature, with severe taste for the chaste and
beautiful in art and nature-especially the
chaste-for short distance; dogs that
accompany the hunt, and dogs that
hunt the company; dogs that lie in
the lap of luxury clad in a pink ribbon, and
dogs that snuff around the still hearth of
poverty for the square meal that never, never
comes; dogs whose lines fall to them in pleas
ant places and whose pathway in life leads
through fowery surroundings to q first-class
sepulcher, and dogs that go through the world
lodging sticks and stones and other discour-
agements, and at last, under tho knife Of the
sausage-maker enter into their rest. Then
there is the poodle, which, Graded in luxury
but found astray by the lOw-bOrn utilitarian,
is diverted from the purely ornamental pur-
pose Of his life, and used at the end of a
pole to wash windows with. Poodes, like
men, are subject to reveTses and liable to dis
appointment. There was the poodle! owned
by the lady who, as the story runs, sitting In
smoking car, reached over, and taking cigar
from a gentleman's mouth, threw it out of the
window, remarking that if there was anything
she hated it was q cigar. Some five minutes
later the gentleman reached back, and taking
the poodle by his lily white hair, "sung" him,
so TO speak, out of the window and into the
surrounding country, remarkng in bitter and
unsympathizing parody that if there was any
thing he hated it was dog. 1t was sur
prise to the lady; we may well imagine that
But who can paint the feelings of the dog I
It's world of uncertainties.
But we dwell too long upon the abstract
dog; and there is danger that we encroach
mon the domain Of the naturalist and the his
torian. Enter we now upon the consideration
Of tho concrete dog, which lately disturbed
the studies Of Mr.. Caleb Cushing and was
dragged by the minions of the law before the
Police Court of the District Of Columbia.
This was Fernando Woods yellow dog. The
story, even as told in the curt brevities Of the
telegraph, is full Of interest and not entirely
destitute of pathos. Mr.. Caleb Cushing is a
man Of the most varied requirements. Familiar
with all the modern languages, he reads with
the greatest ease the Sanskrit and the Syriac
converses 1uently in Hebrew and Greek, and
speaks Chinese like n native. To him the in
scrptions on the teachest and the fre-cracker
are plain as pikestalf, and COnfucius in the
original no mystery. His next door neighbor
in Washington is Mr.. Fernando WOod-Or
rather, to be more exact, during the Con-
gressional recess-Mr. Fernando Woods yell
low dog. Mr.. Fernando Woods yellow dog
seems to be sort of night-blooming Sirius
with Peruvian bark and his bark was on
the c. G. To Mr.. Caleb Cushing Will
ing away an hour or two at midnight with the
Targlrn or some light Chaldaic romance, Mr..
Fernando Woods yellow dog in the adjoining
yard, stirred thereunto by some remorseful
memory put forth his mouth and lifted up a
wall. 1t startled the rapt scholar like the
CRY of a Congressman who dreams that his
back pay has lapsed. And then the dog howled
again. chopped it into bark, broke it up into