Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-10-22
Curiosltles OF Canine Nomenclature.


CuriOsities of Canine Nomenclature.
A WOMAN got into a Cass Avenue car
yesterday, accompanied by five children
and a lot of bundles and baskets, which
she at once distributed among the feet
of the passengers. Then she turned to
the eldest of the children and asked,
breathlessly:
Where's Julia and Horace?"
"They're comm, ma, all right"
The car went slowly on and barely
stopped at the top of the hill to admit
little black alpaca woman, who was
greeted noisily with:
"Where's Horace?"
"Oh, he's comm. Gimme a seat
he'll ketch up directly"
The passengers were beginning to get
interested in the numerals of the family,
and the car had moved on a block or
two further when there was a sudden
cOmmotion among the newcomers, and
they all screeched in chorus:
"Why, there's Horace!"
Shades of the Latin poets Horace
was long, lean, hungry cur-a "yel-
low dorg "-and as he came tumbling
in, hard-breathed and dusty, the passen-
gers drew up their feet and determined
to be civil to that one member of the
family at least.
Down on the banks of the Detroit
River on the Canada side there is pic
turesque little cabin where a numerous
colored family live in that sweet aban-
don of nature for which such people are
famous; when the evening meal of mush
and milk is smoking on the board-lit-
orally board-the turbaned mother of
the young barbarians appears IN the
doorway, and shading her perspiring
brow looks off into the sunset with a
view halo, as follows:
ALBERT Ed-ward-C -COTHwallis-Well
ingt0n-Vic-toria come right yere to
yer supper this blessed mimi ~
In an incredibly short space of time
the pickaninnies appear on the home
stretch, and the one that makes the best
time getting in is Victoria, little, how
ling, bandy-legged dog that was "raised
with the otherchillen.
What's in a nameP Romeo and Juliet
are pair of Yorkshire hounds, owned
by Mr.. Lincoln, of this city. The i'm
perial Caesars of dogdom are found
every where. Marc Antony makes night
hideous on Woodbridge Street.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch and Sweetheart sec
Cleopatra, an imported greyhound,
has her name curtailed by usage to Cleo,
but on the books of the bench it rhymes
forth in all its queenly dignity.
At the last dOg-show in New York
City the kennel in which Lady Jane
Grey was domiciled was marked ''dan-
gerous," as her ladyship did not like
strangers. Mrs. Partington named her
dog Moreover" from the Bible,
Moreover, the dog came and licked his
Sores"
The dogs of war, dogs of history, and
dogs of poetry furnish many curious and
some familiar names. ''Maida," Sir
Walter Scott's gigantic hound, has been
copied so often from Landseer's origi-
nal painting that even her features are
familiar. And what child does not
know of the faithful Gelert, who killed
the wolf by the cradle of his masters
sleeping child, and was himself sacri-
feed before he could explain that the
child was safe under its overturned bedP
o, where does the faithful Gelert roam?
The flower of all his race;
So true. so bravo, a lamb at home
A lion in the chase
His gallant hound the wolf had slain
To save Llewellyn's heir.
Trowbridge begins his fine poem
" The Vagabonds:" :"
We are two travellers, Roger and /,
Rogers my dog.
"Bob" was dog belonging to a FIRE
company of London, and was accus-
toned to run up ladders into burning
houses he, too, has been immortalized
in verse:
Show me where poor Bob is buried;
/ should like TO see his grave.
"Me dog Schneider" runs through the
memories we keep Of Jefferson with a
wonderfully sweet thrill.
There are names sacred to dogs. Boz
was a fayorite name for English dogs
thirty years ago. Rover is always a
popular name for mastiffs. Prince,
Lion, Tiger, Ponto and Carlo have long
been names familiar to the watchdog
tribe. Fido and Jip are pet names for
spaniels. Dora, the child-wife of David
Copperield, and her little dog Jip,
make the prettiest picture of the book
Jip sitting on two legs on the hated ae-
count book which that prig David insist
ed on Dora's studying; and then the
last sad glimpse Of the two friends.
al couldn't have any other dog but
Jip," said Dora; it would be so uD-
kind to Jip."
Oh Jip it may be never again.
"He lies down at my feet, stretches
himself out, and With plainliye CRY l.
dead. "--DetrOH Sres tFssS.