The Indiana State sentinel., 1879-09-17
Lady,s Tribute to a Dog

To those who don't love dogs this little
tribute will be worse than nonsense, but to
those-and know of several of them in
your pleasant city-who do love them it will
meet with sympathy. Some writer says a
lover of humanity can hardly fail to be a
lover of caninity. There often comes under
my window an immense Newfoundland, who
found his way by some side passage all
through last winter, where he would lie with
his black coat contrasting against the snow
until recognized by some greeting either in
the form of a bone or .sgood morning." for
either of which he would have the dog-cour-
tesy of wagging his tail, and for which, as
also with the purr of q cat, ever feel CRATE
full. If Dulse finds the curtain down he will
go round to the front door and wait. Our
offerings are quite minute in character, and
it always moves smile to see him swallow
one and then look around as if to say, "Was
there anything dropped?" or "Did you speak?"
But it is of a beautiful silk-haired dog from
Cardiff l was to write. / never saw any
dumb animal express so much speech if 1
may so, as did our small friend. Ry talking
to and pitying him 1 could make him weep,
and it has been said that when called to din
ner he actually smiled. That I never saw
his tears have wiped away That he had
| dreams we knew, because have seen him.
like Nab, demolishing some adversary in his
sleep, for instance, rival pet pigeon, whose
tail-feathels fell as trophies to Beauty's valor
one day. That he could comprehend all he
heard was beyond doubt. for, standing my
self without looking toward him at the end
of long room, when he was apparently
| sleeping in forbidden chair,
I've said, "a person is
on my cushion, and desire him to leave it, >
when one spring would take him out of sight
| I think that chair I'm sitting in it now
was an Eden to him, and I've often sudden
| ly entered the room, found it rocking by
apparently an invisible touch. when the
aggressor, hearing my step, has plunged un-
der the table, quite forgetting the moving
witness against him, and, with one eye asleep
would watch me with the other. In that
single instance his sagacity failed him, but
for fidelity, gratitude and love he was un.
surpassed. Kindness and caresses were q
necessity ofhis nature, and in that trait the
relationship between us was not SO very fal
distant. A writer has said that there is not
single scientific argument against the con
! tinued existence of the animal which would
/ not tell equally against human immortality
| We carry with us the characteristics of eacl
! and every animal. There is not one fierces
| passion, one movement of affection, or quail
| ty, either for praise or blame, existing ii
| them that does not exist in US. Beauty haC
the rudiments of a conscience, know, and 1
heart for it was broken at last. came
away, and his mistress once long after lei
drop on the floor an old dress of mine. H,
recognized and caressed it with every sigr
of a tender memory. Time passed, and sh,
too, left him to the kind care of Mrs. P
why was good enough to write to us respect
ing him. He was unhappy and and anxious
looking in the face of every new conner fo
the one he wished to see. At last he onl,