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-[Illustration: MAUD HOWE.]
-
-
-
-
-    FAMOUS PETS
-
-    _OF FAMOUS PEOPLE_
-
-    BY
-
-    ELEANOR LEWIS
-
-    [Illustration: “MOUCHE”, VICTOR HUGO’S CAT.]
-
-    _ILLUSTRATED_
-
-    BOSTON
-    D. LOTHROP COMPANY
-    WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD
-
-
-
-
-    COPYRIGHT, 1892,
-    BY
-    D. LOTHROP COMPANY.
-
-
-    PRESS OF
-    Rockwell and Churchill
-    BOSTON
-
-
-
-
-    TO
-
-    Maud Howe Elliott
-
-    WHOSE DEVOTION TO HER OWN PETS CONSTITUTES HER
-    THE FRIEND OF EVERY OTHER, THIS BOOK
-    IS APPRECIATIVELY INSCRIBED
-    BY THE AUTHOR
-
-
-
-
-CONTENTS.
-
-
-    I.
-
-    SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES                 15
-
-
-    II.
-
-    A SELECT COMPANY                        37
-
-
-    III.
-
-    PETS IN LITERARY LIFE                   53
-
-
-    IV.
-
-    “THE UPPER TEN”                         75
-
-
-    V.
-
-    A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO                  119
-
-
-    VI.
-
-    PETS IN ARTIST LIFE                    135
-
-
-    VII.
-
-    PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE                  173
-
-
-    VIII.
-
-    AN ODD SET                             189
-
-
-    IX.
-
-    MILITARY PETS                          209
-
-
-    X.
-
-    ANIMALS AT SCHOOL                      231
-
-
-    XI.
-
-    A MENAGERIE IN STONE                  247
-
-
-
-
-LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
-
-
-    Miss Maud Howe and her dog Sambo                      _Frontis._
-
-    Statue of Sir Walter Scott, in Edinburgh                      17
-
-    Sir Walter Scott and his bull-terrier, Camp                   21
-
-    Rab                                                           25
-
-    “Baby Rab”                                                    26
-
-    “Pity the sorrows of us homeless dogs”                        27
-
-    Dr. John Brown, Dr. Peddie, and Dandie                        28
-
-    Drinking-fountain monument to Greyfriars’ Bobby, Edinburgh    29
-
-    Greyfriars’ Bobby                                             31
-
-    Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe at home                            38
-
-    Mrs. Stowe’s dog Punch                                        40
-
-    Mrs. Stowe’s dog Missy                                        41
-
-    Mrs. Phelps’s dog Daniel Deronda                              42
-
-    Mrs. Jane Welsh Carlyle and Nero                              45
-
-    Lord Byron and his dog Lyon                                   56
-
-    Sir Horace Walpole and Patapan                                59
-
-    Charles Dickens’s pet raven, Grip                             62
-
-    Bushie, the favorite dog of Charlotte Cushman                 66
-
-    Mouche, Victor Hugo’s cat                                     68
-
-    General Muff, Miss Mary L. Booth’s cat                        69
-
-    Nelly, the dog of Edmund Yates                                71
-
-    Frederick the Great and his sister Wilhelmina                 78
-
-    Prince Bismarck and his dogs                                  81
-
-    Queen Elizabeth in her peacock gown                           86
-
-    Mary, Queen of Scots, at the age of ten                       87
-
-    Lady Margaret Lenox, mother of Lord Darnley                   88
-
-    Children of Charles I. with spaniels                          90
-
-    Children of Charles I.; Prince Charles and his mastiff        91
-
-    James Stuart, Duke of Richmond, son of Esme Stuart            95
-
-    Princess Elizabeth, eldest daughter of James I.,
-      and her pets                                                98
-
-    Princess Mary, daughter of Charles I.                        101
-
-    Charles II. and pet spaniel, at Dawney Court, Bucks,
-      seat of the Duchess of Cleveland                           104
-
-    Princess Amelia and her dog                                  105
-
-    Princess Augusta, daughter of George III.}
-    Princess Amelia, daughter of George III. }                   107
-
-    A favorite at Marlborough House                              109
-
-    Pet spaniel of Louis XVI., companion of his daughter
-      “Madame Royale,” in prison                                 111
-
-    Pet Italian greyhound of Marie Louise                        112
-
-    Carlo Alberto and his favorite horse                         113
-
-    Victor Emmanuel and his dog                                  115
-
-    Prince Henry, eldest son of James I.                         120
-
-    Prince Rupert with his white dog Boy                         127
-
-    Puritan caricature of the death of Prince Rupert’s
-      white hound Boy                                            131
-
-    Miss Bowles                                                  136
-
-    “Friends now, Pussy!”                                        137
-
-    The painter Hogarth and his dog Trump                        139
-
-    Portrait of Albrecht Dürer at thirteen                       141
-
-    Hare drawn by the boy Albrecht Dürer                         142
-
-    Two Venetian ladies and their pets                           143
-
-    Section of dome                                              145
-
-    Ducks                                                        146
-
-    Fragment                                                     147
-
-    Hens and chickens                                            147
-
-    Two of Gottfried Mind’s cats                                 148
-
-    The Cavalier’s pets                                          149
-
-    The dustman’s dog                                            151
-
-    Countess, the sleeping bloodhound                            151
-
-    The critics                                                  152
-
-    Paul Pry, a member of the Humane Society                     153
-
-    An old monarch                                               155
-
-    Wasp, Rosa Bonheur’s pet terrier                             157
-
-    The horse fair                                               158
-
-    The lion at home                                             159
-
-    Glen and his master at Etretât                               160
-
-    Glen                                                         161
-
-    Mr. Chase and Kat-te                                         162
-
-    Lilla, Cruikshank’s little dog                               163
-
-    Lady Tankerville, who hid her kittens in the head of
-      Story’s statue of Peabody                                  165
-
-    Entrance and window of the sculptor Ezekiel’s studio in Rome 168
-
-    Bimbo, one of the sculptor Story’s pets                      169
-
-    Cat-headed Egyptian goddess, Bast or Bubastis                174
-
-    Bas-relief of Whittington and his cat                        175
-
-    Cardinal Richelieu, front face and sides                     179
-
-    The two-legged cat that belonged to Dr. Hill of Princeton
-      College                                                    183
-
-    Sally                                                        193
-
-    Cowper’s tame hares                                          199
-
-    Helix Desertorum                                             204
-
-    Bobby, the dog who would be a soldier                        211
-
-    The deer that marched ahead                                  220
-
-    The Welsh Fusileers’ goat                                    221
-
-    Old Abe                                                      223
-
-    Love leading the orchestra                                   232
-
-    The elephants of Germanicus                                  232
-
-    The cat showman                                              233
-
-    Pinta and his mule Marco                                     234
-
-    Help, the railway dog of England                             235
-
-    Prof. Bonnetty’s troupe                                      237
-
-    The Brighton Cats                                            239
-
-    A cat with a conscience                                      241
-
-    “Tell me thy secret, Beppo”                                  242
-
-    Sculpture of greyhounds in the Vatican                       248
-
-    Sculpture of thieving monkey in the Vatican                  249
-
-    Stag in alabaster in the Vatican                             250
-
-    Pliny’s doves; a mosaic in the Capitol at Rome               251
-
-    Patrician or plebeian?                                       253
-
-    The chimera; Etruscan sculpture in the Bargello at Florence  254
-
-
-
-
-_I._
-
-_SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES._
-
-
-FAMOUS PETS.
-
-
-
-
-I.
-
-SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES.
-
-
-Beautiful Edinburgh, her gray warmed into gold by the summer sunshine,
-lies half-asleep at the foot of her Castle Rock, and dreams, through
-the peaceful present, of her stormy, impetuous past. Each grain of dust
-there is historic. The traveler’s every footstep wakes some memory
-of old days. Over castle and palace, broad way and narrow close,
-over Canongate, Grassmarket, Arthur’s Seat, over hills that environ
-and streams that link, a magician has cast his spell--so intimately
-blending past and present, that we cannot look upon the one without
-remembering the other.
-
-To-day in sculptured marble, as erstwhile in life, the weaver of the
-spell yet guards his time-worn city, like the good genius of its
-fate. Passionless, mute, he sits brooding--the bustle of existence
-all around him--while the hound at his side gazes up at him, in rest
-unbroken as his own. The Scott monument--that is what rises before
-us; and the broad-browed, deep-eyed enchanter within, that--as every
-schoolboy knows--is the great Sir Walter Scott, the good, well-loving,
-dearly-loved Sir Walter.
-
-“What has he not done for every one of us?” writes the historian
-of Rab. “Who else ever, except Shakespeare, so diverted mankind,
-entertained and entertains a world so liberally, so wholesomely?” Who,
-indeed? And, in truth, we owe him far more than mere diversion, however
-liberal and wholesome; and may count it not least among his gifts to
-the world that, from the height of his fame, he set it example of a
-wise, distinguishing regard for animals.
-
-    “He prayeth well who loveth well
-    Both man and bird and beast”--
-
-might stand for the motto of his life. From babyhood to old age the
-power of loving enriched him, and won from “all things, great or
-small,” a warm response.
-
-The most conversible, attachable, and hence, dearest, among his humble
-friends were, naturally, horses and dogs. He liked, however, almost
-everything that breathes; and poultry, cattle, sheep, or pigs, cats
-and birds--all shared, to greater or less degree, in his good-will. An
-old gray badger lived, hermit-like, in a hole near Abbotsford for many
-years under his protection. A hen and a pig formed ardent attachments
-to him; and a pair of little donkeys would trot like puppies at his
-heels whenever they got the chance.
-
-Carlyle tells the story of a Blenheim cocker in Edinburgh, the most
-timid and reserved of its race, which shrank from all attention save
-that of its mistress, until one day on the street it made a sudden
-spring towards a tall, halting stranger, and fawned upon him in an
-ecstasy of delight. This was, of course, our own Sir Walter, whose
-great heart, like a magnet, drew to it all other hearts, whether bold
-or shy.
-
-[Illustration: STATUE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT, IN EDINBURGH.]
-
-His horses all fed from his hand, and preferred his attendance to that
-of the grooms; while, until lameness obliged him, in later years,
-to give up walking, he would never ride on Sunday, believing that “all
-domestic animals have a full right to their Sabbath of rest.” If his
-four-footed dependants were ill, he nursed and prescribed for them.
-When little Spice, an asthmatic terrier, was following the carriage, he
-would carry it over the brooks, that it might not get wet. In fine, he
-was always what too few are--“a gentleman, even to his dogs.”
-
-Pets were so numerous at Abbotsford that their record must be brief.
-The long list of pet horses opens in his childhood with a Shetland
-pony called Marion--a dwarfish creature that fed from his hand, and
-ran in and out of the house like a dog. The pair were close friends,
-and passed hours together exploring the hills. In his twentieth year,
-or thereabouts, Lenore is mentioned as doing him good service, but ere
-long was succeeded by Captain, coal-black and full of mettle. Next came
-Lieutenant, and then Brown Adam, a special favorite, who would let none
-but his master ride him, and who, when saddled and bridled, would trot
-out of the stable by himself to the mounting-stone, and wait there
-for Sir Walter. Daisy, next in order, was “all over white, without
-a speck, and with such a mane as Rubens delighted to paint.” His
-temper, unfortunately, was less perfect than his mane, and eventually
-Sir Walter sold him. Daisy was succeeded by the original of Dandie
-Dinmont’s “Dumple,” in the shape of a sober cob named Sybil Grey; and
-the list closes with a staid old horse known indifferently as Donce
-Davie and the Covenanter.
-
-In 1803, the canine favorite was Camp, a fine bull-terrier, “very
-handsome, very intelligent, and naturally very fierce, but gentle as a
-lamb among the children.” It is this dog that appears in the painting
-by Raeburn. He had considerable intellect in his way, and understood
-much that was said to him. Once he bit the family baker, and was
-severely punished for it--his offense being at the same time explained
-to him, says Scott. After this, “to the last moment of his life, he
-never heard the least allusion to the story, in whatever voice or tone
-it was mentioned, without getting up and retiring into the darkest
-corner of the room, with great appearance of distress. Then if you
-said, ‘The baker was well paid,’ or, ‘The baker was not hurt after
-all,’ Camp came forth from his hiding-place, capered, and barked, and
-rejoiced.”
-
-He lost none of his brightness, although strength began to fail him in
-1808, so that he could no longer accompany Sir Walter on his rides.
-But still when as evening drew on, the servant would say, “Camp, the
-shirra’s comin’ hame by the ford,” or “by the hill,” Camp would patter
-stiffly to the front door or back, as the direction might imply, and
-there await the master whom he could no longer follow. He died the
-ensuing year, in January, and was buried in the garden of Scott’s
-Edinburgh house, where even yet the place is pointed out. The whole
-family stood in tears around the grave, while Sir Walter himself,
-with sad face, smoothed the turf above his old companion. He had been
-invited to dine from home that night, but excused himself on account
-of the death of a dear old friend; and none wondered when they learned
-that the friend was Camp.
-
-Contemporary with Camp were the two greyhounds, Percy and Douglas, who,
-though far less dear, were much petted. It is on record that despite
-Lady Scott’s fear of robbers, a window was always left open for these
-dogs to pass in and out. They lie buried at Abbotsford with other of
-their doggish kin. Percy, in particular, is honored by a stone of
-antique appearance, and this inscription, befitting some valiant knight:
-
-“Cy git le preux Percie.”
-
-[Illustration: SIR WALTER SCOTT AND HIS BULL-TERRIER, CAMP.
-
-(_From the painting by Raeburn._)]
-
-Poor Camp went over to the majority of dogs in January; in July, Sir
-Walter wrote to a friend that he had filled the vacant place with a
-shaggy terrier-puppy of high pedigree, and named it Wallace--its donor
-being a descendant of that famous Scotchman. Somewhat later the family
-was enlarged by a smooth-haired kintail terrier called Ourisque, which,
-if attending the master on his rides, would sometimes pretend fatigue,
-and whine to be taken up on horseback, where it would sit upright,
-without any support, in great state.
-
-But of all Sir Walter’s pets, the most famous was Maida, a gift in 1816
-from his Highland friend Glengarry. He describes it with enthusiasm,
-as “The noblest dog ever seen on the Border since Johnny Armstrong’s
-time, ... between the wolf and deer greyhound, about six feet from
-the tip of the nose to the tail, and high and strong in proportion.”
-Captain Thomas Brown, who knew Maida well, says, “So uncommon was
-his appearance, that he used to attract great crowds in Edinburgh to
-look at him whenever he appeared on the streets. He was a remarkably
-high-spirited and beautiful dog, with black ears, cheeks, back and
-sides, ... the tip of his tail white, ... his hair rough and shaggy;
-... that on the ridge of his neck, he used to raise like a lion’s mane,
-when excited to anger.”
-
-Maida was uniformly gentle except--aristocrat that he was!--to the
-poorly-dressed and to artists. His detestation of the latter may be
-explained by the number of times he had been obliged to pose for
-them;--the mere sight of a brush and palette was at last enough to make
-him run. His bark was deep and hollow; and sometimes, says Sir Walter,
-“he amused himself with howling in a very tiresome way. When he was
-very fond of his friends he used to grin, tucking up his whole lips
-and showing all his teeth, but it was only when he was particularly
-disposed to recommend himself.”
-
-Once he got hung by the leg, in trying to jump a park paling, and began
-to howl. But seeing his friends approach, “he stopped crying, and
-waved his tail by the way of signal, it was supposed, for assistance.”
-Luckily he was not much hurt, and most grateful for his rescue.
-
-The pleasant Irish authoress, Miss Edgeworth, was also fond of animals;
-and Scott’s correspondence with this lady is full of allusions to their
-mutual canine friends. In April, 1822, he tells her that Maida can
-no longer follow him far from the house, and adds: “I have sometimes
-thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives; and I am
-quite satisfied that it is in compassion to the human race; for if we
-suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve
-years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?”
-
-We can well imagine his grief when finally (October, 1824) Maida passed
-away painlessly, in his straw. They buried him at Abbotsford gate
-where he had so long kept watch and ward, with his own marble likeness
-for monument,--and for epitaph--
-
-    “Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore,
-    Sleep soundly, Maida, at your master’s door.”
-
-He still lives, however, in the story of Woodstock, as Bevis, the
-gallant hound of Alice Lee.
-
-Nimrod and Bran succeeded Maida, and although they could not replace
-him, were fine fellows. There was also a black greyhound, Hamlet, who
-usually “behaved most prince-like,” but when Washington Irving visited
-Abbotsford, got into mischief and killed a sheep. Nimrod, too, was
-occasionally naughty, but the master never failed to befriend his dogs
-when they were in trouble, preferring to pay damages rather than lose
-them.
-
-Besides the large dogs, there was a whole retinue of smaller ones,
-among them Finette, a sensitive, lady-like spaniel, greatly favored
-by Lady Scott; and a number of Dinmont terriers. The latter all bore
-“cruet names,” there being in the house at one time a Pepper, Mustard,
-Ginger, Catchup, Soy and Spice. Spicie was a warm-hearted, affectionate
-little creature, and is often mentioned, especially to Miss Edgeworth.
-Her little friend--Scott once assured her--is recovering from an
-asthmatic attack, and is active, though thin, “extremely like the
-shadow of a dog on the wall.”
-
-Other dogs there were, but where is the space to chronicle them or
-their deeds? A few lines must be kept for Hinsefeldt, the large black
-family cat that usually lay on the top stair of the book-ladder in
-Sir Walter’s study, coming down if Maida left the room, to guard the
-footstool until he should return. Irving saw Pussy at Abbotsford, and
-describes her clapper-clawing the dogs--an act of sovereignty which
-they took in good part. Scott was by nature not very fond of cats, but
-Hinse reconciled him to the race, so that even in a dull London hotel,
-he could enjoy the society of a “tolerably conversible cat, that ate a
-mess of cream with him each morning.”
-
-In 1825 a great business crash involved Sir Walter in a debt, to pay
-which he wore out the remnant of his life. Just before, he had been
-planning a return to Abbotsford. “But now,” he writes, “my dogs will
-wait for me in vain.... I feel their feet on my knees, I hear them
-whining and seeking me everywhere. This is nonsense, but it is what
-they would do could they know how things may be.” Two or three years
-later, being asked to write something for a Manual of Coursing, he
-refused sadly:--“I could only send you the laments of an old man, and
-the enumeration of the number of horses and dogs which have been long
-laid under the sod.”
-
-Indeed, for master as for petted friends, the end was now approaching.
-He grew each day more sad and feeble, until at last even his
-staghound’s rough caress was more than his spent frame could bear. As a
-last hope he was taken on a voyage; but the remedy was powerless, and
-he hurried home to die. Half-wild with joy at seeing the old familiar
-scenes once more, he finally reached Abbotsford, and sank exhausted in
-his chair. There the dogs gathered around him; “they began to fawn upon
-him and lick his hands; and he alternately sobbed and smiled over them
-until sleep oppressed him.” This sleep ere long deepened into a slumber
-more profound, and death came between Sir Walter and his friends on
-earth.
-
-Contemporary with Scott was Prof. John Wilson, so well-known to all
-as Christopher North. He, too, was passionately fond of animals, and
-his daughter, Mrs. Gordon, has left a delightful account of his pets.
-Of Grog, chestnut-brown in color, meek and tiny, “more like a bird
-than a dog,” with “little comical, turned-out feet, a cosey, coaxing,
-mysterious, half-mouse, half-birdlike dog,” who crept noiselessly out
-of life one morning, and was found dead on his master’s bed. Of Brontë,
-the beautiful Newfoundland, all purple-black, save the white star on
-his breast, who daily walked to and from the college with his master,
-but at last was cruelly poisoned, and died, leaving “no bark like his
-in the world of sound.”
-
-[Illustration: RAB.
-
-(_By permission of David Douglass, publisher of “Rab and His
-Friends.”_)]
-
-Of O’Brontë, Brontë’s son, with “the same still, serene, smiling and
-sagacious eyes.” Of Rover, the best beloved, whose master stood beside
-him when he died, “trying to soothe and comfort the poor animal. A very
-few minutes before death closed his fast-glazing eye, the professor
-said, ‘Rover, my poor fellow, give me your paw.’ The dying animal made
-an effort to reach his master’s hand; and so thus parted my father with
-his favorite, as one man taking leave of another.”
-
-Of Charlie, Fido, Tip, and Fang, Paris and many more, not to mention
-his friendly canine friends, Neptune, Tickler, Tory, Wasp, and Juba,
-who graciously kept him on their visiting-list. Should any one wish to
-know more of these dogs, he will find plenty to interest him in the
-writings of Christopher North, especially in that pleasant miscellany
-called the _Noctes Ambrosianæ_.
-
-[Illustration: “BABY RAB.”
-
-(_Sketch by Dr. John Brown._)]
-
-But the pet most singular and most fairy-like of all, was a sparrow,
-that for eleven years inhabited his study, dwelling with him in an
-intimacy so entire that the family declared it was developing both in
-size and character by the association, and if it lived, would in time
-become an eagle. To think of the tiny creature fluttering around great
-Christopher, nestling in his waistcoat pocket, carrying stray hairs
-from his shoulders to its cage, with nest intentions; perching on his
-inkstand, even pecking at his pen! What familiarity, what audacity
-with genius! And supposing the nest actually had been made, with those
-precious hairs inwoven, how relic-hunters would be seeking it to-day!
-
-The intimacy between this strangely dissimilar pair is only one more
-proof that
-
-    “The brave are aye the tenderest
-    The loving are the daring;”
-
-and I cannot but think that if his books should be forgotten, the
-legend of the sparrow would still keep Wilson’s memory green.
-
-A friend and brother-author of Scott and Wilson was the Ettrick
-Shepherd, James Hogg. To judge from his own account, and from that
-in the _Noctes_, his liking for dogs must have equaled theirs. His
-perception of canine character was acute; and through his description
-we feel well acquainted with Hector, the Collie. According to the
-Shepherd, Hector had a sense of humor matched only by his politeness,
-and once even, when intensely amused by a conversation between his
-master and a friend, “louped o’er a stone wa’,” that he might laugh
-unseen behind it. Maida used to grin; why not Hector?
-
-With these three lovers of the canine race must be grouped a fourth,
-the good physician, Doctor John Brown of Edinburgh. He has written
-about dogs as only Landseer has painted them--sympathetically,
-lovingly, with intuitive comprehension of dog-nature. “Rab and his
-Friends” is an idyl that brings tears for sole applause; “Our Dogs”
-is a Shakespearean comedy, over which we smile or softly laugh. We
-remember them as we remember only the intensely alive. Still we see
-that night procession where the living guides homeward the beautiful
-dead, with faithful Rab slow-following behind.
-
-[Illustration: PITY THE SORROWS OF US HOMELESS DOGS]
-
-Then the scene changes, and “Our Dogs” frolic over the stage. A daring
-little fellow leads them--the one that begged admission to the band by
-a look that said _Cur non_? Here is Toby the Tyke, with his unequaled
-tail and moral excellence; here Wylie, the collie, blithe, beautiful
-and kind; and here Rab himself, whose baby outlines are imagined in a
-funny sketch by Dr. Brown. Here is Wasp, the dog-of-business; here,
-Jock, “insane from his birth,” as might be expected of a dog whose
-mother was called Vampire, and whose father, Demon. Enter the Dutchess,
-of wee body and great soul; enter Crab, John Pym, and Puck; pass as
-enter Dick and Peter, Jock and Bob. In fact, Bob closes the list, and
-his character was thus briefly summed up for me in a room in Edinburgh
-made sacred by mementoes of his master.
-
-“Bob,” said my informant, “was the last dog we had, and really he was
-too much for us all. He was very pure-bred,--so pure, that my brother
-used to say it had driven the wits from him. He had no discretion
-whatever, yet at the same time so much energy that he was always
-getting both himself and us into trouble. He became very grubby at
-last,--oh! very grubby, indeed, and we were obliged to dispose of him.”
-
-[Illustration: Dr. JOHN BROWN, DR. PEDDIE, AND DANDIE.
-
-(_From photograph, by permission of Mr. Moffat, Edinburgh._)]
-
-The Edinburgh refuge for lost dogs found a warm advocate in Dr. Brown;
-his sketch of two little terriers supporting a hat for contributions
-appeals to us still to pity the sorrows of homeless dogs. Even more
-vividly does it recall the artist--that kindest gentleman and friend
-who spent his life in caring for the needy, sick, and sad. Here in the
-picture you see him--the same kind presence as in life--seated with Dr.
-Peddie, and Dr. Peddie’s Dandie. This photograph was taken in 1880.
-Dandie belonged to Dr. Peddie, but was a great favorite with Dr. John
-whom (as both gentlemen lived on the same street) he visited daily,
-never seeming content until his regular call was made.
-
-[Illustration: DRINKING FOUNTAIN MONUMENT TO GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY,
-EDINBURGH.]
-
-Very unlike the homeless, boneless paupers of Dr. Brown’s Plea, is
-an Edinburgh dog now living, to whose luxurious habits the following
-anecdote, given me by one acquainted with its truth, bears witness.
-
-Edinburgh, though nominally on the Firth of Forth, lies really some
-miles from the sea. In summer, a bather’s train is run sufficiently
-early to enable gentlemen to reach their offices in good time. Mr.
-Thomas Nelson (of the publishers’ firm Nelson & Co., Edinburgh, London,
-New York, etc.) was in the habit of availing himself of this early
-train, accompanied by a favorite dog, who enjoyed a sea-bath as much
-as did his master. On one occasion Mr. Nelson was away from home for
-three weeks, and on his return was surprised to receive a bill from the
-railway company for three weeks’ first-class dog fares. On inquiry, he
-found that during his absence, the dog had gone daily, as hitherto, by
-train, taken the usual bath, and then returned to town--exactly as he
-had been used to doing in his master’s company.
-
-[Illustration: GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY.]
-
-All will agree, I fancy, that this anecdote bears witness to the dog’s
-neat and gentlemanly habits, as well as to his master’s indulgence.
-
-Just off High Street in Edinburgh, beyond George IV. Bridge, is a
-little drinking-fountain with a trough for dogs attached. It is a point
-of interest to more than the thirsty--being unique both in subject
-and design. Seated on a pedestal is the image of a shaggy, large-eyed
-terrier, whose averted gaze continually seeks Greyfriars’ churchyard,
-across the intervening houses of the street. Beneath are the words:
-
-    GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY.
-    _From the life, just before his death_,
-
-and below this, the following inscription:
-
-    _A Tribute
-    To the affectionate fidelity of_
-    GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY.
-    _In 1858 this faithful dog followed
-    The remains of his master to Greyfriars’
-    churchyard, and lingered
-    near the spot until his death in 1872.
-    With permission,
-    Erected by the
-    Baroness Burdett-Coutts._
-
-The story of leal Bobby has been often told, but is well worth telling
-once again. While life sits warm at our hearts, we should remember this
-other little heart, so constant and loving. He has been sculptured,
-painted, sketched, memorialized, as though he were royal.
-
-One gloomy day I passed the memorial fountain, and turned in at
-Greyfriars. It was already closing time, still the old curator let me
-in, and while searching for a “potograph” as he called it, of Bobby,
-told me what he could about him. Bobby lies buried in a flower-bed
-in front of the church. For more than a dozen years he made his
-master’s grave his home--a grave unmarked until his own devotion
-became its monument. The curator tried at first to drive him away, but
-without success, and ended by letting him do as he would. A friendly
-restaurant-keeper gave him food; every body indeed was kind, and in his
-doggish heart he must have felt their kindness; yet outwardly he drew
-near to none. Why should he when his real life lay deep down in six
-feet of earth?
-
-“Here’s the potograph at last, ma’am,” said the old curator, “and
-here’s his collar, if you’d like to see it.”
-
-I touched reverently the half-worn band of leather, remembering how
-near it had once lain to a faithful little heart.
-
-“They tried to get his body from me,” continued Bobby’s friend, “that
-they might stuff the skin, and keep it in the museum. But I said to
-myself, ‘No, sirs; you mean it well, but it ain’t what Bobby ‘d ‘a’
-wanted, and he’s the first call to be axed.’ I meant to do the fair
-thing by him, dead or alive. He’d never ‘a’ lain here thirteen year,
-wet weather or dry, cold or warm, summer and winter, unless he’d meant
-it. You see, ma’am, I naturally knew it wa’n’t right for his skin to be
-that far from his master’s; so when he died, I just quietly took my own
-way, and got him under ground before them as wanted him knew rightly he
-was dead. And there he is,”--pointing to the flower-bed--“all that’s
-left of him.”
-
-A soft Scotch rain had been falling while we talked, but now slackened;
-and a misty beam of sunlight pierced the clouds low-piled in the west.
-Its pale gold lit up Bobby’s resting-place, under-scoring, as it were,
-the epitaph just spoken, then glanced along the gray front of the
-church, and brought into relief an ancient slab, where a skeleton,
-fantastically poised, appeared to be keeping guard. A little robin
-hopped lightly to a bush in the flower-bed, whence soon its clear
-vespers thrilled the air. Death was there, alas! yet overcome by life;
-since love is the only real life, and by right of loving Bobby lives
-forever.
-
-
-
-
-_II._
-
-_A SELECT COMPANY._
-
-
-
-
-II.
-
-A SELECT COMPANY.
-
-
-In the Life and Correspondence of the Rev. Lyman Beecher, under the
-far-away date of 1819, is this item:
-
-  “Last week was interred Tom junior, with funeral honors, by the side
-  of old Tom of happy memory. What a fatal mortality there is among the
-  cats of the Parsonage! Our Harriet is chief mourner always at their
-  funerals. She asked for what she called an epithet for the gravestone
-  of Tom junior, which I gave as follows:
-
-    ‘Here lies our kit,
-    Who had a fit,
-      And acted queer.
-    Shot with a gun,
-    Her race is run,
-      And she lies here.’”
-
-The small mourner at this small funeral has since then had many a pet
-to love and mourn. Hardly a child but knows the dogs whose stories were
-told in Our Young Folks some twenty years ago: Carlo, the poor, good,
-homely, loving mastiff; the Newfoundland Rover, who, like Christopher
-North’s Brontë, met a cruel death by poison; Stromion, the ‘pure
-mongrel,’ Prince and Giglio; lady-like Florence; Rag, the Skye, and
-Wix, the Scotch terrier; all these are familiar names. Then, too,
-there were cats, as we have just seen; there were birds; there were
-accidental, happen-so pets; and, in fine, when we think of Harriet
-Beecher Stowe, it is not only as the friend of her race, but also as
-the friend and advocate of the great world of animals all around us.
-
-Prominent among her pets to-day are Punch and Missy, as you see them
-here; photographed from life. Excellent sitters they must have been,
-even the tip of their impetuous tails being subdued into quiet for the
-time. The result is an accurate likeness except in the case of Missy,
-whose ears were, unfortunately, so far in the foreground, that they
-appear twice their proper size.
-
-[Illustration: MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AT HOME.
-
-(_By permission of Houghton, Mifflin & Co._)]
-
-Punch was a present to Mrs. Stowe, and after being selected with great
-care, at a noted dog fancier’s in Boston, was sent by express from that
-city to Hartford, Conn., in the fall of 1881. “I shall never forget,”
-says one of the family, “how droll and cunning he looked in his slatted
-crate, trying every aperture with his funny blunt nose, for a way
-of escape. He soon, however, made friends with us all, after being
-released from his small wooden prison, and was treated by all with the
-consideration of a young prince.”
-
-For two winters Punch made an almost royal progress to Florida--his
-mistress, so named, in his train; and was the recipient of most
-delicate attentions on board the steamer from officers and crew, not to
-speak of mere passengers. He was allowed free access to the captain’s
-private room. I am not sure, indeed, but he came to regard it as his
-own state apartment, and its crimson plush sofa as his appropriate
-seat. Certain it is, that he would often growl, and dispute mildly, its
-possession with the captain.
-
-In the main, however, he was a dog of great politeness. It is on
-record that when a lady-passenger kept giving him sugared almonds, he
-was too well-bred to express his dislike of them, or pain the giver
-by a refusal. So he noiselessly carried almond after almond under the
-sofa, until quite a pile was accumulated; the young lady, meanwhile,
-supposing he had eaten them. This was done so adroitly, and with such
-evidently polite motive, that the by-standers were much amused.
-
-Punch was very catholic in his tastes; not only the captain’s plush
-sofa found favor in his sight, but also the leather cushion in the
-pilot-house, where he spent much of his time, apparently over-seeing
-the man at the wheel. It was his habit in pleasant weather to take
-long constitutionals around the deck-house, keeping close to its side,
-through fear of the sea. Rough weather was sure to send him into
-retirement under a sofa in the saloon, whence occasionally he would
-creep out to inspect the sea--retiring again with a growl of disgust if
-the waves were high.
-
-He was greatly admired in Savannah and Jacksonville, especially by the
-darkies, who often asked Miss Stowe if she would not give them “her
-pup.” One candid person of color remarked: “Lady, I like your pup; he
-looks like he could fight!” But this very popularity brought disaster
-in its train. Like the famous thief whose admiration for diamonds led
-him always, when possible, to remove them from their ignorant owners
-into his own enlightened possession--so somebody--unknown--admired
-Punch to the degree that he appropriated him. After two triumphant
-years with Mrs. Stowe, in September, 1883, he was stolen; and although
-advertised, although rewards were offered, nothing was heard from him
-until 1885. In March of this year, he was recognized at a dog-show
-in New Haven, and claimed, to the equal delight of himself and his
-friends. He had forgotten neither mistress nor home, and his joy in
-getting back was unmistakable.
-
-[Illustration: MRS. STOWE’S DOG PUNCH.]
-
-In the meantime, his place had been taken, although not filled, by
-Missy, a gift from the same gentleman who had previously sent Punch.
-Unlike Punch, however, she was a foreigner, having been imported from
-England. Miss Stowe says: “It is a disputed point as to which is the
-finer dog--I myself think it six of the one to half a dozen of the
-other.”
-
-To Punch’s other claims to distinction, may be added that seal of
-public approval--a prize at a dog-show. Both dogs have collars,
-bells, and harness in abundance. They wear them when out walking, and
-thus--merrily tinkling across the stage--exit Missy, exit Punch to find
-behind the scenes, the warm, safe shelter of home!
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-It was probably a strong sense of contrast that led Miss Elizabeth
-Stuart Phelps to call her pet terrier Daniel Deronda! He was, however,
-so thoroughly lovable and whole-hearted, that on this account, if no
-other, he deserved the name. Was, I say--for alas! he has been gathered
-to the dust now many months, and only the memory remains of his doggish
-prettiness and affectionate heart. Like Punch, he came from a dog-store
-in Boston; but unlike him, was of mingled blood, being blue Skye and
-King Charles. One of his merits was that excellent thing--in dogs as in
-women--a low, soft voice; and on this gentle “barkter,” as suited to a
-lady’s establishment, the fancier laid particular stress.
-
-[Illustration: MRS. STOWE’S DOG MISSY.]
-
-It added greatly to the appearance of gentleness and simplicity in his
-character, that he would readily accept the attentions of strangers,
-and walk with almost any one who asked him. This however was the
-amiability of good breeding, and did not interfere with the fact that
-his heart belonged solely to his mistress. Such wisdom as he had was
-of the heart and not the head. He knew no tricks to win attention,
-he was not particularly intellectual; but by way of counterpoise, he
-was very religious, and quite unsectarian in his views. He had an
-actual mania for going to church; Catholic, Methodist, Presbyterian,
-what not--he patronized all with that same fine disregard of lesser
-distinctions that characterized George Eliot’s Deronda.
-
-[Illustration: MRS. PHELPS’S DOG DANIEL DERONDA.]
-
-Once he ran away three miles from home, to attend services at a Baptist
-church--being recognized there by different persons. When the service
-was over he started to return. But the road was long, he was already
-tired, and time passed slowly. When, as the hours went by, the truant
-was still absent, his mistress grew alarmed; and finally, having put
-the police to search, set out herself. By good fortune she had not gone
-far before, in the middle of the street, she saw the truant himself,
-coming wearily homeward, hot, dusty and bewildered. She called him
-by name, and when he heard the familiar voice, and realized that his
-dearest friend was near, his look of relief and recognition was most
-wonderful.
-
-Accidents come to all, and one day, when Daniel was out walking with
-his mistress, he somehow involved himself with a carriage, and the
-wheels passed over his neck. He was picked up, a limp, inert little
-body. Remedies were applied, though with small hope of success; but at
-last, to the astonishment of all, he revived, and erelong was as much a
-dog as ever.
-
-He was well-known in Gloucester, and I believe it was humorously
-proposed at one time, to make him assistant janitor of the East
-Gloucester Temperance Club. Gentler little assistant there had never
-been; but the suggestion was not carried out. And soon he passed
-away from his friends. He met with another accident, and, after much
-suffering, was mercifully put out of pain.
-
-“He loved me, and I loved him,” said his mistress. What better epitaph
-could he have?
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-From Daniel Deronda to George Eliot; the transition is easy and
-natural. She herself maintained that she was “too lazy a lover of
-dogs, to like them when they gave her much trouble”; but this was mere
-theory, and the actual possession of a pet brought her to that pass of
-mingled affection and resignation which most owners of animals reach.
-A fine bull-terrier, of great moral excellence, was given her; and
-soon, with the readiness of a large mind, she adapted herself to the
-new-comer’s whims and ways, noting them all with the same clear insight
-she gave to the characters in her books. It was not lost upon her,
-that he grew positively “radiant with intelligence, when there was a
-savory morsel in question.” This, she thought, spoke well for him; she
-distrusted intellect where there was “obtuseness of palate.”
-
-The good impression Pug made at first, was justified by his
-after-conduct; and several weeks’ experience enabled his mistress to
-write that he daily developed new graces. He was affectionate, he was
-companionable, he was all that a dog should be! In the matter of voice,
-he went a step further than his American cousin at Gloucester; for
-whereas Daniel Deronda had a very small bark, Pug had no bark at all!
-“He sneezed at the world in general, and looked affectionately” at his
-mistress.
-
-Nothing could be more satisfactory than this state of things--devotion
-on Pug’s part, answering regard and sympathy on that of George Eliot.
-Her feelings, you will notice, were very different from those of
-Shakespeare, to whose mighty intellect her own is so often compared.
-This great man, who had something to say on almost every subject, had
-nothing good to say about dogs, and very little about cats. Probably he
-detested the one, and tolerated the other; at any rate, it seems very
-doubtful if he cared for them as a man and an author should. Luckily
-for all concerned, the world’s authors avoid his bad example and,
-almost without exception, have their pets.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-The Carlyles, for instance: Thomas Carlyle wrote the lives of Cromwell
-and Frederick, and Schiller, and Sterling; he told us about heroes
-and demigods; he busied himself with the signs of the times, and the
-remains of the past--with Chartism in England, and a Revolution in
-France; he had loads and piles of books to be read, hidden facts to
-search out, crabbed writings to decipher; his brain and his hours were
-full--what possible room could there be for anything else? But room
-there was, and to spare, and years after its death, he could still
-remember the dog whose little life had cheered him; he was fond of
-Fritz, his horse; he could pause to notice Pussy, or fling a seed to
-Chico, the canary.
-
-[Illustration: MRS. JANE WELSH CARLYLE AND NERO. (_From photograph by
-Prætorius, West Brompton, England._)]
-
-And Mrs. Carlyle--to judge of her feeling for these little friends,
-you must read her letters, and see for yourselves how large a space
-their ways and doings fill.
-
-It is true, there was some question in the family at first, whether a
-dog could be tolerated. Mr. Carlyle was busy writing, and nervous--how
-would it affect him? But in 1849, the little creature came, found its
-place, and filled it; was “a most affectionate, lively little dog,
-though otherwise of small merit, and little or no training”; was happy,
-and, in turn, made others happy. For the next ten years, Nero and his
-master had many walks together, and “a good deal of small traffic, poor
-little animal, so loyal, so loving, so naïve, and true with what of dim
-intellect he had.”
-
-Undoubtedly he was a trouble at times, as what mortal thing is not;
-yet, on the whole, he was far more of a comfort than trouble. Sometimes
-he was stolen, sometimes he strayed away, and then they would suffer
-“the agonies of one’s dog lost,” until the missing one again appeared;
-for they “could have better spared a better dog.”
-
-Once, when Carlyle was away from home, the prettiest, wittiest letter
-imaginable was sent him, in Nero’s behalf, by Mrs. Carlyle. She was
-kind enough to translate it from Can-ese into English, and also to
-write it out--he being equal only to Nero + his mark.
-
-  DEAR MASTER--(thus it reads)--
-
-  I take the liberty to write to you myself (my mistress being out of
-  the way of writing to you, she says) that you may know Columbine [the
-  black cat] and I are quite well, and play about as usual. There was
-  no dinner yesterday to speak of; I had for my share only a piece of
-  biscuit that might have been round the world; and if Columbine got
-  anything at all, I didn’t see it. I made a grab at one of two small
-  beings on my mistress’s plate; she called them heralds of the morn;
-  but my mistress said, “Don’t you wish you may get it?” and boxed my
-  ears. I wasn’t taken to walk on account of its being wet. And nobody
-  came but a man for burial rates, and my mistress gave him a rowing,
-  because she wasn’t going to be buried here at all. Columbine and I
-  don’t care where we are buried....
-
-  (Tuesday Evening.)
-
-  My mistress brought my chain, and said “Come along with me while it
-  shined, and I could finish after.” But she kept me so long in the
-  London Library and other places, that I had to miss the post. An old
-  gentleman in the omnibus took such notice of me! He looked at me a
-  long time, and then turned to my mistress, and said, “Sharp, isn’t
-  he?” And my mistress was so good as to say “O, yes!” And then the old
-  gentleman said again, “I knew it! Easy to see that!” And he put his
-  hand in his hind pocket, and took out a whole biscuit, a sweet one,
-  and gave it me in bits. I was quite sorry to part with him, he was
-  such a good judge of dogs.... No more at present from your
-
-   Obedient little dog,        NERO.
-
-
-Poor Nero was run over by a butcher’s cart, in October, 1859, and,
-though not killed outright, was never well again. His mistress nursed
-and petted him--his master could not do enough; but neither care nor
-love could avail. Four months later he died, and was buried in the
-garden, with a small headstone to mark his blameless dust. “I could not
-have believed,” said Carlyle, “my grief, then and since, would have
-been the twentieth part of what it was.” And “nobody but myself,” said
-Nero’s mistress, “can have any idea of what that little creature has
-been in my life; my inseparable companion during eleven years, ever
-doing his little best to keep me from feeling sad and lonely. Docile,
-affectionate, loyal, up to his last hour.”
-
-I happened once to pass the closed house in Chelsea, where the Carlyles
-lived so long. Just a little way from it, is a bronze statue of
-Carlyle, with kind, melancholy face--a fit memorial, in fitting place,
-to one who, whatever his faults, is yet among the greatest spirits of
-our age. Not long before he was walking this very path; now we passed
-from the voiceless statue to the desolate house, as from silence unto
-silence. The windows were closed, like eyes with sealed lids; the
-hospitable door was grimly shut, and the knocker, as we tried it, sent
-a hollow echo through the hall within.
-
-But the noonday sunlight fell hot and cheery on the doorstep, where,
-comfortably ensconced in a corner, lay a black-and-white cat. It
-blinked lazily at us, but was too well off, and I am sure too secure,
-also, of our friendliness, to move.
-
-So the house which Mrs. Carlyle’s friends used jestingly to call
-“a refuge for stray dogs and cats,” still offered them some slight
-shelter--although master and mistress, and little Nero, all were gone!
-
-
-
-
-_III._
-
-_PETS IN LITERARY LIFE._
-
-
-
-
-III.
-
-PETS IN LITERARY LIFE.
-
-
-The pets and authors of the past may be briefly glanced at on our way
-to those of to-day. We may begin with the learned Justus Lipsius,
-erstwhile professor at Louvain. This worthy went daily to his
-lecture-room with a retinue of dogs, whose portraits, each with a
-commemorative description, adorned the walls of his study. Three have
-been individualized for posterity as Mopsikins, Mopsy and Sapphire.
-
-Tarot, Franza, Balassa, Ciccone, Musa, Mademoiselle and Monsieur, were,
-in their long-vanished life-time, companions to Agrippa, the astrologer
-and scholar. The knowing little Monsieur was permitted, as special
-favorite, to sleep upon his master’s bed, eat from his plate, and lie
-upon the table beside his papers, while he wrote. He may even have
-suggested to Goethe the black poodle in Faust, since, like Rupert’s
-hound Boy, and Claver’s battle-horse, he was commonly supposed to be a
-fiend.
-
-The creator of Faust’s demon-poodle could not endure dogs in real life,
-and was always scolding about their “_ungeheure Ton_.” As to their
-character, he even committed himself in this very unpleasant epigram:
-
-    “Wundern kannes mich nicht dass
-      Menschen die Hunde so lieben;
-    Denn ein erbärmlicher Schuffist, wie
-      Der Mensch, so der Hund,”
-
-which has been rendered:
-
-    “It cannot surprise me that men love dogs so much,
-    For dog, like man, is a pitiful, sneaking rogue.”
-
-Such a disagreeable sentiment as this--one so unworthy both of man and
-author--requires an antidote. We find one in these lines of Herrick to
-his spaniel Tracy:
-
-    “Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see
-    For shape and service spaniel like to thee.
-    This shall my love doe, give thy sad fate one
-    Teare, that deserves of me a million.”
-
-This is all we know of Tracy, but it suffices enough. A faithful dog, a
-fond master--in these words his story is told.
-
-Bounce--named most suggestive--belonged to Alexander Pope; Bean, to
-the gentler poet, Cowper. Goldsmith had a dog, of course, and equally
-of course it was a poodle. No creature less comic would serve his
-turn. Sir Joshua Reynolds tells a story of the pair which reads like a
-fragment from the Vicar of Wakefield: how one morning he called on the
-improvident author, rather expecting to find him in low spirits, and
-found him, instead, at his table, alternately writing a few words, and
-looking over at the poodle which he had made stand on its hind legs in
-a corner of the room.
-
-In this fashion the impecunious one was amusing himself; and the great
-artist looked on, no less amused in truth, and pleasantly sympathetic.
-If only he had painted the scene, one wishes.
-
-Very different in temperament was Lord Byron. Practically, he agreed
-with Mme. de Staël in liking dogs the better, the more he knew of men.
-He seems to have had as friendly a feeling for the animal world as his
-contemporary, Scott, although showing it in a more whimsical fashion.
-Scott would never have traveled with a private menagerie, but Byron
-carried with him from England to Italy, “ten horses, eight enormous
-dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow and a falcon.”
-
-Dogs were his favorites; they were friends whose affection could be
-trusted, and whose criticism he had not to fear. Boatswain is almost
-as widely known as his master. No one visits Newstead without seeing
-his picture in the dining-room, and in the grounds his grave, with the
-famous epitaph:
-
-    NEAR THIS SPOT
-    ARE DEPOSITED THE REMAINS OF ONE
-    WHO POSSESSED BEAUTY WITHOUT VANITY,
-    STRENGTH WITHOUT INSOLENCE,
-    COURAGE WITHOUT FEROCITY,
-    AND ALL THE VIRTUES OF MAN WITHOUT HIS VICES.
-    THIS PRAISE, WHICH WOULD BE UNMEANING FLATTERY
-    IF INSCRIBED OVER HUMAN ASHES,
-    IS BUT A JUST TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF
-    BOATSWAIN, A DOG,
-    WHO WAS BORN AT NEWFOUNDLAND, MAY, 1803,
-    AND DIED AT NEWSTEAD ABBEY, NOV. 18, 1808.
-
-As this dog was the friend of his youth, so Lion was the companion of
-his later days in Greece. Major Parry says that “riding, or walking, or
-sitting, or standing,” they were never apart. “His most usual phrase
-was, ‘Lyon, you are no rogue, Lyon,’ or ‘Lyon,’ his lordship would say,
-‘thou art an honest fellow, Lyon.’ The dog’s eyes sparkled, and his
-tail swept the floor as he sat with his haunches on the ground. ‘Thou
-art more faithful than men, Lyon; I trust thee more.’ Lyon sprang up
-and barked, and bounded round his master, as much as to say, ‘You may
-trust me.’”
-
-Faithful to the last, he watched over Byron’s death-bed, and then went
-to England, where he lived and died, an honored pensioner, in the house
-of Mrs. Leigh.
-
-[Illustration: LORD BYRON AND HIS DOG LYON.]
-
-Mrs. Radcliffe, whose novels delighted and terrorized our
-grandmothers, had two dogs, called Fan and Dash. Fan had been a mangy,
-poverty-stricken beast, condemned by its rustic owner to be hung. In a
-lucky hour the novelist happened by, purchased the guiltless criminal
-for half a crown; and Fan, cured of the mange, grown plump and silky,
-became so beautiful a dog that Queen Charlotte, when out walking with
-her brood of young princesses, would stop to notice her. On one of
-these occasions Fan and one of the royal spaniels caught simultaneously
-the ends of a long bone; and for some distance this foundling of the
-people and the pet of royalty pranced on amicably together, holding
-the bone between them!
-
-Dash was a poor street dog whose leg had been run over and broken.
-He was taken in a coach to the doctor’s, the leg was set, health and
-strength returned, and Dash was more than himself again, for now he was
-“Mrs. Radcliffe’s dog.”
-
-Another Dash lived first with Thomas Hood, then with Charles Lamb; he
-made such a slave of the latter, that finally Miss Lamb wrote to Mr.
-Patmore, entreating him to remove the dog, “if only out of charity; for
-if we keep him much longer, he will be the death of Charles.”
-
-The transfer took place, and the late victim’s spirits rose to
-high-water mark soon afterwards in this whimsical, charming letter:
-
- DEAR PATMORE:
-
-  Excuse my anxiety, but how is Dash?... Goes he muzzled or _apesto
-  ore_? Are his intellects sound, or does he wander a little in his
-  conversation? You cannot be too careful to watch the first symptoms
-  of incoherence. The first illogical snarl he makes, off with him to
-  St. Luke’s.... Try him with hot water: if he won’t lick it up, it
-  is a sign he does not like it. Does his tail wag horizontally or
-  perpendicularly? That has decided the fate of many dogs in Enfield.
-  Is his general deportment cheerful? I mean, when he is pleased--for
-  otherwise there is no judging. You can’t be too careful. Has he bit
-  any of the children yet? If he has, have them shot, and keep him for
-  curiosity, to see if it was the hydrophobia.... You might pull out his
-  teeth (if he would let you), and then you need not mind if he were as
-  mad as Bedlamite.... I send my love in a ---- to Dash.
-
- C. LAMB.
-
-A great contrast to this tyrant was Mouse, the loving, jealous little
-terrier of Douglas Jerrold. A source of much gentle mirth while her
-master was well and strong, she did her utmost to comfort his dying
-hours. Once more, as she nestled beside him, his thin hand rested on
-her head; once more, and for the last time, he called her faintly by
-name; then they removed her, and in a few hours Mouse was masterless.
-
-Horace Walpole’s dogs furnished many an amusing item for his letters,
-and diverted his friends no less than himself. “Sense and fidelity,”
-said he, “are wonderful recommendations; when one meets with them ... I
-cannot think the two additional legs are any drawback.”
-
-Tory, Patapan, Rosette, Touton and a host of others, were the living
-illustrations in his home of this belief.
-
-Tory, the “prettiest, fattest, dearest” King Charles, might have been
-leaner with advantage to himself, for a wolf snapped him up as he was
-waddling behind his master’s carriage in the Alps.
-
-Patapan is the little aristocrat whom you see beside Mr. Walpole in the
-picture. The whims of “His Patapanic Majesty” were all indulged, his
-tastes consulted; his master idolized, and royalty itself caressed him;
-finally his vanity, already large, was puffed out like a balloon, by
-Mr. Chute’s poem in his praise. Thus it sums up his perfections:
-
-    “Patá is frolicsome, and smart
-    As Geoffrey once was--(oh! my heart),
-    He’s purer than a turtle’s kiss,
-    And gentler than a little miss;
-    A jewel for a lady’s ear,
-    And Mr. Walpole’s pretty dear.”
-
-When the pretty dear was frisking through Strawberry Hill, he may very
-likely have brushed in his frolics against a great bowl of blue and
-white china occupying a place of honor in one of the rooms.
-
-[Illustration: SIR HORACE WALPOLE AND PATAPAN.]
-
-But the label would not have told him, as it does us, that this was the
-veritable “Tub of Gold Fishes” in which the favorite cat of Thomas
-Grey was drowned. “Demurest of the tabby kind”--Selima gazed at the
-fish, and longed; extended “a whisker first and then a claw;” and then--
-
-    “The slippery verge her feet beguiled,
-    She tumbled headlong in.”
-
-She may have found some comfort--since drown she must--in the vase
-being genuine old china; just as Clarence preferred drowning in Malmsey
-wine to water; but her best comfort--had she known it--was the poem
-to be written on her fate, the poem which still points her morals and
-adorns her tale.
-
-No one, in this group of literary people, was so intimate with cats as
-Southey. He delighted in them, he admired them, he understood them, and
-he thought no house quite furnished unless it had a baby and a kitten!
-
-It was to his little daughter Edith that this author dedicated his
-history of the cats of Greta Hall, which he intended to supplement
-by the Memoirs of Cats’ Eden. Unfortunately for us all, the last was
-never finished. The most delightful of philofelists--to use his own
-coinage--he tells the story of his cats _con amore_; from the fate
-untimely of Ovid, Virgil, and Othello, to the merited honors heaped
-upon Lord Nelson, a great carrot-colored cat promoted by him to the
-highest rank in the peerage, through all its degrees, under the titles
-of His Serene Highness, the Archduke Rumpelstilzchen, Marquis Mac-Bum,
-Earl Tomlemagne, Baron Raticide, Waswlher and Skaratchi. Felicitous
-titles, are they not?
-
-But how the list lengthens! Only a word can be given to Emily Brontë
-with her faithful, sullen mastiff Keeper; to Charlotte Brontë, with her
-black-and-white curly-haired Flossy; to Bulwer, with his Newfoundland
-Terror, and his better loved Andalusian horse; to Mrs. Bulwer--herself
-a beautiful spoiled child--with her beautiful spoiled Blenheim, Fairy,
-described by Disraeli as “no bigger than a bird of paradise, and quite
-as brilliant”--a Fairy that had its own printed visiting cards, and
-paid fashionable calls with its mistress; to Charles Reade, of keen
-wit and large heart, who petted squirrels, hares, and deer, as well as
-dogs, who wept when the exigencies of Never too Late to Mend required
-him to kill Carlo, and who humorously advised Ouida to name one of her
-dogs Tonic, as he was “a mixture of steal and w(h)ine.”
-
-[Illustration: CHARLES DICKENS’S PET RAVEN, GRIP.]
-
-Charles Kingsley’s pets, and those of Charles Dickens, have been so
-often and so fully described, that any further description seems
-superfluous. Timber, Turk and Linda, Mrs. Bouncer, Bumble and Sultan,
-were only a few of his many dogs; while Dick the canary--“best of
-birds”--a succession of kittens, an eagle, and various ravens, were
-among the pets that kept matters lively at Gadshill.
-
-Of the ravens, the most famous was Grip, who sat for his portrait in
-Barnaby Rudge, and whose stuffed body still exists.
-
-There are no brighter letters, no finer poems in literature, than those
-which “Flush, my Dog,” called out from Mrs. Browning--letters and verse
-so vivid, so delicately discriminative, that they amply supply the
-lack of other portraiture, and in them Flush still lives. Listen:
-
-    “Like a lady’s ringlets brown,
-    Flow thine silken ears adown
-        Either side demurely
-    Of thy silver-suited breast,
-    Shining out from all the rest
-        Of thy body purely.
-
-    “Darkly brown thy body is
-    Till the sunshine striking this,
-        Alchemize its dullness;
-    When the sleek curls manifold
-    Flash all over into gold,
-        With a burnished fullness.
-
-    “Leap! thy broad tail waves a light;
-    Leap! thy slender feet are bright,
-        Canopied in fringes.
-    Leap! those tasseled ears of thine
-    Flicker strangely fair and fine
-        Down their golden inches.”
-
-How clearly we see him with that gentlest mistress, bathed in the warm,
-sweet sunshine of the past! But there were other than sunny days--long,
-weary days in a sick-room, where--
-
-    “This dog only waited on,
-    Knowing that when light is gone,
-        Love remains for shining.
-
-    “Other dogs in thymy dew
-    Tracked the hares, and followed through
-        Sunny moor or meadow--
-    This dog only crept and crept
-    Next a languid cheek that slept,
-        Sharing in the shadow.”
-
-What wonder that she returned his love with--
-
-      --“more love again
-    Than dogs often take of men”?
-
-Flush was a gift from Miss Mitford, another authoress devoted to
-dogs; and the rival claims of these ladies for their pets, may still
-pleasantly amuse us. “How is your Flushie?” inquires Miss Mitford.
-“Mine becomes every day more and more beautiful, and more and more
-endearing. His little daughter Rose is the very moral of him, and
-another daughter (a puppy four months old, your Flushie’s half-sister)
-is so much admired in Reading that she has already been stolen four
-times--a tribute to her merit which might be dispensed with; and her
-master having offered ten pounds reward, it seems likely enough that
-she will be stolen four times more. They are a beautiful race, and that
-is the truth of it.”
-
-Now hear Miss Barrett (as she was at this time) telling Mr. Horne:
-
-  “Never in the world was another such dog as my Flush. Just now,
-  because after reading your note, I laid it down thoughtfully without
-  taking anything else up, he threw himself into my arms, as much as to
-  say, ‘Now it’s my turn. You’re not busy at all now.’ He understands
-  every thing I say, and would not disturb me for the world. Do not tell
-  Miss Mitford--but her Flush, (whom she brought to see me) is not to be
-  compared to mine! quite animal and dog--natural, and incapable of my
-  Flush’s hyper-cynical refinement.”
-
-“My Flush,” she writes elsewhere, “my Flush, who is a gentleman.”
-
-Our next glimpse of this well-bred favorite is due to Mr. Westwood,
-a friend and correspondent of the lady. “On one occasion,” he says,
-“she had expressed to me her regret at Flush’s growing plumpness, and
-I suppose I must have been cruel enough to suggest starvation as a
-remedy, for her next letter opens with an indignant protest:
-
-  “Starve Flush! Starve Flush! My dear Mr. Westwood, what are you
-  thinking of?... He is fat, certainly--but he has been fatter ... and
-  he may, therefore, become thinner. And then he does not eat after the
-  manner of dogs. I never saw a dog with such a lady-like appetite. To
-  eat two small biscuits in succession is generally more than he is
-  inclined to do. When he has meat it is only once a day, and it must
-  be so particularly well cut up and offered to him on a fork, and he
-  is so subtly discriminative as to differences between boiled mutton
-  and roast mutton, and roast chicken and boiled chicken, that often he
-  walks away in disdain, and will have none of it....
-
-  “My nearest approach to starving Flush is to give general instructions
-  to the servant who helps him to his dinner, ‘not to press him to eat.’
-  I know he ought not to be fat--I know it too well--and his father
-  being, according to Miss Mitford’s account, ‘square,’ at this moment,
-  there is an hereditary reason for fear. So he is not to be ‘pressed.’”
-
-Flush left England with his mistress after her marriage, and lived to
-a good old age in her Italian home. His doggish heart was never torn
-by seeing younger, more agile pets preferred to himself. Secure in the
-only affection he valued, he passed quietly out of life; and nothing
-now remains of his mortality save a lock of hair, which was treasured
-by Robert Browning.
-
-One word more of Miss Mitford. Her chief favorite was the greyhound
-Mossy, who died in 1819. She wrote an account of his death which no
-one ever saw until it was found, after her own death, sealed in an
-envelope, together with some of his hair. It repeats the well-known
-burden of the faithful lamenting the faithful: “No human being was ever
-so faithful, so gentle, so generous, and so fond. I shall never love
-anything half so well.”
-
-Robert Browning declared himself a partisan of cats and owls--tastes
-which have suggested different gifts from friends. An owl inkstand on
-his desk seemed to be brooding over the thoughts whisked out of it by
-Browning’s pen; an owl paper-weight steadied these same thoughts when
-transferred to paper. Stuffed owls, pictured owls, looked down upon him
-as he wrote. With regard to cats, who have much secret affinity with
-owls, his opinions were equally liberal, and he notes with the eye of
-an artist their wonderful grace and beauty.
-
-A friend of the Brownings in Florence, Miss Isa Blagden, had many pets
-of her own, charitably gathered from the ranks of the distressed. She
-is probably best known to American readers by her poem to Bushie, the
-favorite dog of Charlotte Cushman.
-
-[Illustration: BUSHIE, THE FAVORITE DOG OF CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN.]
-Sensitive, nervous and loving was Bushie, her greatest pleasure being
-the society of her mistress, her greatest grievance being left at
-home when the family went out riding. In this case Bushie’s grief was
-hysterical, and required careful soothing ere it abated.
-
-After giving, in her fourteen years of life, “the minimum of trouble
-and the maximum of pleasure,” Bushie died in Rome, in 1867, and was
-buried in the garden of Miss Cushman’s house. On the broken column
-which marked the spot were cut the words:
-
-BUSHIE, COMES FIDELLISSIMA.
-
-If further epitaph be needed, this verse from Miss Blagden’s poem will
-suffice:
-
-    “From all our lives some faith, some trust,
-      With thy dear life is o’er;
-    A lifelong love lies in thy dust:
-      Can human grave hide more?”
-
-Landor and his dogs made another well-known group in Florence. Of
-Landor, Lowell says that, “there was something of challenge even in the
-alertness of his pose, and the head was often thrown back like that of
-a boxer who awaits a blow.” This fine, defiant old head was often seen
-lovingly bent towards Parigi, Pomero, and Giallo--dogs of pedigree and
-sense, who cheered his solitude, or adorned his social hours.
-
-Pomero, a Pomeranian, with feathery white hair and bright eyes, lived
-in England with Landor, in the town of Bath. All knew him there, and
-saluted him, while he in return barked sociably to all. “Not for a
-million of money would I sell him,” cried Landor. “A million would not
-make me at all happier, and the loss of Pomero would make me miserable
-for life.”
-
-This loss nevertheless soon came. “Seven years,” wrote his master, “we
-lived together, in more than amity. He loved me to his heart--and what
-a heart it was! Mine beats audibly while I write about him.” Over his
-“blameless dust” was inscribed this epitaph, so tender and sweet in its
-Latin, that translation seems a wrong:
-
-    “O urna! nunquam sis tuo ernta portuls:
-    Cor intus est fidele, nam cor est canis.
-    Vale, portule! ætemumque, Pomero! vale.
-        Sed, sidatur, nostri memor.”
-
-Giallo, also a Pomeranian, was a gift from the sculptor Story. He
-became a great favorite with his master, who would often talk doggerel
-to please him, and maintained that he was the best critic in Italy.
-“Giallo and I think” so and so, he would often say; or, “I think so,
-and Giallo quite agrees.” That he was quite fit for heaven, was another
-belief with his master. Who knows? Perhaps he was!
-
-Victor Hugo’s happy family comprised both cats and dogs. There was
-Chougna, the watch-dog, and Sénat, the greyhound, whose collar bore the
-inscription: “I wish some one would take me home. Who is my master?
-Hugo. What’s my name? Sénat.” There were the Angora kittens, Gavroche
-I. and Gavroche II., and Mouche, the great black-and-white cat; the
-latter, according to an intimate friend, was “_silencieuse, défiante,
-ténébreuse, sinistre_--the cat of the prison, and of exile”--attributes
-confirmed by her portrait.
-
-[Illustration: MOUCHE, VICTOR HUGO’S CAT.]
-
-From sheer force of contrast, both Mouche and Hugo must have
-enjoyed--had they known him--General Muff, the stately and affable
-favorite of an American authoress (Miss Mary L. Booth). I called upon
-this lady one day to request of her an introduction to the General;
-but he took matters into his own paws, as it were, and introduced
-himself before she could appear. Exquisitely dignified and urbane, his
-composure was not ruffled by the very wildest gambols of a Persian
-kitten, who darted, glanced and flashed hither and thither in the room
-like flame.
-
-He wore the famous Fayal collar in which he was photographed. He wore
-it because of artistic preference, I suppose--certainly not because he
-had nothing else to wear; for I saw in his own particular wardrobe
-collars of all kinds and colors, from dainty ribbon to Russia leather.
-
-May it be long before Muff’s gracious personality requires an epitaph!
-but when that time comes, the following lines will apply to him as
-fitly as to the one for whom they were written--the poet Whittier’s
-cat, Bathsheba:
-
-    “Whereat
-    None said ‘Scat!’
-    Better cat
-    Never sat
-    On a mat,
-    Or caught a rat,
-    Than this cat.
-        Requiescat!”
-
-[Illustration: GENERAL MUFF, MISS MARY L. BOOTH’S CAT.]
-
-All who are familiar with the poem by Matthew Arnold, on Geist’s Grave,
-or another, on Kaiser, Dead, know the story, told as he alone could
-tell it, of this great author’s pets.
-
-The dachshund Geist lived four brief years, then “humbly laid” him
-“down to die.” Dearly loved, remembered always--often and often would
-his friends recall his “liquid, melancholy eye,” his wistful face at
-the window, the scuffle of his feet upon the stair, and his “small,
-black figure on the snow.” But “there is no photograph of poor little
-Geist,” says Mr. Arnold, “except one taken after his death, which gives
-pleasure to us, but could give it to no one else. There is, however,
-an excellent portrait of another dog of mine, Max, in a birthday book
-from my poems, but it is weighted by a very bad portrait of his master.”
-
-This was the Max of the poem, who “with downcast, reverent head” had
-looked upon “Kaiser, dead”--“Kaiser,” once the blithest, happiest of
-dogs, supposed at first to be pure dachshund, until at length with--
-
-    “The collie hair, the collie swing,
-    The tail’s indomitable ring,
-        The eye’s unrest--
-    The case was clear; a mongrel thing
-        ‘Kai’ stood confest.”
-
-All the same--
-
-    “Thine eye was bright, thy coat it shone;
-    Thou hadst thine errands off and on;
-    In joy thine last morn flew; anon,
-        A fit! All’s over;
-    And thou art gone where Geist hath gone,
-        And Toss and Rover.”
-
-It is the fashion of mortality to pass away--but that does not alter
-the sadness of it--of losing what we love. As surely as we have friends
-or pets, so surely shall we know the pain of loss--fortunate only
-if there has been between us such true love that the memory thereof
-abides. Such love there was between Mr. Edmund Yates and Nelly, the
-story of whose life he told me in the following letter of September,
-1887:
-
-“Your letter finds me mourning the loss of the one pet animal of my
-life. In the year 1878, having taken a country place, and being in want
-of an animal as companion, I went to the Dogs’ Home at Battersea,
-and on visiting the kennels, was at once struck with the piteous and
-earnest expression on the face of a female collie, looking up, with
-many others, through the wire netting; an expression which said, as
-plainly as possible, ‘Take me out of this, for Heaven’s sake, and
-I will be loving and true.’ I could learn nothing of her previous
-history, but I paid a sovereign for her, and took her away with me in a
-cab; and from that hour to the day of her death, just two months ago,
-Nelly, as I called her, was the light of my household, and won the
-admiration and love of all who saw her.
-
-[Illustration: NELLY, THE DOG OF EDMUND YATES.]
-
-“Under kind treatment she developed into a very handsome dog, never
-large, but wonderfully graceful, leaping and bounding like a deer.
-Her back was a reddish-brown, her chest and paws beautifully white;
-she looked bright and intelligent, and her eyes had a certain wistful
-expression, which is well reproduced in the accompanying photograph.
-She was not particularly clever. She seemed to say, like one of
-Tennyson’s heroines:
-
-“‘I cannot understand, I love.’
-
-“She was always with me, and in places which I frequent, she was
-thoroughly well-known; she lay opposite me in the carriage, on the deck
-of my steam-launch, with her nose up in the air, sniffing the fresh
-breeze to windward. (‘See the kind-eyed old collie; on the deck, in the
-sunshine, she loves to recline,’ sang my friend Ashby-Sterry of her in
-one of his pretty Lazy Minstrel Lays.)
-
-“She followed me in my long rides on horseback, over down and through
-wood, ranging far away on her own business, but ever and anon coming
-back to see how I was getting on. She lay at my feet in my library,
-and slept on a couch at the bottom of my bed. About eighteen months
-before her death, she developed signs of failing sight, and gradually
-grew totally blind. This blindness was the cause of an accident on
-which I do not care to dwell, but which necessitated her destruction;
-and on the twenty-seventh of July she passed away without a pang. She
-lies buried in the garden here, at the foot of a flag-staff, and on her
-prettily turfed grave is the following inscription:
-
-    HERE LIES
-    NELLY
-    A COLLIE DOG;
-    FOR NINE YEARS A MUCH LOVED FRIEND,
-    GENTLE, AFFECTIONATE, AND TRUE.
-    DIED JULY 27TH, 1887.
-    E. Y., L. K. Y., A. M. B., W. W.
-
-“This is the history of Nelly, whose memory is so dear to me that I
-will never have another pet.”
-
-_Vorbei! vorbei_--past and gone!--says Andersen in telling the
-fir-tree’s story. It is also _vorbei!_ with these pets--with Mouche and
-Dash and Kaiser, with Geist and Nelly and Flush.
-
-
-
-
-_IV._
-
-“_THE UPPER TEN._”
-
-
-
-
-IV.
-
-“THE UPPER TEN.”
-
-
-Biography is so genial nowadays, and full of easy gossip, that we
-cannot help wondering a little at her former stiffness. Nothing is
-below her notice now, but the personalia of earlier times slip into her
-pages more by accident than design. This, no doubt, is the reason why
-she referred so seldom or so briefly to the pet animals of royalty.
-There was a divinity in monarchs then, and she treated them with such
-ceremonious respect that if we had only her account to look to, we
-should know but little of their real selves.
-
-Fortunately for us, letters have been written in every age, and
-countless private journals. From these sources come the anecdotes, the
-jests, the bits of gossip which recall the past more vividly, and make
-these old rulers seem life-like even yet. In this way many a simple,
-natural trait has been preserved to relieve the court background of
-formality and grandeur; many a little incident is told that proves our
-common blood. Kings and queens loved and hoped, or grieved and feared,
-even as ourselves who wear no crowns; and while the soft afterglow of
-years falls on royalty surrounded by its pets, we realize anew how one
-touch of nature can make the whole world kin.
-
-About the beginning of the seventeenth century, there might have
-been seen in India at the magnificent court of Jehangir, a favorite
-of unusual intelligence and size, whose story has come down to us in
-memoirs written by the Emperor himself. It reads like a page from the
-Arabian Nights.
-
-“Among my brother’s elephants,” he says, “was one of which I could
-not but express the highest admiration, and to which I gave the name
-of Indraging (the elephant of India). It was of a size I never beheld
-before--such as to get upon his back required a ladder of fourteen
-steps. It was of a disposition so gentle and tractable that under the
-most furious incitements, if an infant then unwarily threw itself in
-its way, it would lay hold of it with its trunk, and place it out of
-danger with the utmost tenderness and care. The animal was at the same
-time of such unparalleled speed and activity that the fleetest horse
-was not able to keep up with it; and such was its courage that it would
-attack with perfect readiness a hundred of the fiercest of its kind.
-
-“Such in other respects, although it may appear in some degree tedious
-to dwell upon the subject, were the qualities of this noble and
-intelligent quadruped, that I assigned a band of music to attend upon
-it; and it was always preceded by a company of forty spearsmen. It had
-for its beverage every morning a Hindostany maun (twenty-eight pounds)
-of liquor; and every morning and evening there were boiled for its meal
-four mauns of rice, and two mauns of beef or mutton, with one maun of
-oil or clarified butter. From among all the others this same elephant
-was selected for my morning rides, and for this purpose there was
-always upon its back a howdah of solid gold. Four mauns of gold were
-moreover wrought into rings, chains, and other ornaments for its neck,
-breast and legs; and lastly, its body was painted all over every day
-with the dust of sandal-wood.”
-
-There is something quite captivating in the idea of all this oriental
-pomp enshrining the favorite of an emperor--in its careful tendance,
-its perfumes, jewels and musicians--the latter, in particular, being an
-attention as delicate as unusual.
-
-One would like to know its after-history--whether it survived so
-magnificent a patron, and whether, in that case, its splendor remained
-undiminished to the end. But the story of the Elephant of India stops
-with Jehangir.
-
-About the same time that this liberal-minded monarch ascended the
-throne of the East, there died in Genoa another imperial favorite--the
-hound Roldarno, which had belonged to Charles V., and was by him given
-to Andrea Doria. Such at least is the common version; but it is also
-stated that Roldarno belonged to a later Doria, and did not die until
-nine years after the old Admiral was in his grave. In either case, he
-was a notable dog, and received the final honor of interment at the
-foot of a statue of Jupiter--to the end “that Roldarno still might
-guard a king.” His life-size portrait may be seen in the Doria palace.
-
-This same Emperor had an almost feminine liking for birds and flowers;
-and he who would not lift a finger to keep his heretic subjects from
-the flames, once ordered his tent to be left standing in the camp,
-otherwise dismantled, simply because a swallow had nested in its folds.
-
-    “And it stood there all alone,
-      Loosely flapping, torn and tattered,
-    Till the brood was fledged and flown,
-    Singing o’er those walls of stone
-      That the cannon-shot had shattered.”
-
-In the last years of his life at Yuste, he made great pets of a cat and
-parrot. After his death, they were transferred to his daughter, the
-Princess Juana, who with true Spanish courtesy, dispatched a litter
-for them in charge of a faithful servant. In due time they reached
-Valladolid, well and happy, having traveled together a number of days
-without one single recorded peck or scratch.
-
-Charles’s contemporary, William of Orange, liked dogs--and with
-reason--for he owed his life to a pet spaniel. It roused him from sleep
-just in time to escape by one door as the enemy entered the other.
-
-[Illustration: FREDERICK THE GREAT AND HIS SISTER WILHELMINA.
-
-(_From the painting by Antoine Pesne._)]
-
-Either this dog, or another of the same race, after William was
-murdered, detected the assassin beneath a pile of rubbish. Having done
-this act of justice, he refused food, and died upon the corpse of
-his master. William’s monument at the Hague represents him in armor,
-reclining under a marble canopy, with the faithful dog at his feet.
-Bunsen says that as he looked at it he could not help hoping the two
-friends were buried together. Why not?
-
-A monarch who not only liked dogs, but much preferred them to men, was
-Frederick the Great of Prussia. His grim father, who curtailed all
-the son’s amusements, his freedom, friendships, and food, was probably
-unaware of his fondness for animals, or he would have curtailed them
-also. The moment Frederick became his own master, a crowd of Italian
-greyhounds began to caper at his side across the historic stage. He was
-never without a half dozen at the least to divert his leisure moments.
-When they were not at their sport, they occupied the blue satin
-chairs and couches in his room. Leather balls were supplied for their
-amusement, but in spite of this precaution they kept the furniture
-ragged.
-
-“How can I help it?” said the king; “if I should get the chairs mended
-to-day, they would be as badly torn to-morrow; so it is best to bear
-with the inconvenience.”
-
-He was found one day upon the floor with a platter of fried meat, from
-which he was feeding his dogs. He kept order among them by means of
-a little stick--now driving back an over-greedy applicant, and now
-shoving a choice morsel towards some special favorite.
-
-He was apt to dislike any one whom they disliked, and to favor those
-they favored. If his pets were ill, he sought medical advice, and
-nothing more enraged him than to find--as he several times did--that
-the physicians considered it beneath their dignity to prescribe for an
-animal.
-
-The best beloved, the Joseph among his dogs, was Biche. The story
-goes that when reconnoitering one day during the campaign of 1745, he
-was pursued by the enemy, and concealed himself under a bridge, with
-Biche in his arms. Discovery was imminent--the least whine or snuffle
-would have betrayed them; but the nervous little creature crouched
-motionless, almost breathless, and the pair escaped.
-
-It was this dog, which along with the king’s baggage, was captured at
-Sohar, and at whose return he wept with joy. An elaborate monument at
-Sans Souci commemorates its virtues. All his dogs lie buried there,
-at either end of the terrace, under flat stones inscribed with their
-names. Frederick wished to be buried with them, but his successor was
-unwilling, and interred the great king with his ancestors. In his last
-illness he would sit for hours together on the sunshiny terrace--averse
-as ever to the society of his kind, but always with a chair at his side
-for a dog, and a feeble hand ready to pat its head. A few hours before
-he died, he bade the attendant throw an extra quilt--not over his own
-chill form--but over a shivering greyhound at his feet! What a tragic
-contrast to the joyous little drummer shown in the painting by Pesne.
-
-No less fond of dogs than Frederick, is Prince Bismarck to-day. It
-is his ardent wish that they too may live on in another world, so
-that death need not separate us from them. One noble hound twice
-saved his life, and--trustiest of confidants--accompanied him to the
-conference between the Emperors of Germany and Austria--behaving there
-with a diplomatic courtesy and reserve that would have done credit to
-Metternich.
-
-Sultel, or Sultan, a remarkably intelligent animal, was poisoned in
-1877, at his master’s country-seat. He died, after some hours of
-intense suffering, throughout which Bismarck watched by his side. He
-has been long and deeply mourned. The princess offered a life pension
-to any one who would point out the assassin--but in vain; the wretch is
-still undetected.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCE BISMARCK AND HIS DOGS.
-
-(_From life photograph._)]
-
-It is said that Prince Bismarck feeds his dogs himself, and (whisper
-it low!) that he actually feeds them at table! No unpleasant “Off
-with you!” reminds his four-footed friends that they are not as men
-and brothers, and hence, as diners-out. Admitted to an honorable
-intimacy, the companions of their master’s walks and meals, the
-habitués of his study--they live with him on terms of mutual respect,
-and show by their stately bearing how truly they are dogs of
-distinction.
-
-Statesmen are very apt to make friends of animals, for they realize
-that no intimates are so safe as those who cannot betray them--who
-understand, but never repeat. Daniel Webster had his favorite horses,
-and Randolph of Roanoke his dogs, who traveled with him wherever he
-went, and were served at table with clean plates, choice beefsteaks
-and new milk--anything less excellent than the best being, in their
-master’s opinion, unworthy of himself and them. Henry Fawcett had
-Oddo, who was promoted from the post of house-dog to be his companion,
-and Lord Eldon had the inimitable Pincher. The latter reached a good
-old age, contrary to all expectations, since in the matter of diet
-he lived “not wisely but too well.” In the character of a sitter he
-made acquaintance with Sir Edwin Landseer, who pronounced him “a very
-picturesque old dog, with a great look of cleverness in his face.” He
-figured with his master in several other portraits and drawings, was a
-faithful, amusing little friend, and as such was remembered by name in
-Lord Eldon’s will. When he died, in 1840, he was buried in a peaceful
-garden, where, to this day, his tombstone may be seen.
-
-Among the powers that were, who had their pets, Peter the Great must be
-included--the Czar whose evil-tempered monkey was a terror to all the
-attendants at court, obliged as they were to endure without resenting
-its malice. A much more agreeable favorite was Lisette, an Italian
-greyhound presented to Peter by the Sultan. Once she saved a life, and
-her Victoria Cross is the record in history of this achievement. A poor
-fellow had been condemned, for some small error, to the knout. All
-intercession had failed, and the hour of execution was at hand, when
-his friends bethought them of fastening a petition to Lisette’s collar
-and sending her with it to the Czar. This was done, and what he had
-refused to his loyal subjects he granted to little Lisette. Not without
-reason is the skeleton of this timely advocate still preserved in the
-city where she lived!
-
-The Norman kings of England were for the most part sturdy soldiers,
-with a passion for the chase in their leisure hours. Very naturally,
-therefore, such pets as they possessed came under the head of knightly
-belongings, and were either horse and hound or hawk. In truth, they
-were too stern a race to spend much time in endearments of any kind.
-We can hardly imagine them tending a “fringie-pawe,” or toying with
-“spaniels gentle.” The aristocratic greyhound was their favorite
-instead, and they spared no pains to develop its peculiar excellencies.
-Old Wynken de Worde tells us in a rather bald rhyme, that the
-thorough-bred greyhound should be:
-
-    Headed lyke a snake,
-    Neckyed lyke a drake,
-    Footyed lyke a catte,
-    Taylled lyke a ratte,
-    Syded lyke a teme
-    And chyned lyke a beme;--
-
-while another rough-edged rhyme bears witness to the fact that dogs as
-well as ancestors came over with the Conqueror. Thus it runs:
-
-    William de Conigsby
-    Came out of Brittany,
-    With his wyfe Tiffany,
-    And his maide Manfas,
-    And his dogge Hardigras.
-
-Richard Cœur de Lion was called an excellent judge of a hound, a
-characteristic remembered by Scott in his novel of “The Talisman”; but
-a life of crusading left him small leisure for canine friendships. His
-brother John is thought to have given the famous Gellert to Llewellyn,
-but this is far from certain. Perhaps, as modern authorities seem to
-think, the pathetic story of this hound is only a myth, but in any case
-it is too well-known for repetition, and we pass on to the hound of
-Richard II.
-
-  “It was informed me,” says Froissart, “that Kynge Richard had a
-  grayhounde, who always wayted upon the kynge, and wolde knowe no man
-  els. For whensoever the kynge did ryde, he that kept the grayhounde
-  dyd lette hym lose, and he wolde streyght runne to the kynge, and faun
-  uppon hym, and lepe with his fore-fete uppon the kynge’s shoulders.
-  And as the kynge and the Erle of Derby talked togyder in the courte,
-  the grayhounde, who was wonte to leape uppon the kynge, left the
-  kynge, and came to the Erle of Derby, Duke of Lancastre, and made hym
-  the same friendly countenance and chere he was wonte to do to the
-  kynge. The Duke, who knew not the grayhounde demanded of the kynge
-  what the grayhounde wolde do; ‘Cosin,’ quod the kynge, ‘it is a greate
-  goode token to you and an evyl sygne to me.’ ‘Sir, how know ye that?’
-  quod the Duke. ‘I know it well,’ quod the kynge; ‘the grayhounde
-  maketh you chere this day as king of Englaunde, as ye shal be, and
-  I shal be deposed. The grayhounde hath this knowledge naturally,
-  therefore take hym to you: he will followe you and forsake me.’ The
-  Duke understood well these words, and cheryshed the grayhounde, who
-  wolde never after followe Kynge Richard, but followed the Duke of
-  Lancastre.”
-
-Such is the tragic legend whose embroidery does not hide the underlying
-fact. It is easy to see that, with crown, and queen, and life itself in
-the balance, the king had yet another pang to endure, when his own dear
-hound turned from him, and fawned upon his rival.
-
-Of the hapless princes who were murdered in the tower, little is known.
-There is a picture of them, however, painted long years afterward by
-Paul Delaroche, which everybody knows. Seated on the antique bed, they
-have been looking together at a book, when, all at once, speech and
-motion are arrested by the sound of a stealthy step, or it may be a
-whisper in the passage outside their room. With tense gaze and bated
-breath they listen; meanwhile, their little spaniel peers around the
-corner of the bed, in an attitude of keen attention. Like his masters,
-he is aware of danger, if indeed he was not the first to detect it. And
-thus united by a common fear, the three remain--a tragic, listening
-group--immortal forever on the painter’s canvas.
-
-[Illustration: QUEEN ELIZABETH IN HER PEACOCK GOWN.
-
-(_From the painting by Zucchero, at Hampton Court._)]
-
-Several English kings kept a menagerie, Henry I. having formed one at
-Woodstock, and Henry III. at the Tower, while their successors kept
-up and amplified the collections already formed. In this connection
-an unpleasant story is told of Henry VII., a story that proves him no
-lover of the canine race. It seems that a lion from the royal menagerie
-was baited one day for the king’s amusement, its opponents being four
-noble English mastiffs. The struggle was long and severe, but in the
-end the mastiffs conquered. Then Henry, who feigned to believe that
-the lion was lawful king over other beasts, caused the four luckless
-victors to be hung, as traitors to their lord. In this way he pointed
-a moral for the use of his turbulent nobles.
-
-A pleasanter story concerns his parrot. It fell from a window in
-Westminster Palace into the Thames. “A boat! twenty pounds for a boat!”
-screamed Polly at this dreadful crisis; and twenty pounds the king
-actually paid to the waterman who restored his pet. This was doing
-pretty well for a parsimonious king.
-
-[Illustration: MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, AT THE AGE OF TEN.
-
-(_From the painting in Lord Napier’s collection._)]
-
-Baitings, whether of bull, bear, or lion, were greatly in vogue during
-his reign. Henry VIII. also enjoyed them, but preferred the chase,
-and his account-books are full of items referring to hawk and hound.
-Spaniels, mastiffs, greyhounds; their muzzles, collars and chains;
-their keeper’s salary; the cost of their transportation in accompanying
-the king from place to place--all these items help to swell the bill
-of His Majesty’s personal expenses. Occasionally, too, they get into
-mischief, killing some poor fellow’s sheep or cow, a loss invariably
-paid for, and as duly chronicled in the account-book. Dogs are often
-given to the king, who of course does not fail to reward the donor.
-One man presents him with a mastiff that has been taught to fetch and
-carry, and gets twenty shillings for his gift. Another time four
-shillings, eight pence are paid “to one that made the dogges draw
-water.” A poor woman gets “four shillings, eight pence in rewarde for
-bringinge of Cutte, the kynge’s dog.” He had been lost at least once
-before, as is proved by an entry of ten shillings “for bringing back
-Cutte, the kynges spanyell.” Other five shillings went for restoring
-“Ball, that was lost in the forreste of Walltham.”
-
-From this and similar evidence we may infer that the dogs of yesterday
-comported themselves very much like the dogs of to-day; that they
-learned tricks, and were skilled in field-sports; that occasionally
-they poached; that they were lost, and again found--after the
-time-honored fashion of dogs.
-
-[Illustration: LADY MARGARET LENOX, MOTHER Of LORD DARNLEY.
-
-(_In the Hampton Court Collection.--From a rare print._)]
-
-About this time, there seems to have been a growing attachment on the
-part of the court ladies to “lytel dogges” as pets. When Catherine
-of Aragon was queen, each maid of honor to Her Majesty was allowed
-one maid, and _a spaniel_. Anne Boleyn followed the example of her
-predecessor--at least where dogs were concerned. The tell-tale
-account-books name several of her favorites, but refer most often to a
-greyhound, Urian, which, owing to an unruly disposition, was often in
-trouble. Once it killed a cow, but Henry recompensed the cow’s owner
-by a present of ten shillings.
-
-This was in Anne’s day of prosperity, when she and hers could do no
-wrong in the king’s sight. A few years later, when the son she had
-hoped for was born dead, and Henry’s dislike was apparent to all; when
-ill, sad and apprehensive, we see her once more with her dogs. The king
-is away, taking his pleasure, and she mopes alone at Greenwich Palace.
-Here, in what was called the Quadrangle Court, we are told that she
-“would sit for hours in silence and abstraction, or seeking a joyless
-pastime playing with her little dogs, and setting them to fight each
-other.”
-
-A few weeks more, and the curtain fell on poor Anne with her
-short-lived royalty; erelong, too, on Henry himself, his sickly son,
-and unhappy daughter Mary; and now, amidst general rejoicing, Elizabeth
-mounted the throne. This remarkable queen, in whose character blended
-some very masculine traits with others equally feminine, revealed her
-twofold nature in amusements as well as in more serious affairs. She
-was fond of singing-birds, of apes, and little dogs; but much fonder of
-the chase and bear or lion baitings. Her greatest pet was the famous
-wardrobe which at her death numbered three thousand dresses, and of
-which a queer specimen is shown in a painting by Zucchero at Hampton
-Court. He has depicted her in a loose short robe, figured with birds
-and flowers, and wearing an Oriental cap. Her expression is decidedly
-ill-tempered, and rather vain. One cannot help congratulating her many
-suitors on their lack of success.
-
-As in dress, so in other things--Elizabeth liked to be thought
-original; and her fancy for the tiny hunting-dogs called beagles, made
-them the fashion during her reign. It is to this whim that Dryden’s
-lines refer:
-
-    “The graceful goddess was array’d in green--
-    About her feet were little beagles seen
-    That watched with upward eye the
-            Motions of their queen.”
-
-But it is not until the time of the Stuarts that we find something like
-the modern feeling for pets--a feeling based on genuine kindly regard
-for the animal race. Some of them carried it to excess, no doubt, but
-still it is a trait that adds to our liking for these luckless kings--a
-pleasant feature in the story of lives that were continually passing
-from mirth to tears, from poetry to prose, and from a throne to the
-cushionless seat of a Pretender. There is no sadder lesson in history
-than this of the Stuart kings, who began with so much, and ended with
-nothing. They had beauty, talent, high estate, devoted friends, and
-good intentions; yet somehow, what they touched did not prosper, their
-good gifts did not avail them.
-
-[Illustration: CHILDREN OF CHARLES I., WITH SPANIELS.
-
-(_From a painting by Vandyke._)]
-
-Beneficent fairies were present at their birth, and brought priceless
-gifts; but all was counteracted by one fatal oversight, since the
-malevolent fairy, uninvited, came only to punish the slight.
-
-[Illustration: CHILDREN OF CHARLES I.; PRINCE CHARLES AND HIS MASTIFF.
-
-(_From a painting by Vandyke._)]
-
-    “What boots it thy virtue?
-      What profit thy parts?
-    If one thing thou lackest--
-      The art of all arts?”
-
-Something--whatever it might be--they assuredly lacked, and atoned for
-the lack by their misfortunes. Meanwhile they enjoyed life, and in many
-ways made it pleasant, exhibiting wit, ready courtesy, and a good-will
-that, as before said, extended to both animals and men.
-
-James I., like his Tudor predecessors, was extremely fond of the chase.
-Contemporary writers give queer accounts of his awkward, headlong
-riding, and disgusting eagerness for the trophy. “The King of England,”
-says one, “is merciful except in hunting, where he appears cruel. When
-he finds himself unable to take the beast, he frets and storms, and
-cries ‘God is angry with me, but I will have him for all that!’”
-
-Dogs were a prominent feature in the royal establishment, and one hound
-named Jewel, Jowel, or Jowler, is often mentioned. Almost his first
-appearance in history is in the character of a petitioner. Royal visits
-in these earlier days were luxuries expensive to the host, however
-welcome. Letters yet exist that prove how much they were dreaded.
-Elizabeth bestowed many such marks of honor on her subjects, and no
-matter how great the inconvenience, her involuntary entertainers dared
-not hint it. That a hint on the matter was once given to James, may be
-taken as a proof of his good nature.
-
-He had gone with his retinue to Royston, where, erelong, the presence
-of so many guests made a deep hole in their host’s larder and purse.
-Therefore--but this part of the story is best told in a letter written
-at the time by Edmund Lascelles, a groom of the Privy Chamber.
-
-He says: “One day, one of the king’s special hounds, called Jowler, was
-missing. The king was much displeased at his absence; he went hunting
-notwithstanding. The next day, when they went to the field, Jowler came
-in among the rest of the hounds; the king was told, and was glad of
-his return, but, looking on him, spied a paper about his neck. On this
-paper was written. ‘Good Mr. Jowler, we pray you speak to the king (for
-he hears you every day, and so he doth not us), that it will please His
-Majesty to go back to London, for else the country will be undone; all
-our provision is spent, and we are unable to entertain him longer.’”
-
-This plain hint was not taken amiss--in fact, it was not taken at all;
-and His Majesty staid on at Royston until it quite suited him to leave,
-which was not until some days later.
-
-Poor Jewel’s end was untimely. The court was at Theobalds, and Queen
-Anne, who liked hunting as well as James, went out to shoot deer.
-“She mistook her mark,” writes Sir Dudley Carleton, “and killed
-Jewel, the king’s most principall and special hound, at which he
-stormed exceedingly a while; but after he learned who did it, was soon
-pacified; and, with much kindness, wished her not to be troubled with
-it, for he should love her never the worse; and the next day he sent
-her a diamond worth two thousand pounds, as a legacy from his dead dog.”
-
-How vividly the scene rises before us--the richly dressed huntress
-and courtiers, the too confident aim, the brief suspense then the
-horror-struck certainty that no deer, but a hound is the victim--even
-Jewel, “most speciall” to the king! And then, it may be, an embassy
-was sent to break the news; and we can imagine how cautiously it was
-done. But still, there follows a bad half-hour, for the king raves and
-storms, until at last the embassador ventures to say, “The queen is
-full of grief at her mischance.”
-
-“The queen, ye rogues!” he shouts, “was it her mischance? Why not have
-said so before?”
-
-The storm is over, and kind-hearted James hurries off to comfort his
-wife.
-
-[Illustration: JAMES STUART, DUKE OF RICHMOND, SON OF ESME STUART.
-
-(_From a painting by Vandyke._)]
-
-He does not appear in so amiable a light on all occasions, and often
-tried the patience of his friends by asking for such of their dogs or
-hawks as happened to particularly please him. A royal request was in
-the nature of a command, and our former kings were not very nice in the
-matter. It was assumed as a matter of course that people would be only
-too happy to gratify their wishes; so they asked for what they wanted,
-and rarely failed to get it.
-
-Besides this indirect levy, King James was at considerable pains to
-import valuable hawks and hunting-dogs. There is extant a letter of his
-to the Earl of Mar, asking him to send for three or four couples of
-Earth-Dogs, as terriers were then called.
-
-“Have a special care,” he urged, “that the oldest of them be not
-passing three years of age;” and again, “Send them not all in one ship,
-but some in one ship, some in another, lest the ship should miscarry.”
-
-It was customary in these days, when the king visited a school or
-university, for some of the students to hold a disputation in his
-presence, that he might see their facility in logic, and that they
-might do credit to their college. Well, King James once visited
-Cambridge, and the Philosophy Act, as it was called, was kept before
-him. The subject to be disputed was, “whether dogs were capable of
-syllogisms.” Gravely was it argued, gravely did King James listen
-(perhaps with a memory of Jowler) and great was the applause when young
-Matthew Wren maintained that just as the king was mightier and wiser
-than other men, so also, by virtue of their prerogative, were the
-king’s dogs more gifted, and more capable than other dogs, even in the
-matter of syllogisms. The royal listener was wonderfully pleased with
-this bit of logic; and we may add that the logician rose high in his
-favor, becoming eventually Bishop Wren.
-
-The children of James and Anne inherited their love of animals, if
-indeed they did not derive it from a source more remote. We know that
-their unfortunate grandmother, Mary Stuart, had pets: and no more
-piteous tale has ever been told than that of the little creature who
-staid with her on the scaffold. It was a long-haired Skye terrier,
-Bébé by name. When she knelt at the block, he lay concealed in the
-folds of her dress; but after the fatal stroke, while the executioners
-were despoiling the body, he crept out, and placed himself between the
-severed trunk and head. There he was found by Jane Kennedy, and there
-he clung, wet with his mistress’s blood, until removed by force. Who
-can measure the agony of that faithful little heart, when, all in a
-moment, its world of affection had shrunk to a lump of irresponsive
-clay! One would fain know of Bébé--whether, as some say, he died of
-grief, or, as others maintain, lived several years, well cared for by
-a noble lady. And where, when death came, was he buried? Fidelity like
-his deserves a memorial, and doubtless had it at the time, although
-history is silent on the point. And after all, it does not matter, for
-we do not forget him.
-
-One of the most charming figures in this connection, is the Princess
-Elizabeth, daughter of James I. As is usually the case with royal
-children, she was educated apart from her parents. They sent her with
-six little companions to Combe Abbey, to be under the charge of Lord
-and Lady Harrington. Through the park of this pleasant country-seat,
-flowed a river, and in the river was a tiny island which they gave
-to the princess for her very own. A house was built upon it for the
-manager of the small farm, and the farm itself was stocked with cattle,
-equally diminutive. An aviary was also given her, netted over with
-gilt wire, and filled with birds of gay plumage or musical throats.
-Furthermore, there was a garden, in which grew flowers for pleasure,
-and herbs “for ye animalls’ helth.” It was as nearly a child’s paradise
-as anything can be; and I fancy that many a time the discrowned Queen
-of Bohemia looked back with longing to the “Fairy Farm” of her youth.
-
-Lord Harrington’s account-books are often and amusingly enlivened by
-such items as: so much “to shearing her Hieness’ great rough dog;” to
-making cages for her birds, or, to supplying cotton for her monkey’s
-bed, etc. A further evidence of her tastes is the childish portrait
-preserved at Combe Abbey, which represents her surrounded by her pets.
-And many another proof is given, her whole life through, in the
-presents of animals her friends sent her, in her own pleasant mention
-of her pets, and in her correspondence. Here, for instance, is an
-amusing note, dated 1618:
-
-  “To Sir Dudley Carleton, from the fair hands of Mrs. Elizabeth Ashley,
-  chief gouvernante to all the monkeys and dogs. The monkeys you sent
-  came hither very well, and are now grown so proud that they will come
-  to nobody but her Highness, who hath them in her bed every morning,
-  and the little prince. He is so fond of them that he says he desires
-  nothing but such monkeys of his own.”
-
-All of Elizabeth’s children inherited her fondness for pets, but most
-of all, Prince Rupert, whose devotion to Boy became a by-word among the
-Roundheads.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCESS ELIZABETH, ELDEST DAUGHTER OF JAMES I., AND HER
-PETS.
-
-(_Sketch from painting._)]
-
-As a child Charles I. liked animals, but little is said of his
-favorites, after he became king. The times were too serious, a
-revolution was seething, and writers were busy with larger themes.
-Still, a few anecdotes have reached us. “Methinks,” says Sir Philip
-Warwick, “because it shows his dislike of a common court vice, it is
-not unworthy the relating of him, that one evening his dog scratching
-at the door, he commanded me to let in Gipsy; whereupon I took the
-boldness to say, ‘Sir, I perceive you love a grayhounde better than you
-do a spanell.’ ‘Yes,’ says he, ‘for they equally love their masters,
-and yet do not flatter them so much.’”
-
-Not long before his execution, Charles bade farewell to his dogs and
-had them sent to the queen, lest their presence might distract him
-from more solemn thoughts. Of this queen, Henrietta Maria, a charming
-story is told, which, though it says little for her prudence, bears
-ample witness to her affectionate heart. On her return from Holland,
-she landed at Burlington, and staid there over night. Before daybreak
-the Parliamentary forces were at hand, and she with her ladies fled
-in haste. They had not gone very far when she noticed that Mitte, her
-lap-dog, had been left behind. Madame de Motteville calls it “an ugly
-old dog,” but adds that the queen was extremely fond of it. So it would
-seem, for heedless of remonstrance, back she rushed, caught up Mitte,
-who was still dozing on her bed, and once more sped away--in safety.
-
-It may be added that there was formerly, in Holyrood Palace, a painting
-of Charles and Henrietta, surrounded by their dogs. Prominent among
-these is a white Shock, which some think to be the identical Mitte of
-Burlington fame.
-
-Of the little dogs petted in former reigns, numerous specimens may be
-seen in pictures and engravings. A rare print of Lady Margaret Lenox,
-the mother of Darnley, shows one of them playing at her feet, with a
-dapper air that contrasts amusingly with her dignified appearance.
-
-It was reserved for Charles II. to bring the “Comforter” cult to its
-highest development, and win thereby much sarcastic notice from the
-writers of the time. Old Dr. Carns, who lived in Elizabeth’s reign, was
-particularly severe on this folly, but he could not have dreamed to
-what lengths it would reach a few years later. We might, with a little
-change of spelling, apply his words directly to the pug and terrier
-craze of fashionable ladies to-day. Speaking of the “spaniells gentle,
-or comforters,” he says:
-
-“These dogges are little, pretty, proper, and fyne, and sought for to
-satisfie the delicateness of daintie dames, instrumentes of folly for
-them to play and dally withal, to tryfle away the treasure of time, to
-withdraw their mindes from more commendable exercises.”
-
-Sarcasm and good advice alike were wasted. Where a king set the
-fashion, fine gentlemen and ladies delighted to follow, and lap-dogs
-became as necessary to their equipment as lace ruffles or brocades.
-Charles II. and his brother, James II., always liked dogs; and some
-fine canvases by Vandyke remain, in which the royal children are
-grouped with their four-footed friends. In one painting, Prince Charles
-is the central figure; one hand hangs idly at his side; the other
-rests on the head of a huge mastiff, near which frisks a tiny spaniel.
-The same spaniel probably, and another that might be its twin, act as
-“supporters” in a second painting to the three oldest children.
-
-When, after many vicissitudes, Charles finally reached the throne,
-his devotion to pets was more marked than ever, and he gave them a
-good deal of attention that by rights belonged elsewhere. Under date
-of September 4, 1667, Repys notes in his Diary that he “went by coach
-to Whitehall, to the Council Chamber. All I observed there is the
-silliness of the king’s playing with his dog all the while, and not
-minding the business.”
-
-As a matter of course, contemporary wits and playwrights are not
-silent, and have many a squib too at this foible of Charles:
-
-    “His dogs would sit at Council Board,
-      Like judges in their furs;
-    We question much which had most sense,--
-      The Master, or the Curs.”
-
-[Illustration: PRINCESS MARY, DAUGHTER OF CHARLES I.
-
-(_From etching by Modgin of painting by Sir Peter Lely, in the Hampton
-Court Collection._)]
-
-John Evelyn, another diarist, speaks with some disgust of the lengths
-to which Charles’ affection for his pets led him. The king would have
-them always about him, and allowed them to consider his bedroom and
-study their kennels.
-
-That dogs were lost and stolen with modern frequency, that rewards were
-offered for their return, is shown by notices like the following:
-
-“Lost out of the Mews, on the 6th of the present month (March, 1667)
-a little brindled greyhound belonging to His Majesty; if any one has
-taken her up, they are desired to bring her to the Porter’s Gate at
-Whitehall, and they shall have a very good content for their pains.”
-
-The king might often be seen when the weather was fine, sauntering
-along in St. James Park, his dogs beside him; and stopping every
-now and then to feed the ducks in the water. It is a pleasant
-picture--one we like to remember, and more creditable to Charles than
-most other scenes in his life. Such as we see him here, good-natured,
-kind-hearted, self-indulgent, just so he passed from the scene of the
-world. He had enjoyed the last gleam of prosperity that was to fall on
-the Stuart race. Their good fortune died with him, and with him, too,
-passed the golden age of the “Comforter.”
-
-With William of Orange came in pugs; and for a long time their odd
-ugly faces might be seen in all establishments of rank. Garnished with
-orange ribbons, in compliment to the king, they were known as Dutch
-pugs, and commanded high prices in the market.
-
-The Georges divided their royal favor impartially between spaniels,
-terriers and pugs. The Princess Charlotte, a sister of George III.,
-was particularly fond of terriers, and had herself painted with a
-long-haired darling of the species in her arms. The Duchess of York
-(wife to a son of George III.) was such a lover of dogs as to have
-forty at one time, of different varieties. All her favorites were
-buried at Oatlands, where even yet some sixty or more tombstones may be
-seen. The Duchess herself wrote most of their epitaphs, of which the
-following may serve as a specimen:
-
-    “Pepper, near this silent grotto,
-      Thy fair virtues lie confest;
-    Fidelity thy constant motto,--
-      Warmth of friendship speaks the test.”
-
-[Illustration: CHARLES II. AND PET SPANIEL, AT DAWNEY COURT, BUCKS,
-SEAT OF THE DUCHESS OF CLEVELAND.
-
-(_From old and rare print._)]
-
-Little Princess Amelia, the darling of all who knew her, petted every
-thing that came in her reach--her family, her servants, her horses,
-kittens, dogs and birds. One painting represents her as a chubby,
-winsome baby, playing with a King Charles; another shows her as a merry
-little girl with her pet bird. When she had grown up into a young
-lady, her sister Augusta gave her a bird which she greatly prized. Two
-days after her death it was brought by an attendant to the donor. The
-Princess Amelia had so ordered it, she said, requesting only that it
-should not be returned the day of her death, nor yet the day after,
-lest its presence might affect her sister too deeply in those first
-hours of sorrow.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCESS AMELIA AND HER DOG.
-
-(_From painting by Hoppner, in St. John’s Palace._)]
-
-Both Victoria and Prince Albert had many favorites, which in being
-painted by Landseer have established a claim to immortality. The artist
-Leslie tells a pretty story of the young queen on her coronation day.
-The ceremony took an unconscionable time, and when she returned from
-it, she heard her pet spaniel barking wildly in the room where he was
-shut up. “Oh! there is Dash,” she cried, and hastened to lay off her
-splendid robes so that she might give him his long-deferred bath. There
-is a burial-place on the terrace at Windsor, as at Sans-Souci, and in
-one sunny corner rest the bones of this early favorite.
-
-Eos and Cairnach, Prince Albert’s dogs, were painted together by
-Landseer, and form a most dignified, graceful group. Islay, one of the
-Queen’s terriers, was painted with a mackaw and several love-birds,
-which reveals another trait of his royal mistress. She is very fond
-of birds, and in the fowl-house, in the Home Park, are preserved the
-bodies of various feathered pets who have paid their last debt to
-nature. The most celebrated is a dove, which many years ago, when she
-visited Ireland with Prince Albert, was thrown into her carriage--a
-living message of good will. She cherished it to the end of its life;
-and its descendants still flutter around the towers of Windsor.
-
-Her stables, too, contain favorites. Prince Albert’s horse survived, an
-honored inmate, until quite lately; and the cream-colored Herrenhausen
-horses dream their lives away here in luxurious ease, being used by Her
-Majesty only on state occasions.
-
-“A favorite at Marlborough House” indicates clearly one taste at least
-of the exquisite princess who rouses so much enthusiasm in English
-hearts; and emphasizes a little speech she made at a meeting of the
-Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. “If,” said she, “I have
-saved even one cat from misery, I shall feel that I have done some good
-in the world.”
-
-If the cats at Windsor and Marlborough House have anything to
-complain of, it can only be over-indulgence. The bill for their silk
-throat-ribbons and silver bells is a large one, even at the most
-moderate estimate; they have their own special cushions and attendants;
-they often go out riding with their royal mistresses, and when the
-latter leave one palace for another, _Messieurs et Mesdames Les Chats_
-travel with them, in such state and comfort as befit the possessions of
-royalty.
-
-But now let us turn from England to France, and glance at a few pets
-there. A pleasant memory remains of Louis XIII.--his intercession, when
-a child, for the poor cats that were to be burned as witches on St.
-John’s Day. It availed not only for those particular cats, but for all
-their race henceforth in France.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCESS AUGUSTA, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE III.
-
-PRINCESS AMELIA, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE III.
-
-(_By permission of Messrs. Macmillan & Co._)]
-
-One of his predecessors, Henry III., used to carry a daintily-lined
-basket suspended from his neck by a silken cord. As he languidly
-talked with his guests or courtiers, he would at intervals, with
-hands delicate as a woman’s, sparkling with rings, caress the tiny,
-long-haired dogs which occupied the basket.
-
-[Illustration: A FAVORITE AT MARLBOROUGH HOUSE.]
-
-Louis XIV. petted himself more than any living creature; yet he had
-some sympathy to spare for his numerous dogs; he even had their
-portraits painted, at a considerable cost; and he also, presumably, had
-a favorite cat--if the story in Swift’s Memoirs is one to be relied
-upon. This story is to the effect that during the reign of Queen Anne,
-a Miss Nelly Bennet, a young lady who took prestige as a great beauty,
-visited the French court.
-
-She traveled in the care of witty Dr. Arbuthnot, who in a letter to
-the Dean, describes the outbursts of admiration that greeted his fair
-charge.
-
-“She had great honours done her,” he remarks, then adds, “and the
-hussar himself was ordered to bring her the king’s cat to kiss.”
-
-When this important bit of news came to be reported in England, a wit,
-now unknown, wrote a poem on the event, describing how--
-
-    “... When as Nelly came to France
-      (Invited by her cousins),
-    Across the Tuileries each glance
-      Killed Frenchmen by whole dozens.
-    The king, as he at dinner sat,
-      Did beckon to his hussar,
-    And bid him bring his tabby-cat
-      For charming Nell to buss her.”
-
-Louis XVI. had a favorite spaniel, playful and intelligent, like
-all its race. It accompanied him to the prison which he was only
-to exchange for the scaffold, and was bequeathed by him as a last
-remembrance to his daughter. Through four years of imprisonment it
-was her only friend and companion, and when upon her release “Madame
-Royale” went to her relatives in Austria, it was not left behind.
-But when, in 1801, the royal exiles were in Warsaw, the poor little
-favorite fell from a balcony in the Poniatowsky Palace, and was
-instantly killed.
-
-The first Napoleon cared little for any animal--except his war-horses.
-Cats, indeed, he detested; and of Fortune (a pet dog of the Empress
-Josephine) he was always jealous, and could not bear to see his wife
-caress it. But age, they say, brings wisdom; and in his case, it
-certainly brought toleration--of one dog at least. Here is the story:
-
-The seventeen-year-old Marie Louise, who was to be his second wife,
-had a favorite Italian greyhound which accompanied her on her way into
-France. Her Austrian suite was replaced at the frontier by a French
-one; and at Munich her last Austrian attendant was dismissed, together
-with the dog--a thing never intended by Napoleon, and only effected
-by intrigue. We can imagine the young girl’s grief, and can readily
-believe, as the historian says, that “the acquisition of a colossal
-empire did not console her for the loss of a little dog.”
-
-[Illustration: PET SPANIEL OF LOUIS XVI., COMPANION OF HIS DAUGHTER
-“MADAME ROYALE,” IN PRISON.]
-
-Fortunately for all concerned, the story found its way to Napoleon.
-At once he rubbed his Aladdin’s lamp (an article all emperors
-possess), and when he met his bride a few days later at Compiègne, he
-led her--not to a grand state-chamber, but to a cosey room, with a
-strangely familiar look. Her husband was a stranger; it was a new land,
-a new language, and new faces everywhere. But--what was that hysterical
-bark and scramble that greeted her on the threshold? What was that
-frantic little figure bounding up into her arms? What but her own
-little greyhound brought there with other familiar objects from her old
-home, by Napoleon’s thoughtful care! She welcomed her pet with a cry of
-delight; then turning, thanked, with wet eyes, the husband who was no
-longer a stranger.
-
-A few years later, and the wheel of fortune suddenly turned. Napoleon
-was an exile, and Louis XVIII. (uncle to the Prisoners of the Temple)
-was king. About the time when his royal brother was guillotined, there
-also perished a M. de Vieux Pont, whose only crime was the possession
-of a parrot which said _Vive le roi!_ The bird came very near sharing
-the fate of its master, but citizeness Lebon promised, if its life
-was spared, to teach it better sentiments, and was allowed to take
-it home. This happened in the Reign of Terror; but now when the Fat
-King reigned, a worse fate, through him, befell a parrot of Napoleonic
-sympathies. A dog had comforted Madame Royale in her prison; but
-neither she nor her uncle, when they arrived at power, had any pity for
-Napoleonists.
-
-[Illustration: PET ITALIAN GREYHOUND OF MARIE LOUISE.]
-
-The parrot’s mistress had fled from her home in Ecouen on the approach
-of the Royalists, leaving the bird locked up in the closet of her room,
-with plenty of food and water. Now it so chanced that Louis XVIII.
-spent the night in Ecouen, on his way to Paris, and was lodged in this
-very room. In the midst of his slumbers, he was suddenly startled by
-a shrill cry, close to his ear, of _Vive l’empereur!_ Nothing could
-be seen, yet again and again was the cry repeated. At last the poor,
-insulted, gouty king managed to pull the bell-rope and summon his
-attendants. After considerable search, they found a door behind the
-tapestry, and forced it open. There sat the criminal, chuckling to
-herself, and still shouting at intervals, _Vive l’empereur!_ Poor
-Polly! her triumph was short. It was _A bas!_ with Napoleonists now;
-in a moment her neck was wrung, and a limp little feathered body bore
-silent witness that the Bourbons had returned.
-
-[Illustration: CARLO ALBERTO AND HIS FAVORITE HORSE.
-
-(_After the painting by Vernet._)]
-
-Far, far more pleasant is a story told of the young Duchesse de Berri.
-On the day of her marriage to Louis’ nephew, she retired to her room
-after the ceremony, and was supposed to be resting. After a while
-her husband entered. Fancy the surprise, the amusement with which he
-witnessed his pretty bride’s diversion. She yet wore her magnificent
-marriage robes--a white brocade heavily embroidered with silver, and a
-diamond coronet surmounted by white ostrich plumes; but the enormous
-train--six yards long--she had twisted several times over her arm. Thus
-disencumbered, she was singing blithely, and dancing to her song with
-a pet spaniel she had brought from Naples, and which she held by the
-forepaws.
-
-[Illustration: VICTOR EMMANUEL AND HIS DOG.
-
-(_From life photograph._)]
-
-Another turn of the wheel, a few years later, seated a third Napoleon
-and Eugénie upon the throne. The latter was particularly fond of a
-Mexican parrot called Montezuma. When, in 1870, the Empire came to an
-end, and she fled to England, all her possessions were left behind in
-her hurried flight from the Tuileries. It was not until the imperial
-family was settled at Chiselhurst, that, remembering Montezuma, she
-sent a trusty attendant to France, to search for him. Almost a year
-passed by before he was found, exposed for sale in a shop! Then he was
-re-bought; he crossed the Channel in safety; a few hours more, and
-the ex-empress was petting him as of old. But not as of old did he
-respond to her endearments, nibble the sweetmeats she offered, and say
-with flattering approval, _Vive l’impératrice!_ No, all was changed.
-Sullenly he declined sugar, pineapple, sweet biscuit; sullenly he
-withdrew from her caressing touch; and sullenly at last he spoke: _Vive
-la république!_ Truly the empire had passed away.
-
-The princes of Savoy have always entertained a soldierly liking for
-horse and hound; and with war for their occupation, and hunting
-for diversion, they have had abundant opportunity to test the good
-qualities and friendship of these animals. There is a museum in
-Turin where many of their favorite horses--stuffed and mounted--are
-preserved. Especially interesting is the “Favorito Cavallo” of Carlo
-Alberto, which, according to the inscription, was his chosen mount in
-peace, and which bore him safely through the campaign of 1848-49. It
-accompanied him into exile, and finally (1866) died in Turin, at the
-age of thirty years.
-
-Several horses in the museum belonged to Victor Emmanuel. This
-patriotic and jolly king was “_innamorato dei cani_,” especially of
-four hounds, the companions of his hunting trips. He was never so
-happy as when off on one of these expeditions. Often he would dismount
-and stretch himself on the ground beneath a tree, his horse and dogs
-grouped around him. Then, with a sigh of luxurious comfort, he would
-say: “Ouf! how happy am I here, and thus! What a beastly trade, what a
-pig-occupation, is this of being a king!” (_Che porco mestiero è quello
-di fare il Re!_)
-
-And again: “How well off should I be if I only always could live
-quietly, at ease among these friends!” patting, as he spoke, first
-one dog, then another. Poor king! he had given a United Italy to his
-people; to himself he could grant few hours of ease.
-
-
-
-
-_V._
-
-_A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO._
-
-
-
-
-V.
-
-A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO.
-
-
-In almost every library where the owner has an antiquarian taste may
-be found a pair of stout, leather-bound volumes, bearing a kind of
-“important-facts” appearance which the title, stamped in gilt, airily
-contradicts. _Nugæ antiquæ_, it reads. Trifles, in fine; anecdotes,
-memoranda of things passed by.
-
-The writer of the _Nugæ_ was Sir John Harrington--a man of literary
-tastes, witty, vivacious, warm-hearted and sarcastic. He put into his
-collection a little about a good many things. There are items of secret
-or curious history; there are good stories about “King Elizabeth and
-Queen James,” as some witty person entitled them; there are letters;
-and there is one letter, above all, full of interest and feeling,
-“concerninge his dogge, Bungey.” It was written to the young Prince
-Henry, King James’s oldest son; and Sir John evidently thought it worth
-while to make a copy, before sending away the original. It is only a
-trifle in the great sum of history--yet a trifle that means much. The
-brilliant Sir John comes very near us as we read; and none of his wit
-pleases us so well as this simple and affectionate tribute to the dog
-he had lost.
-
-One or two facts “concerninge” Bungey’s owner may not be amiss before
-giving the letter.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCE HENRY, ELDEST SON OF JAMES I.
-
-(_From rare print by Crispin Pass._)]
-
-When Elizabeth of England was a simply-dressed princess instead of the
-elaborately got-up potentate into which she afterwards developed, she
-had the ill-luck to be suspected of aiming at her sister’s throne. In
-consequence, not only was she herself put into the Tower, but various
-friends of hers were arrested, among them a gentleman named Harrington.
-He was heavily fined, besides being imprisoned. When, however, a
-few years later, Elizabeth became queen, she did not forget her old
-adherent, and among other marks of favor, stood godmother to his son
-John, afterwards Sir John Harrington. The fortunate baby grew up into a
-handsome and entertaining young man, with such an aptitude for saying
-bright things that his reputation spread far and wide. A maid-servant
-at an inn waited very carefully on him, for fear that if he were
-neglected, he “would make an epigram of her.” Even the Queen used to
-speak of him as her “witty godson.” She probably had no idea his wit
-ever turned on her own foibles, as well as those of other people. That
-it did so, however, appears from his journal.
-
-One item, remembering Elizabeth’s three thousand dresses, is especially
-amusing:
-
-  “On Sunday, my Lorde of London preachede to the Queene’s Majestie,
-  and seemede to touch on the vanitie of deckinge the bodie too finely.
-  Her Majestie tolde the Ladies that if the Bishope helde more discorse
-  on such matters, she wolde fit him for Heaven, but he shoulde walke
-  thither withoute a staffe, and leave his mantle behinde him; perchance
-  the Bishope hathe never soughte her Highnesse wardrobe, or he wolde
-  have chosen another texte.”
-
-The same hobby that led her to number her own dresses by the thousand,
-and her wigs by the hundred, led her also to interfere with the clothes
-of her subjects. One gentleman wore a suit she did not like, and she
-spit upon it, to show her aversion; “Heaven spare me such jibinge!”
-says poor Sir John. In fact, although the Queen’s godson, he had to
-tread carefully at court! and King James’s easy rule must have been a
-relief to him. Especially did he enjoy the friendship of Prince Henry,
-to whom, in 1608, he wrote the famous letter about “Bungey.”
-
-“Having good reason,” he says, “to thinke your Highnesse had goode will
-and likinge to reade what others have tolde of my rare dogge, I will
-even give a brief historie of his goode deedes and strannge feates;
-and herein will I not plaie the curr myselfe, but in good sooth relate
-what is no more nor lesse than bare verity. Although I meane not to
-disparage the deedes of Alexander’s horse, I will match my dogge
-against him for good carriage; for if he did not bear a great prince
-on his back, I am bold to saie he did often bear the sweet wordes of a
-greater princesse on his necke.
-
-“I did once relate to your Highnesse after what sorte his tacklinge
-was wherewithe he did sojourn from my house to the bathe to Greenwiche
-Palace, and deliver up to the Courte there such matters as were
-entrusted to his care. This he hath often done, and came safe to the
-bathe, or my howse here at Kelstone, with goodlie returnes from such
-nobilitie as were pleasede to emploie him; nor was it ever tolde our
-ladie queene that this messenger did ever blab ought concerninge his
-highe truste, as others have done in more special matters. Neither must
-it be forgotten as how he once was sente withe two charges of sack wine
-from the bathe to my house, by my man Combe; and on his way the cordage
-did slackene, but my trustie bearer did now bear himselfe so wisely as
-to covertly hide one flasket in the rushes, and take the other in his
-teeth to the howse, after which he wente forthe, and returnede with
-the other parte of his burden to dinner; hereat your Highnesse may
-perchance marvel and doubte, but we have livinge testimonie of those
-who wroughte in the fields, and espiede his worke....
-
-“I need not saie how muche I did once grieve at missinge this dogge,
-for on my journiee towardes Londone, some idle pastimers ... conveyed
-him to the Spanish ambassador’s, where in a happie houre after six
-weekes I did heare of him; but such was the Courte he did pay to the
-Don, that he was no less in good likinge there than at home. Nor did
-the howsehold listen to my claim ... till I rested my suite on the
-dogge’s own proofs, and made him performe such feates before the nobles
-as put it past doubt that I was his master. I did send him to the halle
-in the time of dinner, and made him bringe thence a pheasant out the
-dish, which created much mirthe, but muche more when he returnede at
-my commandment to the table again, and put it again in the same cover.
-Herewith the companie was well content to allowe me my claim, and we
-both were well content to accept it, and came homewardes....
-
-“I will now saie in what manner he died. As we travelled towards
-the bathe, he leapede on my horse’s necke, and was more earneste in
-fawninge and courtinge my notice than what I had observed for time
-backe, and after my chidinge his disturbing my passinge forwards, he
-gave me some glances of such affection as movede me to cajole him; but
-alass he crept suddenly into a thorny brake, and died in a short time.
-
-“Thus I have strove to rehearse such of his deedes as maie suggest
-much more to youre Highnesse’ thought of this dogge. Now let Ulysses
-praise his dogge Argus, or Tobite be led by that dogge whose name doth
-not appeare, yet could I say such things of my Bungey, for so he was
-styled, as might shame them bothe, either for good faith, clear wit,
-or wonderful deedes; to saie no more than I have said of his bearing
-letters to London and Greenwiche more than an hundred miles. As I
-doubte not but your Highnesse would love my dogge if not myself, I have
-been thus tedious in his story, and againe saie, that of all the dogges
-near your father’s courte, not one hathe more love, more diligence to
-please, or less pay for pleasinge, than him I write of....
-
-“I now reste your Highnesse’ friend in all services that maye suite him.
-
-“P. S. I have an excellent picture (of Bungey) curiously limned, to
-remain in my posterity.”
-
-Of this excellent picture I have been unable to find any trace; but the
-word-picture is wonderfully vivid, and Bungey will live as long as the
-letter survives to tell his story.
-
-Not long before it was written, Sir John had noted in his journal that
-“My man Ralphe hathe stolen two cheeses from my dairy-house. I wishe
-he were chokede herewyth--and yet, the fellowe hath five childerne:
-I wyll not sue him if he repentethe and amendethe.” Kind-hearted Sir
-John! Small wonder that Bungey loved him, or that when, some four years
-later, he died, he left behind him many friends, and hardly an enemy.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-During the next reign, in another county of England, lived another
-dog, the opposite of Bungey in appearance and manners, but who,
-nevertheless, has attained a wide fame. He was no dog of the courts,
-graceful and dapper; he knew no tricks to enchance the value of a
-faithful heart; in fact, he was only a large, ungainly mastiff, whose
-merits as a watch-dog were all that recommended him. He belonged to
-old Sir Henry Lee of Ditchley, and the way in which his name became
-notable, is this:
-
-He was a “yard-dog,” and of course slept outside of the house. One
-night, however, he persisted in following the master to his bedroom.
-Blows and persuasion were alike useless to drive him away. The Italian
-valet shut the door upon him, and then the animal sat down outside and
-howled. Probably Sir Henry reflected that at this rate he would get
-no sleep at all. At any rate, as the least of two evils, he ordered
-the door to be opened. In walked the mastiff, silenced at last, and
-content; for “with a wag of the tail, and a look of affection at his
-lord,” he crawled under the bed and lay down. Matters being thus
-peaceably adjusted, the valet left the room, and Sir Henry settled
-himself for sleep. About midnight, the quiet was broken by a sudden
-disturbance and uproar. The mastiff had sprung from his ambush, and
-seized some one by the throat. When the half-strangled victim, through
-Sir Harry’s interference, was released, it proved to be no other than
-the amiable Italian who had exerted himself a few hours before to
-drive the dog from the room. Now, under the influence of fright, and
-the fear of prosecution, he confessed that his object was the murder
-and robbery of his master.
-
-By this time, I take it, the house was roused. One can readily imagine
-the scene: Sir Harry in his laced night-gear, the frightened servants,
-the scared yet sullen criminal, still held in check by an occasional
-low growl from his late assailant. And the mastiff himself--can you
-not see the uncouth, powerful, sagacious figure, his whole attention
-centered on the would-be-thief, and quite unaware that he himself is
-the hero of the hour?
-
-But such he was, and Sir Harry Lee of Ditchley--a just man and gallant
-soldier--knew how both to appreciate and reward his fidelity. We set
-up statues to our great men, or, in Sir Harry’s own England, valor and
-genius find memorial in Westminster Abbey.
-
-To commemorate then, in like manner, the heroic deed of his mastiff,
-Sir Harry had a painting made by Johnson, an artist of note. It
-represents the old soldier wrapped in a leather cloak that harmonizes
-well with his powerful frame and look of activity. Beside him is the
-mastiff, and, at the bottom of the picture, this inscription:
-
-“More Faithful than Favoured.”
-
-    “Reason in man cannot effect such love
-      As Nature doth in them that Reason want:
-    Ulysses true and kind his dog did prove
-      When Faith in better friends was very scant.
-    My travels for my Friends have been as true
-      Tho’ not as far as Fortune did him bear;
-    No friends my Love and Faith divided knew,
-      Tho’ neither this nor that once equall’d were,
-      But in my dog, whereof I made no store,
-      I find more love than them I trusted more.”
-
-About this time, King Charles had a nephew sufficiently famous to make
-all his belongings noteworthy; and no account of famous dogs would be
-complete without some sketch of Prince Rupert’s white hound Boy. A
-beautiful lad this young prince must have been, as Vandyke has painted
-him, with Boy at his side. Always adventurous and daring, but with a
-dash and fire in his daring quite beyond the usual soldierly courage,
-he won something like adoration from his troopers. After a manhood of
-war, his last years were very quiet, and being of a scientific turn, he
-spent much time in experiments. The art of engraving owes him a large
-debt, and “Prince Rupert’s Drops,” still commemorate his name. And as
-to his character, whatever faults he might have, he was still, as one
-writer tells us, “so just, so beneficent, so courteous, that his memory
-remained dear to all who knew him. This I say of my own knowledge,
-having often heard old people in Berkshire speak in raptures of Prince
-Rupert.”
-
-Many, indeed, are the stories told about this beautiful and daring
-boy, of his headlong courage, his warm heart, his kindness and pluck.
-Once he was out hunting, and the fox took to the earth. “A dog which
-the Prince loved, followed, but returning not, His Highnesse, being
-impatient, crept after, and took hold of his legs, which he could not
-draw out by reason of the narrowness of the hole, until Mr. Billingsby
-(the Prince’s tutor) took hold of His Highnesse’s heels; so he drew out
-the Prince, the Prince the dog, and the dog the fox.”
-
-When a mere lad, Rupert was taken prisoner, and detained for nearly
-three years in the Castle of Lintz, on the Danube. Time hung heavy
-on his hands here, but part of it he whiled away with pets. He even
-succeeded in taming a hare, so that it would trot after him like a
-spaniel, and perform little tricks at his command.
-
-[Illustration: PRINCE RUPERT WITH HIS WHITE DOG BOY.
-
-(_From the painting by Vandyke._)]
-
-But his chief companion and diversion was Boy, a hound given him by
-Lord Arundel, to lighten his captivity. It was of “a breede so famous
-that the Grand Turk gave it in particular injunction to his ambassadour
-to obtaine him a puppie thereof.” When Rupert was released, Boy shared
-his freedom, and became an inseparable friend.
-
-Many an old lady in those hard days was suspected of being a witch, and
-holding secret confabs with the Devil, after a midnight tide through
-the air on a broomstick. If she had a cat, especially a black one,
-poor Pussy was considered a go-between, and was liable to be burned.
-Dogs, too, fell under suspicion now and then; and as Prince Rupert was
-thought by the Puritan faction to act under the Devil’s guidance, so
-Boy was supposed to run on messages between the unholy allies. In the
-Bodleian Library there is carefully preserved an old pamphlet of 1642,
-entitled “Observations on Prince Rupert’s dogge, called Boye,” which
-amusingly details the different views about him.
-
-“I have kept a very strict eye,” says the writer, “upon this dogge,
-whom I cannot conclude to be a very dounright divell, but some Lapland
-ladye, once by nature a handsome white ladye, but now by art a handsome
-white dogge. They have many times attempted to destroye it by poyson,
-and extempore prayer (!) but they have hurt him no more than the plague
-plaister did Mr. Pym.” In fact--
-
-    ’Twas like a Dog, yet there was none did knowe
-    Whether it Devill was, or Dog, or no.
-
-Every squib or broadside of abuse directed against the prince must also
-hit poor Boy, and in several he figures very cleverly. One of the most
-amusing is “A Dialogue between Prince Rupert’s Dogge, whose name is
-Puddle, and Tobie’s Dog, whose name is Pepper.” It bears date 1643, and
-opens with a sledge-hammer contest of wits between the Royalist and
-Puritan dogs, under whose names are but thinly veiled the two great
-parties of the day.
-
-Prince Rupert’s dog opens the parley with great disdain:
-
-“What yelping, whindling Puppy-Dog art thou?” And honest Tobie’s dog
-retorts the question:
-
-“What bauling, shag-hair’d Cavallier’s Dogge art thou?”
-
-“Pr. R. D. Thou art a dogged sir, or cur, grumble no more but tell me
-thy name.”
-
-“T. D. I was called Tobie’s house-dog ... my name is Pepper.”
-
-“P. R. D. Though your zeal be never so hot, you shall not bite me,
-Pepper.”
-
-“T. D. I’ll barke before I bite, and talke before I fight. I heare you
-are Prince Rupert’s white Boy.”
-
-“P. R. D. I am none of his white Boy, my name is Puddle.”
-
-“T. D. A dirty name indeede; you are not pure enough for my company,
-besides I heare on both sides of my eares that you are a Laplander, or
-Fin-land Dog or, truly, no better than a witch in the shape of a white
-Dogge.”
-
-Hereupon Prince Rupert’s dog calls the other “a Round-headed Puppy
-that doth bawle and rayle;” and Tobie’s Dog retorts that Puddle is
-“a Popish, profane dog, ... more than half-divell. It is known,” he
-says, “that at Edgehill you walked invisible, and directed the bullets
-who they should hit, and who they shoulde misse, and made your Mister
-Prince Rupert shott-free.”
-
-And so on, through several amusing pages. It is a pleasant and
-fun-inspiring jest; but other productions of the time strike a note of
-savage hate, strange enough, as applied to an innocent dog.
-
-Boy’s fate befitted a soldier’s dog: on the fatal field of Marston
-Moor, where many a gallant cavalier was slain, he also fell, shot to
-the heart. As The More True Relation, a Puritan statement, says: “Here
-also was slain that accursed cur which is here mentioned by the way,
-because the Prince’s dog hath been so much spoken of, and was prized by
-his master more than creatures of much more worth.”
-
-[Illustration: PURITAN CARICATURE OF THE DEATH OF PRINCE RUPERT’S WHITE
-HOUND BOY.
-
-(_From old pamphlet in British Museum._)]
-
-Even his master’s grief at his loss was a subject of derision; and
-shortly after Boy’s death a squib appeared, called: “A Dogge’s Elegie,
-or Rupert’s Teares for the late defeat given him at Marston Moor neere
-York ... where his beloved Dogge, named Boye, was killed by a valliant
-souldier who had skill in Necromancy.” (He is said to have used a
-silver bullet, Boy being proof against leaden ones.)
-
-An old pamphlet contains a queer woodcut, representing his death, and
-then several lines of doggerel, beginning:
-
-    “Sad Cavaliers, Rupert invites you all
-    That doe survive, to his Dog’s Funerall.”
-
-So lived and perished Boy, his master’s well-loved friend, his master’s
-enemies’ aversion--and almost the only instance in history of an animal
-being the object of violent party-hate.
-
-Prince Rupert had other pets, both dogs and horses, but none so dear
-as his white hound. Perhaps the most affecting instance of his feeling
-after Boy’s death, is shown in a letter to Will Legge, written in 1661.
-It bears “the dolefull news that poor Royall at this time is dying,
-after being the cause of the death of many a stag. By heaven,” he
-bursts out, “I had rather lose the best horse in my stable!”
-
-With this--as a last pleasant memory of Rupert--we will leave him.
-
-
-
-
-_VI._
-
-_PETS IN ARTIST LIFE._
-
-
-
-
-VI.
-
-PETS IN ARTIST LIFE.
-
-
-For the artist pets have a peculiar value. Not only are they companions
-and live playthings--they are also “properties.” Portrait and landscape
-painters use them as accessories; animal painters and sculptors find in
-them their models. They live in close companionship with their human
-friends, and the tie between them is usually warm and lasting. An
-exception might be the cat whose fur was sacrificed to the early genius
-of Benjamin West. In default of brushes, the lad used first the long
-hairs from her tail, then the shorter ones from her body--until she was
-half-shorn. True, one of his biographers assures us that he laid hold
-of her “with all due caution, and attention to her feelings”; but this
-is clearly a post-mortem statement--he had never interviewed Pussy!
-
-Fox, a beautiful Pomeranian dog belonging to Gainsborough, occasionally
-served as model; but his most important office was to act as peacemaker
-between the artist and his wife. Sometimes, “as through the land at
-eve they went,” they would fall out; and then the dignified restraint
-between them would be first broken by one or the other writing some
-words of reconciliation, and giving the note to Fox. Off he would
-bound with it to the other party, and a messenger so charming always
-proved irresistible.
-
-[Illustration: MISS BOWLES.
-
-(_From the painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds._)]
-
-Sir Joshua Reynolds’ many dogs, to all of whom he was much attached,
-can be traced in regular order through his portraits, especially
-those of children. The Italian greyhound, the Scotch terrier, the
-silky-haired spaniel or setter, are as well-known as his own features.
-A specially attractive picture represents little Miss Cholmondely
-carrying her dog over a brook. The pretty anxiety of the child and the
-unconcern of her pet are amusingly contrasted. Hardly less charming
-are the portraits of Miss Bowles with a spaniel, and an unknown Felina
-hugging a kitten.
-
-Of a favorite macaw which often appeared in his pictures, a story is
-told almost as wonderful, Sir Joshua thought, as that of the painted
-grapes which deceived the birds. For this bird instantly recognized the
-portrait of a servant whom he hated, and tried to bite the pictured
-face. Dr. Johnson and Oliver Goldsmith came several times to see this
-performance, and Reynolds declared that, in his opinion, “birds and
-beasts were as good judges of pictures as men are.”
-
-[Illustration: “FRIENDS NOW, PUSSY!”
-
-(_From the painting by Angelica Kauffmann._)]
-
-There remains to us an affecting last glimpse of this famous painter
-after he had lost his sight and could no longer pursue the art he
-loved. In this premature night he found much comfort with a tame bird,
-until one morning the window was left open, and it flew away. His
-grief, though deep, was happily of short duration. Death came to his
-relief, and he escaped from the body, even as the bird from the house.
-
-[Illustration: THE PAINTER HOGARTH AND HIS DOG TRUMP.]
-
-One of his favorite pupils, Angelica Kauffmann, painted a charming
-picture called “Friends now, Pussy.” It depicts a radiant little girl
-holding in her arms a kitten whose contented purr we cannot fail to
-hear, so perfectly is it suggested.
-
-Hogarth was the painter of human life as it is; of people good, bad and
-indifferent--noble or base. But wherever man is, there also is the dog;
-and so throughout this artist’s work we find him--now a drawing-room
-pet, and now a vagabond; now man’s companion and now his victim.
-Hogarth’s own dog, Trump, surveys us rather sourly from the same canvas
-with his master. Very likely it was the curly tip of his tail that
-suggested the famous sketch in three lines of a sergeant with his pike
-going into a house, and his dog following him. Hogarth executed the
-picture thus:
-
-[Illustration]
-
-To be understood, however, it is certainly best to place design and
-explanation side by side.
-
-Mrs. Hogarth also had a dog, which eventually was buried at the end of
-a filbert walk in her yard at Chiswick. A stone marked the grave, and
-Hogarth himself cut the epitaph:
-
-“Life to the last enjoyed, here Pompey lies.”
-
-
-I tried not long ago, though without success, to find some trace
-of this grave. In the oldest, quaintest part of Chiswick stands
-Hogarth’s house, still bearing his name, and probably, as to stone
-and mortar, much the same as when he lived there. But the once
-beautiful garden is now in part a vegetable plot, and in part an
-untidy barnyard. A venerable mulberry-tree and some gnarled old yews
-are still standing--“sole relics of a finer past”; but of the filbert
-walk there remains only a row of little stumps with here and there a
-straggling branch. No trace of Pompey anywhere, unless in tradition;
-“she had heard,” said the mistress of the house, “that a dog had been
-buried somewhere there.” And--final touch--two pigs looked out from
-the doorway, squealing shrilly as we passed! It seemed a pity that
-Hogarth should not see them; no one would have sooner appreciated the
-humor of the scene. But--life to the last enjoyed--he lies in Chiswick
-churchyard.
-
-Famous among Middle Age painters was Paolo Uccello--Paul of the
-Birds--who won this sobriquet by his extreme delight in birds. They
-were his ruling passion, and appeared in his pictures both in and out
-of season.
-
-[Illustration: PORTRAIT OF ALBRECHT DURER AT THIRTEEN.
-
-(_Drawn by himself._)]
-
-More famous was the eccentric Bazzi, who, according to the pleasant old
-gossip, Vasari, “was fond of keeping in his house all sorts of strange
-animals--badgers, squirrels, cat-a-mountains, dwarf monkeys, horses,
-racers, little Elba ponies, jackdaws, bantams, doves of India, and
-other creatures of this kind, so many as he could lay his hands on.”
-Over and above, he had a raven which had learned to talk and to imitate
-its master’s voice, especially in answering a knock at the door. “His
-house was like nothing more than a Noah’s ark,” adds Vasari.
-
-Of Vittore Carpaccio’s likes and dislikes little is known, but Ruskin
-praises as one of the finest paintings in the world, a Venetian
-interior by him, representing two fair dames surrounded by animals.
-Two dogs--one small, one large--a peacock, doves, a turtle and a
-lizard--such were the pets these ladies kept to amuse their leisure
-hours.
-
-Albrecht Dürer found special pleasure in studying hares. One hardly
-knows which is quainter, the thirteen-year-old artist as drawn by
-himself, or the hare which his childish fingers sketched. A later study
-is the charming Bunny, apparently pausing after a pleasant nibble to
-look at his artist _vis-à-vis_. In some of his pictures, Dürer painted
-angel children playing with little hares--surely a gentle companionship!
-
-[Illustration: HARE DRAWN BY THE BOY ALBRECHT DURER.]
-
-But a still greater name in art is that of Raphael, to whom we owe not
-only Madonnas and saints, but some wonderfully delicate and realistic
-designs of animals and birds. Not much is said in his biographies to
-show that he was fond of animals, but that he studied them closely is
-evident. It is infinitely sad to pass now through his Loggia at the
-Vatican, once glowing with the master’s touch, now faded and in part
-defaced. Still, worn as they are, they express Raphael. In the Stanze,
-and his other great paintings, we know that his brush worked seriously
-in accordance with a plan already conceived. But in the Loggia, with
-the bright Italian sun shining in upon him as he worked, he laid aside
-all serious intent, and gave himself up to merry play. Under his facile
-fingers, the arched ceilings became covered with vines in luxuriant
-tangled growth, with interspaces of blue sky, and clusters of grapes
-which droop apparently with their own luscious weight, and tempt the
-birds on every side.
-
-[Illustration: TWO VENETIAN LADIES AND THEIR PETS.
-
-(_From the painting by Vittore Carpaccio, in the Correo Gallery,
-Venice._)]
-
-[Illustration: SECTION OF DOME.
-
-(_From Raphael’s frescoes in the Loggia of the Vatican._)]
-
-In one compartment, the vines cluster so close as to admit but small
-glimpses of the sky. On the lowest bar but one of the trellis, sits
-a fine fierce hawk, so absorbed in his own reflections that he does
-not notice a monkey reaching up from below to pull his tail feathers.
-A parrot on the bar above is less indifferent, and looks on with
-mischievous amusement. Little birds flit about in the higher branches,
-and a squirrel is making his way to one of the finest grape-clusters.
-
-The number of creatures that Raphael carefully studied and depicted,
-is wonderful. Lizard, mouse and squirrel; tiny snake and bee and snail;
-goldfish swimming in glass vases half-wreathed with swaying water
-plants; love-birds cuddling together; long-tailed rats scampering along
-the scroll-work; pretty voracious ducks with bulging crops; a motherly
-hen hovering her chicks--all these and more, may still be seen, the
-work of one masterly hand. Really, the painted scenes appear alive; and
-I do not know who can look at them without loving the artist who so
-well understood the happy natural life of plant and bird and beast.
-
-[Illustration: DUCKS.
-
-(_From Raphael’s frescoes in the Loggia of the Vatican._)]
-
-As Paolo Uccello loved birds, so Gottfried Mind loved cats and became
-their special artist. He was born near the middle of the last century,
-in the town of Berne. There he lived, and there, in 1814, he died. Of
-poor and mean appearance, crabbed to all human kind, he was keenly
-alive to the ways and feelings, the tricks and graces of cat-kind.
-Bears, too, he liked, and for a while frequented the bear pit of Berne
-to study them. But cats were his first and abiding love, and to them
-he returned. Whatever their moods, whether sulky, grave or gay; in
-repose or in action, at every age--he reproduced them upon paper; and
-with such marvelous fidelity that he seems to have given Pussy a tenth
-and immortal life. His favorite cat used to sit for hours together upon
-his knee or shoulder, while he--if such were her pleasure--would remain
-motionless, so as not to disturb her rest.
-
-[Illustration: FRAGMENT.
-
-(_From Raphael’s frescoes in the Loggia of the Vatican._)]
-
-In our own time, two artists, more than all others, have been famous
-for their delineation of animal life; and both of these artists, one is
-glad to know, were genuinely fond of the creatures they painted. These
-two are, of course, Sir Edwin Landseer and Mlle. Rosa Bonheur.
-
-[Illustration: HENS AND CHICKENS.
-
-(_From Raphael’s frescoes in the Loggia of the Vatican._)]
-
-Landseer studied every animal he saw, but preferred dogs, horses, and
-deer, especially dogs. Fuseli, his master, used to speak of him as “my
-little dog-boy.” Pet after pet had its features transferred to canvas,
-and fine dogs were brought to him to be painted, exactly as their
-owners might go to Millais or Watts. They became in his hands something
-more than canine types; he saw in them individuals with characters and
-stories of their own. There is the Dog in High Life, and the Dog in
-Low Life; the tranquil big dog as Dignity, the impetuous little dog as
-Impudence.
-
-[Illustration: TWO OF GOTTFRIED MIND’S CATS.
-
-(_Plate II. from “Der Katzen-Raphael.”_)]
-
-Here a fine hound waits for the Countess (this dog, by the
-way, belonged to Lady Blessington, and was given to her by the at that
-time King of Naples); here, by a plain coffin, a collie waits for the
-master who will never return; and here two tiny silken spaniels guard a
-plumed hat and pair of gloves. These spaniels, which belonged to Robert
-Vernon, had an equally tragic fate--the Blenheim being killed by a fall
-from a table, and the King Charles by a fall through the staircase
-rails. Their picture is now in the National Gallery of London, where
-many a one lingers before it, admiring the great lustrous eyes, silken
-coats, and delicate, whimsical physiognomies of “The Cavalier’s Pets.”
-
-[Illustration: THE CAVALIER’S PETS.
-
-(_From the etching by Leon Richeton, after Sir Edwin Landseer, R. A._)]
-
-Very near them hangs a painting called “The Sleeping Bloodhound.”
-The beautiful animal rests so easily that few would imagine her repose
-to be the sleep of death--yet so it is. Countess, as they named her,
-belonged to an old friend of Landseer, and running too eagerly one
-night to meet him, fell from a height and was killed. The next day he
-carried her to the studio; and the fine picture, now so familiar to
-all, commemorates both her own beauty and her master’s love.
-
-[Illustration: THE DUSTMAN’S DOG.
-
-(_Drawn by Landseer when a child._)]
-
-Brutus, Vixen and Boxer--all pets of the artist--appear in “The
-Ratcatchers;” Paul Pry, another intimate, figures as “A Member of
-the Humane Society.” As thoroughly appreciative of dog character in
-the extremes of poverty and ease, are two other pictures called “The
-Dustman’s Dog,” and “The Critics.” One is a mere sketch (drawn when Sir
-Edwin was as yet the child Eddie) of a faithful, homely, hard-worked
-cur; the other is a portrait of himself at work, with a noble canine
-friend at each shoulder, inspecting the result of his toil.
-
-[Illustration: COUNTESS, THE SLEEPING BLOODHOUND.
-
-(_After Landseer’s painting._)]
-
-He had a liking--as what painter of animals has not?--for lions; and
-those in Trafalgar Square which guard the Nelson Monument, prove how
-well he understood them.
-
-“They are not bumptious,” he said, “nor do they swagger; but look (I
-hope) as though they might be trusted ... and are all gentleness and
-tranquillity till Nelson gives the word.”
-
-There is no doubt that Landseer’s memory will live. As man and
-artist his claims are great. He deserves to be counted among the
-world’s benefactors for the impulse his work has given to the right
-appreciation and treatment of the dog. If as great and widely known an
-artist had patronized Pussy, we should find her better treated to-day,
-and certainly better understood. Mind painted her with wonderful
-fidelity, but he lacked the dramatic instinct of Landseer. Pussy was
-Pussy to him--he never imagined in other situations than those he saw.
-It was not in him to create a feline Diogenes and Alexander.
-
-[Illustration: THE CRITICS.
-
-(_Landseer’s portrait of himself._)]
-
-Sir Edwin has passed from us, but Rosa Bonheur still lives, and
-still occupies her serene life with the art she loves. There is a
-well-known and charming picture of her earlier self, with the dark
-hair tossed back from a bright, courageous face, and one arm resting
-in calm assurance of mutual good-will on the neck of a shaggy steer.
-This indicates a preference both personal and artistic. She has always
-delighted in painting cattle; and the patient oxen of the Nivernais, no
-less than the picturesque, long-haired cattle of the Scotch Highlands,
-attest her loving study of their ways. Deer, too, she enjoys painting,
-and horses; while Wasp, the terrier, will hold his own even beside
-Landseer’s canine portraits.
-
-[Illustration: PAUL PRY, A MEMBER OF THE HUMANE SOCIETY.
-
-(_After Landseer’s painting._)]
-
-Mlle. Bonheur’s home at Fontainebleau is fairly alive with pets; sheep,
-horses, goats and dogs; creatures with pedigree and without it;
-creatures famous for their beauty or remarkable for their rarity. Not
-only does she entertain peaceable, home-loving animals, but also such
-fierce inmates as lions and tigers. From one of the former was painted
-her magnificent “Old Monarch,” which fronts squarely the spectator
-like one “every inch a king.” Her “Tiger” is the faithful likeness of
-a pet brought to her as a cub from the jungles of Bengal. Nero was
-his well-bestowed name--a name appropriate to the latent power and
-ferocity which might become terribly apparent should he ever have the
-chance or wish to exert them. But this has never happened. Temptations
-to naughtiness are carefully removed from his path, his will is rarely
-crossed, his tastes are consulted. Roomily lodged, amply fed, he is
-probably the most civilized tiger in existence.
-
-Mlle. Bonheur is convinced of his affection, but it is doubtless as
-fortunate for the world as for herself that she never entered his cage.
-This superb favorite cost about three thousand dollars, and as His
-Majesty’s meat diet is also very expensive, he may be accounted in more
-ways than one a dear pet.
-
-Several wild horses were at one time added to the studio “properties”;
-and lately a Russian nobleman presented Mlle. Bonheur with a couple of
-magnificent Russian bears, to which she is said to be much attached.
-
-Paris is a city dear to artists, and almost every nationality is
-represented in its salons. Henry Bacon, for instance, is American;
-and among the paintings and sketches that fill his studio, are many
-reminiscences of his far-off home. In no way, moreover, is he so
-genuinely American as in his devotion to pets. It is a pity that in
-many cases their beautiful portraits are all of themselves that remain
-to him. Most notable among them, and perhaps also best beloved, was
-Glen, a black-and-tan collie from Aberdeenshire, born in 1879, whose
-parents, Jock and Miss, had both obtained prize medals.
-
-[Illustration: AN OLD MONARCH.
-
-(_After the painting by Rosa Bonheur._)]
-
-Miss made a rather careless mother--often allowing her puppies to
-wander out of sight; but this was pure absent-mindedness--for when
-in their rovings beyond the kennel they came to grief, she appeared
-conscious of her maternal short-comings, and employed all her
-intelligence to serve her little ones.
-
-[Illustration: WASP, ROSA BONHEUR’S PET TERRIER.
-
-(_After Rosa Bonheur’s painting._)]
-
-The farmer who had charge of the kennels, stepped out of his cottage
-one morning into the first snow of the season, to be met by Miss in
-a state of terrible excitement. She jumped upon him, pulled at his
-coat, and neither caress nor threat could quiet her. At last, having
-thoroughly attracted his attention, she made a dash down the avenue,
-looking back over her shoulder as she ran. The farmer, being versed in
-“canese,” understood that he was expected to follow--and followed!
-
-Without diverging to right or left, or running in curves, as is the
-habit of shepherd dogs, Miss preceded him through the fresh-fallen
-snow down the avenue and across a field, stopped at the edge of a large
-post-hole, and after looking down rushed back to hurry up the help she
-was bringing. Her favorite pup, Glen, had gone out on an early morning
-voyage of discovery, had fallen into this hole, and would have perished
-there but for this timely aid.
-
-Nor does the story end here. After Glen was pulled out, and on his way
-home under the farmer’s great-coat--for he was only a little thing,
-not yet a month old--Miss staid behind, and with much scratching
-and barking filled in the hole, being of opinion, probably, that
-post-holes, like barn doors, should be closed after an accident has
-happened.
-
-[Illustration: THE HORSE FAIR.
-
-(_After the painting by Rosa Bonheur._)]
-
-A few months later Glen went to live in Tunbridge Wells, England, with
-his brother Jock, and if they had not quarreled, would still be, in all
-likelihood, a British subject; but owing to their many disputes, Glen
-was sent abroad. The next summer, and indeed each summer of his life,
-has been passed on the Normandy coast at Etretât. From what he knows
-of Glen’s character, Mr. Bacon does not think him entirely to blame in
-these family quarrels. Besides, his brother Jock’s short life was not
-exemplary, for it was reported that he bit a child; and although the
-child recovered from the bite, “it was the dog that died.”
-
-[Illustration: THE LION AT HOME.
-
-(_After the painting by Rosa Bonheur._)]
-
-Glen, being a shepherd dog, is delighted when he encounters upon the
-downs a flock of sheep, and if not called off, will instantly herd
-them into a compact, frightened mass, much to the distress of their
-guardian and his dog. When he cannot find sheep, he will amuse himself
-by gathering together the hens and chickens he finds in an orchard;
-and once, in default of these, while his master was sketching on the
-sands of Mont-Saint-Michel, he herded the fishermen’s children who were
-playing at low tide beyond the town. Unheeded by his master, he had
-made a wide circle round the children, frightening them together like a
-flock of sheep; and when discovered, he was capering round the group as
-though the task had been set him of keeping them together.
-
-Glen is well remembered at Mont-Saint-Michel, for besides this
-performance, and besides leaping from the battlements when in his hurry
-he could not find the stairway--he showed what seems to be his only
-ambition--that of whipping a dog of twice his own size. After several
-days’ premeditation, he attacked a big fellow brought from Newfoundland
-by one of the fishermen, and--as usual--was unsuccessful, although he
-evidently thought he might have succeeded if he had not been pulled off.
-
-[Illustration: GLEN AND HIS MASTER AT ETRETAT.]
-
-Glen is as fond of the water as any spaniel, and will bathe in the
-breakers, leaping clear of the surf on the crest of the waves, and has
-been very useful in shipwrecks of toy boats--rescuing and bringing them
-safe to land to the great joy of their youthful owners.
-
-[Illustration: Glen
-
-Born in Aberdeenshire
-
-Oct. 29 1879]
-
-Every evening before he and his master retire for the night, they take
-a walk. It often happens that his master has a friend spending the
-evening with him, who, in Glen’s opinion, stays later than he should
-stay. In this case, when the clock has struck the half-hour after ten,
-Glen becomes uneasy, rises from his rug before the fire, stretches
-himself, looks around, and, creeping up to the visitor, gives him a
-gentle poke under the elbow. Of course he is ordered to lie down by
-his master; but if the visitor is not acquainted with the ways of the
-household, he is charmed with the dog’s attention, gives him a friendly
-pat, and declares that Glen does not bother him. Shortly afterwards,
-the guest is surprised to find the dog again beside him, sitting up on
-his haunches, and gently scratching his sleeve with his paw; and he
-does not discontinue his impolite hints so long as the visitor stays.
-If the visitor is an _habitué_, when Glen begins his caresses he looks
-at his watch, and in spite of his host’s apologies, promises Glen
-that he will go in a few minutes. Often, when alone, the master will
-be occupied in the evening with book or pen until, feeling a gentle
-nudge at his elbow, he looks up to find the large brown eyes of his dog
-fixed upon him. This is a friendly hint as to the hour, and one which
-certainly prevents unduly late hours for both master and dog.
-
-A well-known artist in New York, Mr. F. S. Church, makes frequent and
-delightful studies of animals and birds--although not so much for their
-own sake, perhaps, as for that of some thought to which they are the
-fit accessories. Now it is a maiden wandering in desert places, alone,
-save for the savage beasts her innocence has tamed. Now it is an Alpine
-shrine where rain and snow have beaten against the patient Christ upon
-the cross. But still the pent-roof of the shrine affords some shelter;
-and beneath it, along the outstretched arms, or nestling close to
-the thorn-crowned head, is a flock of birds. The storm-beaten little
-wanderers have found refuge where many a one has come before--with the
-Christ, at the cross.
-
-[Illustration: MR. CHASE AND KAT-TE.]
-
-Here a group of feathered mourners singing a dirge for the last rose of
-summer; there a witch’s daughter in mystic converse with an owl.
-
-Decidedly more realistic is the sketch called “At Rest,” of a monkey
-extended in that hopeless rigidity which can never be mistaken for
-life. There is something curiously touching in the stiffened form--a
-look of almost human protest against fate--as though death had arrested
-him at the very moment when he was about to become a man.
-
-Another sketch represents a stray cat which thrust its head into the
-studio one day, and stared for a moment at its occupant, with great,
-astonished, yellow eyes. From mingled motives of humanity and art he
-tried to detain her, but in vain. As silently as she had come she
-vanished, although--like the grin of the cat in Wonderland--her stare
-remained after her head had disappeared, thus enabling the artist to
-transfer it to paper.
-
-[Illustration: _Lilla Cruikshank’s little dog._]
-
-It will be guessed from all these possible pets that Mr. Church had no
-actual ones. Such is the case, and a great pity it is that this petless
-master and a few masterless pets cannot meet! His loss, however, is
-somewhat balanced by the gain in a neighboring studio, which belongs
-to Mr. William M. Chase. It is rich in artistic bric-à-brac and
-paintings, but the special decoration when I saw it, was a Russian
-deer-hound named Kat-te. The magnificent, snow-white fellow lay upon a
-Turkish rug, whose rich tints set off to perfection his own Northern
-fairness. He rose, at his master’s request, to shake hands and exhibit
-his beautiful form in its height and length. He even condescended to
-lay upon my palm for a moment his clean-cut, delicate muzzle, but soon
-wearied of exhibition, and went back to his _dolce far niente_ on the
-rug.
-
-Kat-te was found by Mr. Chase in Harlaem, and, at that time, spoke
-Dutch, as a dog may. It required some time to teach him English;
-nevertheless, he now understands that language also. And yet more, when
-he met a party of Russians on the street one day, and was addressed by
-them in their own language, he showed the greatest delight and emotion.
-He tried to follow them home, he was restless, he was excited, and thus
-evinced in canine fashion, not only his philological attainments, but
-also his faithful Russian heart. Some idea of his noble proportions may
-be gained from the accompanying picture.
-
-The caricaturist Cham had a dog called Azor, as well-known as himself;
-and Du Maurier’s Chang, a very beautiful, sagacious dog, figured, while
-living, in many of his master’s sketches, and by his death grieved all
-who knew him.
-
-George Cruikshank’s Lilla was a docile, affectionate little creature,
-and, like most studio pets, figures occasionally in his master’s
-work. The drawing given here is from the original in Madame Tussaud’s
-exhibition. It is well stuffed and mounted, and purports to be the
-veritable Lilla; but although its history was inquired into both by the
-artist who sketched it, and myself, we failed to get even the smallest
-crumb of information. Its identity, therefore, must be left an open
-question.
-
-Dante Rossetti had a collection of pets which, in its whimsical
-variety, can only be likened to that of the naturalist Buckland.
-Armadillos and wombats were included, but decidedly the most notable
-was the zebu. One of the artist’s biographers gives an amusing account
-of the creature. It was an intractable subject for petting, and put
-an end to all attempts in that direction by one day tearing up by the
-roots the little tree to which it was tethered, and chasing its owner
-all round the garden. After this exploit, it was given away; Mr. Knight
-says that Rossetti, when discussing his pets, past and present, was not
-much given to talk of the zebu.
-
-[Illustration: LADY TANKERVILLE, WHO HID HER KITTENS IN THE HEAD OF
-STORY’S STATUE OF PEABODY.]
-
-Roman studios are as well supplied with live “properties” as American
-or English ones. Will the visitor who has once seen it ever forget that
-charming staircase, vine-wreathed, flowery and musical, which, although
-in the busy Piazza di Termini, still keeps an air of forest seclusion?
-It is the passage to a studio equally retired, fashioned like a nest in
-the ruined baths of Diocletian. Paintings, bits of tapestry, etc., form
-a background for various marble inmates, whose serenity is interfered
-with neither by cat nor dog. It is the staircase, covered with wire
-netting, that holds the favorites. Pigeons inhabit the upper part,
-and keep up a continual flutter at the latticed window, their wings
-gleaming silver in the sunshine. Lower down are musical blackbirds; I
-remember especially among the latter one beautiful fellow, who shrank
-back, mute, at the approach of our party, but answered his master’s
-call at once, and perched, lightly as thistledown, upon his arm.
-
-This master, the sculptor Ezekiel, like most bird-lovers, does not
-allow cats in his home. He might possibly train Pussy into tolerance,
-and so have a happy family--only--he does not like cats! which, to
-a cat lover, seems queer. However, even if unconsciously, he must
-have some secret understanding of their nature; for in his studio is
-a marble Judith with arm raised to strike, who, in her magnificent
-fierceness, recalls, far from ignobly, the feline race.
-
-Elihu Vedder’s pets might be expected to wear a rather tragic and noble
-air, appropriate to the illustrations of the Rubaiyat; but on the
-contrary, they have a commonplace appearance of well-being. The studio
-pet one year was an asthmatic small dog, who had thrown himself upon
-the artist’s compassion--a grateful, subdued, unassuming object, which,
-after each spasm of coughing, would look around with a deprecatory
-expression, as if to apologize for the disturbance. Some intelligent
-cats, and another small dog, in this instance possessed of vivacious
-health and spirits, keep the artist’s home lively, and compete with one
-another for his favor.
-
-A third studio in Rome is that of the sculptor Story. Many famous
-statues have here been “born in clay and resurrected in marble”--among
-them that of George Peabody. The marble is now in London, but a
-colossal plaster-cast remains in the studio.
-
-The philanthropist is seated--a position which allows various
-projections, or ledges, within the hollow cast--of which a high-minded
-cat once took advantage.
-
-[Illustration: ENTRANCE AND WINDOW OF THE SCULPTOR EZEKIEL’S STUDIO IN
-ROME.]
-
-Before reading further, look at her picture. Is she not very much like
-some dainty young lady in ball-dress? See how deftly she has disposed
-her train, how fastidiously she glances over her shoulder! A cat of
-distinction--that is evident at the first glance! She came originally
-from Walton-on-Thames, in England, was a present to Mrs. Story, and, in
-memory of the donor, named Lady Tankerville. Having an artistic bias,
-she chose the studio in preference to boudoir life, and was oftenest to
-be found there.
-
-After a while she was known to be the proud mother of kittens, but
-where she kept them remained a mystery until several weeks later,
-when they were found in--of all places!--the head of George Peabody.
-It was a delightfully retired situation, and probably there never were
-happier kittens. As an instance of post-mortem philanthropy, it is, I
-am convinced, unequalled.
-
-[Illustration: BIMBO, ONE OF THE SCULPTOR STORY’S PETS.]
-
-A fine pug called Bimbo must be added to the favorites that have gone
-before. A spoiled but intelligent darling, he sits up for his picture
-on a velvet chair, with an air of snug contentment quite irresistible.
-His mistress holds him in loving memory; and, since his death, contents
-herself with a bisque “puggery,” whose inmates, if liable to breakage,
-are nevertheless more easily replaced.
-
-One other pet must close this chapter--a pet already old, but likely
-to live many more years without appearing perceptibly older. It is a
-tortoise, Babbo by name, which belonged to the sculptor Hiram Powers.
-I had the honor of frequent interviews with Babbo some summers past;
-and Mr. Longworth Powers did his best to photograph him. A crumb of
-moistened biscuit was placed on the broad stone step and Babbo beside
-it. No use at all; he either got into a bad position or shuffled out
-of focus. Juicy cabbage leaves were brought, but although usually
-susceptible to their charm, he now turned from them in scorn. He was
-gently coaxed, he was thumped down hard, he was entreated, he was
-scolded--all in vain. A good tortoise ordinarily, the bare idea of a
-photograph seemed to render him frantic; and after three plates were
-spoiled, we were compelled to let him go.
-
-“Mr. Powers’ Babbo,” writes Babbo’s mistress, “always came to the
-inner studio door if hungry or thirsty, and scratched at it to attract
-attention. Then my husband would take him up, hold him in the water
-until he had quite satisfied his thirst, when the creature would waddle
-off, perfectly contented. If hungry, he would give him a bit of bread
-dipped in wine and water.”
-
-The kind master has gone, but Babbo remains, and still has shelter,
-drink and sup in the pleasant Florentine garden.
-
-
-
-
-_VII._
-
-_PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE._
-
-
-
-
-VII.
-
-PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE.
-
-
-No animal has known greater vicissitudes than our pleasant little
-house-familiar, Pussy. He had his day of glory in the far past, when
-armies retreated before him; his day of divinity, too, as the mighty
-basalt cat-headed goddesses in many a museum still testify. And then,
-having had in his life-time all that heart of cat could wish, after
-death he became a mummy and received funeral honors.
-
-Just how it happened, no one knows, but a few thousand years later we
-find Pussy no longer reverenced. Instead of a divinity he was regarded
-as the accomplice of witches, and burned in holocaust on St. John’s
-Day, or tormented for the amusement of such evil kings as Philip II. of
-Spain. Later still, and final stage of his decadence, he was valued in
-direct proportion to his usefulness--becoming now a mere drudge, and
-now a joyless plaything for children. Could Egyptian heart have dreamed
-it?
-
-But Pussy’s fortunes are again rising. He is no longer a stale
-divinity, but he is becoming--what is far better in this age of
-progress--a social power! Even in his worst estate he had always warm
-friends and admirers; now, he has a party. For, “you either love cats,
-or you do not love them,” says a witty author; and statistics go to
-prove that those who love cats are the majority to-day.
-
-[Illustration:
-
- CAT-HEADED EGYPTIAN GODDESS, BAST OR BUBASTIS.
-
-(_From a bronze in the British Museum._)]
-
-Pussy has also been fortunate in having two strings to his
-bow--personal beauty and utility. No other creature so dainty, so
-artistically delightful; a thing of beauty, and--to the appreciative--a
-joy forever; no other creature so dexterous in pursuit of mice, so
-self-supporting, so acute! Throughout the ages, therefore, through
-prosperity and adversity, Pussy, like the Jews, has flourished. The
-honors of divinity did not turn his handsome head, and persecution has
-failed to uproot his race from the soil.
-
-What a small bit of life he is; yet when absent, how we miss him! Only
-think of Wales, in good King Howel’s time; when rats were rampagious,
-when a kitten, even before it could see, was worth a penny, and heavy
-fines were imposed on whoever should hurt or kill a cat. Think of
-Varbach, that little German town where mice ran riot, until at last a
-cat was obtained. Think of Whittington; how with a cat in his arms he
-sailed to a country where cats were not, and made his fortune--through
-the cat! There are skeptics, of course, who call this pretty story a
-myth; and very possibly, like some other good old stories, it has put
-on with time some of the colors of a fairy tale; but that little Dick
-had a cat, and a valued one--so much, at least, may well be true.
-The queer bas-relief at Guildhall Museum in London has an appearance
-of verity; and as it was found in a house which once belonged to the
-Whittington family, and had been occupied in the famous Lord Mayor’s
-life-time by his nephew, it not improbably commemorates some actual
-fact in the great man’s history.
-
-One of the earliest pet cats on record is that of Prince Hana, an
-Egyptian notability who lived several thousand years ago, and between
-the stone feet of whose statue was placed the statuette of his cat,
-Bouhaki. The latter may still be seen in the Louvre, sitting erect in a
-dignified attitude, squarely confronting posterity, so to say, with a
-gold collar around its neck, and ear-rings in its ears!
-
-[Illustration: BAS-RELIEF OF WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT.
-
-(_At the Guildhall Museum, London._)]
-
-Early in history, also, and more famous than Bouhaki is Muezza, the cat
-of Mahomet. Every one knows how the Prophet sat reading one day, with
-the favorite curled up in peaceful slumber on the wide sleeve of his
-robe; and how, rather than disturb her, when obliged to go, he gently
-cut off the sleeve. No wonder, with such an example before them, that
-Mahommedans still honor cats.
-
-From Mahomet to Petrarch is quite a step--not only in point of time,
-but of character. Nevertheless, these great men had one thing in
-common--their affection for cats. Laura was not enough for the poet;
-he must also have his little white “micino,” holding it second only
-to the lady of his heart, and so mourning its death as to have it
-embalmed. This veritable cat may be seen to-day in Petrarch’s house
-at Arquà--at least the guide assures us it is the same. For my own
-part, I have no more doubt of its identity than of the blood-spot in
-Holyrood. I take the one to be Rizzio’s blood; I take the other to be
-the immortal poet’s equally immortal cat--and thank my stars I am not
-so skeptical as some people!
-
-Lovers of Petrarch all visit Arquà, and, if literary, are very apt to
-commemorate the visit with their pen. Such an one was Tassoni, whose
-charming verse may be roughly rendered as follows:
-
-                  “Now rises the lovely hill of Arquà
-    Which pleases, seen from mountain or from plain,
-    Where lies he in whose writings
-    The soul expands like a plant in the sun;
-    And where his embalmed cat just as when alive
-    Still guards the illustrious threshold against mice.
-
-        “To this cat Apollo granted the privilege
-    Of remaining intact in spite of time,
-    And of having its manifold honors
-    Made eternal in a thousand songs;--
-    So that the sepulcher of mighty kings
-    Is surpassed in glory by an unburied cat!”
-
-Several hundred years after Tassoni, an American pilgrim went to Arquà,
-and added his own pleasant tribute to the thousand songs; protesting
-that--
-
-  “we cannot well figure to ourselves Petrarch, sitting before that
-  wide-mouthed fire-place, without beholding also the gifted cat that
-  purrs softly at his feet, and nestles on his knees; or with thickened
-  back and lifted tail, parades loftily around his chair, in the haughty
-  and disdainful manner of cats.”
-
-Tasso also had his pet; sad, hapless poet that he was, there was need
-of all the comfort he could get. Doubt not but that often his tears
-fell warm on Pussy’s fur; and that in her companionship he found solace
-when other solace there was none. To this little friend he addressed a
-sonnet, begging her, since lamps were denied in his prison, to light
-him with her eyes.
-
-Other famous Italians have shared the taste of these poets; among whom,
-probably, may be included Andrea Doria. Some writers assure us that
-he detested cats, and kept one only to remind him of the conquered
-Fieschi, whose badge it was. Be this as it may, the animal who sits
-beside him in the ancient portrait at Genoa has an undeniable air of
-well-being. If an enemy, it has been treated with respect; if a friend,
-it is also an equal, and returns the old admiral’s gaze with proud
-directness.
-
-St. Dominic’s hatred of cats is more than offset by the affection which
-various popes have shown them. Gregory the Great had a much-indulged
-favorite, and Leo XII. had a number. One big cat of grayish-red called
-Micetto he presented to another friend of the feline race, the famous
-Chateaubriand, as a mark of his esteem.
-
-Pius IX. also had his pet--a superb “_gato soriano_,” which was always
-present at his frugal meals, sitting beside him, and claiming its full
-share both of food and attention. A very pleasant sight it must have
-been, to see this benign old pontiff taking his _passegiata_ in the
-gardens of the Vatican, with Pussy sedately pacing at his side. When,
-after a while, the link of companionship was broken, and Pussy paced
-from this world to another, no pet succeeded him. “I am too old for new
-friendships,” said his master; “moreover, death may come to me next,
-for my cat and I have both grown old in the Vatican.”
-
-A still more ardent cat-lover in Italy was the aged Archbishop of
-Taranto, who died about the beginning of this century. His pets had
-their regular meals corresponding with his own; and a guest was once
-much amused by hearing him ask a servant during dinner whether the
-cats had been served. “Yes, monsignore,” the man gravely answered,
-“but Desdemona prefers waiting for the roasts.” Desdemona was a white
-Persian, both in color and disposition a complete contrast to her huge
-black mate, Othello.
-
-When the archbishop was eighty-six years old, a friend called upon
-him rather earlier than usual one morning, and was rewarded by this
-pretty scene: the venerable, white-haired old man in dressing gown and
-slippers, seated at the breakfast-table, with two great tortoise-shell
-cats on chairs beside him, alertly watching his hand for bits of bread,
-and purring in the most affectionate manner between mouthfuls.
-
-Cardinal Richelieu was devoted to kittens, rather than cats, finding in
-their companionship the relaxation he needed after toil. They lived in
-his room, in handsomely lined and cushioned baskets, so that he might
-see them whenever he chose. But no sooner were they three months old,
-than he had them removed and a new supply brought in. One white Angora
-passed the fatal period and retained her place as favorite-in-chief so
-long as she lived. Her usual lounging-place was His Eminence’s table,
-among his books and papers. In the picture painted by Champaigne, there
-are three different views of the famous cardinal, and one can easily
-fancy the delicate, sarcastic countenance bent towards his pets, and
-occasionally relaxing into a smile at some extra kittenish gambol.
-
-[Illustration: CARDINAL RICHELIEU, FRONT FACE AND SIDES.
-
-(_From the painting by Philippe de Champaigne._)]
-
-Our English Cardinal Wolsey also had a fondness for cats, and more
-than once was found by some great dignitary amusing himself with
-a kitten. One favorite was sometimes seen with him in the Council
-Chamber; and it may well have entered into the final sum of his
-offenses that he preferred the society of intelligent cats to that of
-empty-headed bigwigs!
-
-In the last century there was a Mlle. Dupuy living in France, of whom
-few people now know anything; but who, nevertheless, in her own day had
-a reputation as an exquisite performer on the harp. Furthermore, she
-possessed a cat who had also some claim to be called an authority in
-harpistry. Before a performance in public, Mlle. Dupuy would rehearse
-privately before him. He always listened with critical attention, and
-if any notes displeased, would growl. Such notes she always amended,
-trying them over until he ceased growling. The lady never married, and
-when in course of time she died, her will was found to provide, among
-other bequests, for the maintenance of this little friend and critic.
-Sad to relate, however, the will was set aside by grasping relatives,
-and Pussy’s fate is unknown.
-
-Fourier had a magnificent cat--a great pet--in his house at Lyons; and
-it is recorded of this rather grim philosopher, that he could never see
-a pretty cat or kitten on the street without stopping to caress it.
-
-Lord Eldon, the jurist, had a room full of cats, and once when, owing
-to some bone of contention, they grew extremely noisy, went into the
-room and solemnly read the Riot Act--with what effect we are not told.
-
-Lord Chesterfield gave all his cats--and they were many--a life
-pension, that they might not suffer, after his death, from some other
-master’s indifference. More fortunate than Mlle. Dupuy, his will was
-carried out.
-
-A very famous cat, indeed, is the one that befriended Sir Henry Wyatt
-in his hour of need. According to the epitaph on his monument, this
-gentleman “was imprisoned and tortured in the Tower, in the reign of
-Richard III.,” where he “was fed and preserved by a cat.” In manuscript
-family papers the story is more fully told, as follows:
-
-“He was imprisoned often; once in a cold and narrow tower where he had
-neither bed to lie on, nor clothes sufficient to warm him, nor meat
-for his mouth. He had starved there, had not God, who sent a crow to
-feed his prophet, sent this his and his country’s martyr a cat both to
-feed and warm him. It was his own relation unto them from whom I had
-it. A cat came one day down into the dungeon unto him, and, as it were,
-offered herself to him. He was glad of her, laid her in his bosom to
-warm him, and by making much of her won her love. After this she would
-come every day unto him divers times, and, when she could get one,
-would bring him a pigeon. He complained to his keeper of his cold and
-short fare. The answer was ‘he durst not do it better.’ ‘But,’ said Sir
-Henry, ‘if I can provide any, will you promise to dress it for me?’ ‘I
-may well enough,’ said the keeper, ‘you are safe for that matter’; and
-being urged again, promised him, and kept his promise, dressed for him
-from time to time such pigeons as his caterer, the cat, provided for
-him. Sir Henry, in his prosperity, for this would ever make much of
-cats, as other men will of spaniels or hounds; and perhaps you shall
-not find his picture anywhere but--like Sir Christopher Hatton with his
-dog--with a cat beside him.”
-
-It is a charming, bright little story for those dark days.
-
-A reverse story to that of Sir Henry Wyatt belongs to our own days;
-the story of a nameless cat saved from starvation by Henry Bergh. Many
-have been the deeds of heroism in the world, many have been the medals
-awarded for such deeds; but when all are duly weighed in the balance
-this deed too shall have its reward of fame.
-
-[Illustration: THE TWO-LEGGED CAT THAT BELONGED TO DR. HILL OF
-PRINCETON COLLEGE.]
-
-A kitten had been walled up by the workmen, in an iron girder at
-the base of a building, and the walls had been laid to the second
-story, when Mr. Bergh heard what had happened. First, he pleaded for
-the innocent victim, but without avail; then, appealing to the law,
-he compelled the walls to be taken down, and thus Pussy at last was
-removed from what--without his interference--would have proved her
-living grave.
-
-It is worth recording in this connection that a few years ago the
-Albert Medal was presented to a seaman who rescued various lives from a
-sinking ship. The last one saved was the ship’s cat--the brave sailor
-crying as he swung her into the boat:
-
-“Life before property!”
-
-Animals have had their full share indeed, of human misadventure at
-sea, and have added many a tragic element to the always tragic tale of
-wreck. A few years ago, for instance, the Black-eyed Susan was lost at
-Scarborough. The wreck was several hours in going to pieces, during
-which time they rescued the crew in the life cradle. One man was six
-hours in the rigging before he could be got off. And (a friend tells me
-this, who heard it from an eye-witness of the scene) the first thing he
-did upon reaching the shore was to draw from his bosom a little kitten
-which had been his especial pet. The man wept like a child when he
-found that his little friend had perished in spite of all his care. A
-woman from the same ship brought off a dog successfully.
-
-Turning to “scientific” patrons of cats, we find that Sir Isaac
-Newton--if history tells no fibs--not only had Diamond, the little dog
-who upset a lighted candle among his manuscripts, but also a cat, and
-at least one kitten. So much is certain, for to give them means of exit
-and ingress, he cut two holes in his barn door--a big hole for the
-cat, a little hole for the kitten! One really hopes this story may be
-true--it is so delightfully unsophisticated for a philosopher.
-
-Another man of science, Sir David Brewster, began life with a great
-dislike of cats. In later years there were so many mice in his house,
-that after her promise never to let Pussy appear in the study, he
-permitted his daughter to give the trap a feline assistant. Pussy,
-however, was no party to this contract, and, knowing what utter
-nonsense it was, took matters into her own claws.
-
-Writes this daughter, Mrs. Gordon:
-
-  “I was sitting with my father one day and the study door was ajar.
-  To my dismay, Pussy pushed it open, walked in, and with a most
-  assured air put a paw on one shoulder, and a paw on the other, and
-  then composedly kissed him. Utterly thunderstruck at the creature’s
-  audacity, my father ended by being so delighted that he quite forgot
-  to have an electric shock. He took Pussy into his closest affections,
-  feeding and tending her as if she were a child.”
-
-When after some years she died, both master and mistress grieved
-sincerely, and never had another pet.
-
-And finally, grave Princeton College has had a pet, which was also a
-phenomenon, in the shape of a two-legged cat--biped from birth--but
-a most cheerful, healthy, engaging little creature, dark maltese in
-color, with a white star on her breast. Her fashion of walking was
-queer, but lively, as the sketch by Dr. F. C. Hill of Princeton will
-show.
-
-Brought from a New York village to this college town, she adapted
-herself to her new home with the ready pliability of youth, became
-everybody’s pet in general, her master’s in particular, and was in all
-ways a thoroughly charming, though whimsical baby-cat. Her virtues
-were all her own, while her faults, like those of other kittens, were
-doubtless due to there being no kittychism. Such is the reason a modern
-writer assigns for feline errors, and it carries with it conviction. As
-the kitten is bent, the cat will certainly be inclined.
-
-Pussy’s course in life was destined to be brief as brilliant. In the
-spring of ‘77, Dr. Hill was absent a fortnight. He came back to find
-his small friend dead. He had left her vivacious and merry--now she was
-only “a body.” “Poor Kitty,” he wrote, “was well and happy while I was
-with her. I really think she pined and died as much from loneliness as
-anything else.”
-
-To say that she was missed, is idle; it could not be otherwise with so
-bright and loving a creature. Love wins love, the world over, and where
-love comes, love follows. Our poor little Pussy’s heart was all her
-master’s; it resulted that in his heart was a corner all her own.
-
-Her body was sent, in the interests of science, to Prof. Ward of
-Rochester, N. Y., and by him the skeleton was prepared and mounted. It
-is now in the museum at Princeton College; so that Pussy remains as
-serviceable after death as it was her warm will to be in life.
-
-
-
-
-_VIII._
-
-_AN ODD SET._
-
-
-
-
-VIII.
-
-AN ODD SET.
-
-
-Our exclusive world is apt to choose its pets like its garments--in
-accordance with the fashion of the day. Still, there are always a few
-people who prefer choosing for themselves; and from this independence
-queer intimacies often result. Accident, too, not infrequently cuts the
-knot of custom; while, furthermore, it is true of all that propinquity
-works wonders. We come by degrees to like what we live with; and
-discover merits on long acquaintance that a shorter one would not
-reveal.
-
-White rats and mice, for instance; they make delightful pets. Thomas
-Bailey Aldrich says that he--no--that little Tom Bailey had white mice,
-and that Miss Abigail couldn’t bear them. It was lucky the thought
-never occurred to him of taming the common brown rats, or Miss Abigail
-would have had convulsions. Anything more uncanny, more utterly at
-variance with civilization, it would be hard to imagine. To see them,
-reconnoitering in cellar or back yard, so homely, fierce and shrewd,
-so seemingly untamable, full of device as the Old Serpent, and, like
-him, inspired with a wicked intelligence, is to feel half doubtful
-of their right to exist. And yet they can be tamed, and often have
-shown genuine affection for their tamers. They are fond of music,
-too--a trait of which the Pied Piper took advantage, to coax them out
-of Hamelin Town. In quite another way they were persuaded to leave
-Stilf--an exodus quite as strange as that from Hamelin, although less
-widely known, through lack of a Browning to put it in rhyme. The story
-is this:
-
-In 1519, in Tyrol (a time and place very credulous towards magic),
-lived a well-to-do peasant called Simon Fluss--that is, he formerly
-was well-to-do. Now, his prosperity had received a check--his crops
-were destroyed by field-rats. They ate the seeds, the young stems, the
-developed grain, until the farmer found himself face to face with ruin,
-and was fairly badgered into self-defense. Not, however, by traps or
-terriers did he uphold his rights; no, he brought the matter into a
-court of law. Notice was served duly, and a time appointed for hearing
-the case. Advocates were chosen for each side, witnesses were examined,
-and finally--all legal forms having been observed--judgment was passed
-to this effect:
-
-“Those noxious animals called field-rats, must, within two weeks,
-depart, and forever remain far aloof from the fields and meadows of
-Stilf.”
-
-Those who, from extreme youth or illness, were unable to travel so
-soon, had another two weeks allowed them. Where the rats went to, no one
-knows.
-
-The most remarkable friend of rats on record, is Susanna, Countess of
-Eglintoune, who died more than a hundred years ago, at the great age of
-ninety-one. She had a brilliant youth; natural distinction, beauty and
-wit combined to make her the brightest star in the society where she
-moved. In old age, still beautiful and witty, she tried the effect of
-her charms on rats, as before on human beings, and with equal success.
-A sliding panel was constructed in the oak wainscot of her dining-room;
-and the great feature of the day was when, at a certain stage of the
-dinner, she would first tap loudly on the panel, then open it. Obedient
-to the signal, a dozen fat, comfortable rats would emerge, and join her
-at table. After a bountiful meal of such things as are dear to rats,
-the tap would be repeated, the panel opened, and back would go her
-long-tailed guests, even as they had come, with perfect decorum.
-
-One rat lived a long time with the naturalist Buckland, and became
-quite domesticated, wandering at will around the study, examining books
-and papers, and helping himself from the sugar-bowl. As he was too
-modest, or too shy to eat before folks, and as a space of nearly two
-feet separated the table with the sugar from the mantel where stood
-his cage, Mr. Buckland put up a little ladder. The rat easily learned
-to climb it, even when loaded with plunder. Judy, a small marmoset,
-inhabited the same mantel, and the pair had a reprehensible fashion of
-stealing each other’s food.
-
-Buckland’s pets being as various as his interests, the house was full
-of them, and a queer lot they were! Joe, a pet hare, also occupied the
-study, but being averse to civilization, he would hide by day, and
-only come out at night, hopping across the room--if he thought himself
-unobserved--to the fire-place, where he would sit up on his legs, so as
-“to warm his white waistcoat.”
-
-Tiglath-Pileser was a bear, who for a short period attended college
-with his master, went boating with him, and to parties, and like him
-wore cap and gown. He once was present at a meeting of the British
-association in Oxford, and had the honor of being introduced to Sir
-Charles Lyell, and the Prince of Canino. After so brilliant a career,
-it is doubly sad to relate that Tiglath-Pileser fell under the ban of
-the college authorities, and was rusticated for an indefinite period.
-He died some years ago at the Zoölogical Garden in London.
-
-Jenny (from Gibralter) and Jacko the Capuchin (from South America)
-were monkeys, and an unfailing source of diversion to Buckland and his
-friends. Jacko was very delicate, and each year, as winter approached,
-was provided by his master with a warm close-fitting dress. In spite
-of this care, he one year grew sickly and thin. Oil was prescribed for
-him, but refused, until by a happy thought he was allowed to steal
-it. Even theft, from a commonplace, safe saucer, grew monotonous; and
-erelong he was detected thieving his medicine at the risk of his life
-from a lighted lamp.
-
-Other interesting, if less amusing pets--an eagle, a jackal, countless
-marmots, dormice, squirrels, etc.--evince the interest felt by
-this lovable scientist in the objects of his study--an interest as
-affectionate as scientific. Indeed, it is very reassuring to find
-scientific people more often than otherwise the possessors of hearts as
-well as brains. Occasionally something happens to make us doubt their
-humanity, like the experiment of a modern physiologist, who, after
-teaching a dog to regard him as its friend, had it killed, and the
-blood of another dog transfused into its arteries. “No sooner was it
-injected,” we are told, “than the inert head became animated, the eyes
-opened, and on the Professor calling the dog by its name, it attempted
-to answer with a caressing look.” Surely, as with Desdemona, that
-last look of ill-rewarded affection will rise in judgment against the
-experimenter!
-
-[Illustration: SALLY.
-
-(_Zoölogical Gardens, London._)]
-
-A greater physiologist, Professor Agassiz, would not have pets. He
-must experiment, and he said that when he came to feel for an animal
-the affection of intimacy, experiment became impossible. And then, when
-it was a question of experiment, a good fortune, peculiar to himself,
-attended him--whatever he wanted was sure to turn up, whether a rare
-specimen or common one; whether bird or insect, fish or reptile. Birds,
-indeed, were his familiar friends, and he had a faculty of taming them
-not unlike that of Madame George Sand. Snakes, too, were friendly; and
-I have myself seen him put his hand in the water, and a little fish
-move tranquilly back and forth between his outspread fingers. If he
-had lived in the time of those great primeval creatures--mammoths,
-pterodactyls, and the like--he certainly would have been on friendly
-terms with them.
-
-It may be said in passing that the first skeleton of a pterodactyl ever
-seen was discovered by an English woman--Mary Anning of Lyme-Regis.
-She became a capital geologist, and made many important “finds.” Her
-assistant, although devoted, and, to her, invaluable, is not so well
-known, being only--a little dog! He was, so long as he lived, the
-companion of her walks; and when she found a valuable specimen embedded
-in the rocks, would stand guard until she could get it removed, sharing
-faithfully in her toil, and grudging her none of the glory.
-
-Very little appreciated in general are pigs! Pork is one thing, the pig
-another. The merits of pork are well understood; the merits of Piggy
-doubtful. Charles Lamb could sing with delicious enthusiasm the praises
-of roast pig--that “young and tender suckling, under a moon old,
-guiltless as yet of the sty”; but if he had been asked to take Piggy,
-unroasted, alive, into his good graces, he probably would have declined
-with a shrug.
-
-But still, to a degree, the pig is appreciated. Jerrold’s sketch,
-called “The Manager’s Pig,” had a foundation in fact. The manager of
-a London theater, anxious for novelty, had a play written expressly
-to bring a pig upon the stage. It was very successful, and after a
-run of forty nights, it was suggested that the principal actor should
-be prepared for the manager’s table, and the other actors invited to
-partake. Whether this was done I cannot learn. A poor reward, indeed,
-for Piggy--the glory of being eaten!
-
-The old poet, Robert Herrick, had a pet pig, and did not find his
-affection for it at all inconsistent with writing lovely verses to
-violets, daffodils, roses and fair maidens. Sir Walter Scott had a
-similar pet; so had Miss Martineau, and so had Lord Gardenstone, of
-legal fame, who cultivated his favorite’s society to a degree quite
-unusual. In its pigdom it followed him everywhere, and even shared his
-bed. But, says Chambers, “when it attained the mature years and size
-of swinedom, this, of course, was inconvenient. However, his lordship,
-unwilling to part with his friend, continued to let it sleep in the
-same room, and, when he undressed, laid his clothes upon the floor as a
-bed for it. He said that he liked it, for it kept his clothes warm till
-the morning!”
-
-This was even outdoing Mr. Hawker, the clergyman, whose eccentric
-ways have been so delightfully described by Baring-Gould. Gyp, a
-black Berkshire pig, was one of his eccentricities. Being daily
-washed and curried, it grew up cleanly and intelligent, and followed
-its master exactly like a dog. It even followed him into ladies’
-drawing-rooms--not always to the satisfaction of those present. In this
-case, he would order it to go home, and it would obey, slinking off
-with an air of conscious disgrace, and its tail hanging limply, out of
-curl.
-
-Gyp was not the only pet at the vicarage; birds, horses, a pair of
-stags and a family party of nine cats added considerable variety to
-the good clergyman’s life. Especially the cats! They convoyed him, like
-a bodyguard, to and from church, and either frisked in the chancel
-during service, or, rubbing up against him, purred an accompaniment to
-his prayers. One black-letter Sunday the best-loved cat of all yielded
-to temptation--forgetful of the day, she caught a mouse! Never again
-was this sinner allowed to enter the church its conduct had disgraced;
-hereafter, eight cats only formed their master’s escort--the ninth
-staid at home in solitary shame.
-
-How delighted Mr. Hawker would have been with a squirrel which was once
-chronicled in the New York Tribune. Its owner is a member of the great
-family Anonymous, but, thanks to his humorous, sympathetic observation,
-the personality of his(?) pet is more distinct. “He began life,” says
-the Unknown, “by tumbling out of the nest when an infant. He fell into
-the hands of my nephew, then at Harvard, and lived in his pockets. He
-could be put to sleep at any moment if made to stand on his head--which
-was odd but convenient. He always went to recitation, which must have
-been very gratifying to the professors.”
-
-The little fellow had a moral nature as well as keen wits, and knew
-perfectly well when he was doing wrong.
-
-“His chief sin was tearing off slivers of wall-paper. I would then pick
-him up and say, ‘Oh, you naughty squirrel! what have you been doing?’
-and carry him round the room. When I got near the place, his guilty
-conscience invariably compelled him to shriek. Then I would flick his
-nose, and say, ‘Go away, naughty squirrel!’ and he would fly to a
-corner of the room, and fling himself on his stomach, with his fore and
-hind legs stretched out to their extreme length, and his bushy tail
-curled over his back and down his nose, to conceal his shame.”
-
-Once he was ill for several weeks, and his teeth grew so long that in
-order to save his life it became necessary to take him to a dentist. He
-kicked furiously, but the operation was successful. “Although not much
-hurt, his rage and indignation at the whirligig thing dentists use were
-unbounded, and his shrieks brought people in from the streets to know
-what was happening.”
-
-The fate of this amusing patient we are not told.
-
-From the squirrel to the despised skunk is no very long step, nor is it
-an unpleasant one--popular prejudice to the contrary. One gentleman,
-at least, has had the courage to study its habits, and to introduce a
-number of young skunks into his home. At different times he had ten.
-From some he removed the scent-bags, but the majority retained them,
-and behaved with the utmost propriety. They were coaxing, kittenish
-little creatures, and responded to his caresses with delightful
-readiness.
-
-Crowley--late favorite in Central Park--was a chimpanzee of enlarged
-culture. He was often photographed, and once was painted by the artist
-J. H. Beard. He “took his reg’lar meals,” used spoon and napkin with
-propriety, understood the meaning of plate and cup, drank from a glass,
-and when his meal was ended, would assist digestion by a series of
-gymnastics, before which the feats of Milo pale. Like royalty of old,
-he dined in public, and a crowd was always present to witness the
-ceremony.
-
-Sally, who adorned the London “Zoo,” had not been so well trained in
-table refinements; but in other respects was quite as remarkable as
-Crowley. She seemed to understand every look and tone of her keeper;
-she performed many knowing little tricks, had a keen sense of humor,
-and crowned her achievements one day by sitting for her photograph. I
-remember her in exactly this pose, mutely examining with great critical
-eyes the crowd of visitors, and I could not help wishing I knew her
-thoughts. But she kept them to herself, and only by an occasional
-snicker did she betray the fact that we amused her.
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-Among the famous people who have interested themselves in hares may
-be mentioned the dashing Prince Rupert (Boy’s master), and the shy,
-melancholy poet, Cowper. The association was doubtless accidental
-with the Prince; but with Cowper it was the result of strong natural
-sympathy between himself and these timid creatures of the woodland.
-He contributed to the Gentleman’s Magazine, I believe, a delightful
-account of his pets; and was almost childishly pleased by the present
-of their picture, drawn for him by a friend.
-
-[Illustration: _Cowper’s Tame Hares._]
-
-“They look exactly like other hares,” said an undiscriminating lady;
-but the poet did not agree with her; for him each had its differing
-ways and whims, its own individuality. Little Puss, for instance,
-grew quite tame, was affectionate, and grateful for kindness; while
-Tiney would not suffer the slightest caress--being gruff and surly, a
-little Diogenes in fur; and Bess never had to be tamed, but was docile
-from the first, and took a humorous delight in playing tricks on her
-companions. Bess died young, surly Tiney lived nine years; and Puss,
-the best beloved of all, died of a hare’s old age when within a month
-of completing his twelfth year. Deep was his master’s grief; long and
-sincere his mourning.
-
-The slow tortoise has had almost as many friends as the agile hare, but
-none more famous than Mr. Gilbert White of Selborne. In 1770, while
-visiting an old friend, he observed in her garden a land tortoise,
-which had been there, she told him, for the last thirty years. Timothy,
-the pet’s name, spent nearly half of his life in retirement, but in the
-other half had learned to recognize his mistress and to come at her
-call. On her death, some ten years later, he passed into the possession
-of Mr. White; and in March was dug out of the ground to accompany his
-new master to Selborne. He took the transfer in high dudgeon; so much
-so that immediately on arriving he went into winter quarters again,
-and staid there until May. The fourteenth of this month he walked out
-in the garden, and found it more to his mind than he expected, with
-nice paths, soft, short grass, and plenty of succulent vegetables. He
-gained rapidly in health and spirits, and after a few months was able
-to dictate a letter for Miss Mulso, a letter almost as good as that of
-little Nero to Carlyle.
-
-After telling her that by birth he was a Virginian, and that he had
-been kidnapped into England, he speaks of his happy life with the
-lady now deceased, as contrasted with the disquietude he suffers in
-having a naturalist for a master, and being all the time a subject
-for experiments. “Your sorrowful reptile, Timothy,” he concludes.
-What became of him eventually, I cannot say. Turtles are proverbially
-long lived; but if Timothy is dead let us trust that he left a small
-reptilian ghost, still to wander through the garden of his fame.
-
-Quite famous in their day were the chameleons of Mlle. de Saudéry, a
-seventeenth century novelist. One of the kindest-hearted women in
-France, she was continually giving to the poor, or appealing for the
-distressed; so that her fame to-day rests rather upon her charities
-than her writings. Her chameleons excited much curiosity, and strangers
-went to see them, as one of the sights of the city. The last glimpse we
-get of them in history is a post-mortem one, in 1698, when Dr. Martin
-Lister visited Paris, and called upon the venerable novelist--then in
-her ninety-first year. She made herself very agreeable, and finally,
-he says, took him to her closet and showed him “the skeletons of two
-chameleons which she had kept near four years alive. In winter she
-lodged them in cotton, and in the fiercest weather kept them under a
-ball of copper filled with hot water.”
-
-The good lady would have sympathized with Antonia, Mark Antony’s
-beautiful daughter, who petted the murenæ in her fish-ponds, and of one
-in particular became so fond that she fastened gold ear-rings to its
-head--a favor the poor fish could well have spared.
-
-Washington Irving upheld the right of harmless snakes to live in peace;
-and a pretty story is told of his preventing a guest from killing
-a little striped adder--pointing the lesson of tolerance by gently
-stroking his protégé.
-
-The great Goethe was in full accord with this feeling. He kept a
-snake for some months, feeding it himself, and caring for it, until
-his interest, scientific at first, became personal and affectionate.
-The creature became quite friendly, and would uprear its head in
-recognition, whenever the master approached.
-
-The poet’s mother once alluded to his favorite--rather femininely--as
-“a nasty thing.” “Oh,” said her son, “if the snake would but spin
-himself a house, and turn into a butterfly to oblige her, we should
-hear no more about ‘nasty things.’ But we can’t all be butterflies....
-Poor snake! they should treat you better. How he looks at me! how he
-rears his head! Is it not as if he knew that I was taking his part?”
-
-Perhaps, however, even Irving and Goethe, despite their theories, would
-have shrunk from the extraordinary pet which Sir Joseph Banks kept in
-his library, much to the horror of unsuspecting guests. It was, in
-fact, a boa-constrictor!
-
-People of contemplative habits, who enjoy a quiet life among their
-books, and hate mortally the intrusion of broom or duster, are very apt
-to be interested in spiders. These insects have the same meditative
-disposition, and an equal aversion to housemaids. The wise Spinoza
-spent his odd moments in training them to recognize signals, and to
-have little combats with each other. Magliabecchi, the old Florentine
-librarian, had a similar fancy. From morning till night, from night
-till morning, year in, year out, he might be found reclining in a sort
-of wooden cradle, immovably fixed among piles of books and manuscripts;
-and which, in course of time, was further anchored to the surrounding
-objects by strands of cobweb. Here he lived, reading volume after
-volume with insatiable zeal, eating quantities of hard-boiled eggs, and
-cautioning whoever called upon him not to trouble his dear spiders!
-
-Such intimacy would never have suited Fourier, who was horribly
-frightened one morning as he lay in bed, by seeing a small spider
-on the ceiling above him. Up he sprang; but instead of dressing,
-or dislodging the intruder with a broom, he ran from room to room,
-screaming for help. “Quick! hurry!” cried the poor reformer; “do
-somebody take it away quick!”
-
-The most famous, and undoubtedly the best-known patrons of spiders, are
-Mahomet and Robert Bruce. Of the former it is told that he once fled,
-hotly pursued by foes, and concealed himself in a cave. Straightway,
-an obliging spider threw his web across the entrance; so that when the
-enemy came up, seeing it, they said, “No one has been here--for behold
-the unbroken web!” and carried the search elsewhere. Thus the Prophet
-escaped, and good Mahometans have honored the race of Webspinner since
-that day.
-
-The story of Bruce is equally pleasant. The weary king was about to
-give up the struggle for his rights, when encouraged by the efforts of
-a patient little spider, to “try again,” he did so--this time saving
-both life and kingdom.
-
-In the Cricket on the Hearth, Charles Dickens spread the fame of that
-friendly little creature far and near. But long before his day, the
-eccentric Lord Byron (uncle to the poet) had diverted his bitter old
-age by the study of its ways. Human society, except that of a few
-servants, he would none of; but for hours together would lie upon the
-ground, playing with the crickets he had tamed, making them perform
-tricks, and--if they displeased him--whipping them with little wisps of
-hay.
-
-From so moody and misanthropic an old gentleman, it is a pleasure to
-turn to a lady now living--an artist--who cultivates crickets on social
-principles, and reaps duly a large social reward.
-
-The following account of her pets has been sent by a friend.
-
-“The crickets of Miss C----’s studio days were considered such a
-curiosity that she had letters from California and all over the
-country, asking about them and the care of them. Her end and aim was
-to raise crickets from the eggs, laid in glass globes in the studio,
-that would sing in the winter, when all the summer crickets were
-frozen up in the fields, beneath the snow; crickets to sing to her all
-through the long winter nights, when the wind would be howling down the
-chimney, and the sleet beating against the windows.
-
-“Years and years gave no success, beyond a few, that were sure to
-die before the end of January; but at last, just the winter before
-she married, there was one sweet singer which made music for her all
-winter long, and which she trained to sing in the ruffle of her neck.
-Better yet, it liked to sit and sing in the ruffle at her left wrist,
-while the hand kept very quiet, holding the mahl-stick at the easel.
-Meanwhile, Toodles, the immense maltese trained cat, would sing an
-accompaniment from the rug before the open grate fire.”
-
-Now is not that a picture of cheery cosiness and comfort! I trust the
-lady will pardon her separation from other artists and their pets, in
-consideration of the pleasant glow her open studio door lets shine upon
-the Odd Set.
-
-[Illustration: Helix Desertorum]
-
-Who would ever think of a snail becoming famous? Such is the case,
-however; and in the Museum of Natural History, at South Kensington, the
-very hero may be seen of whom we write. Also his portrait, together
-with his story, enlivens the pages of Dr. Woodward’s Manual of the
-Mollusca, under the heading of _Helix Desertorum_. He was brought with
-other specimens, in 1846, from Egypt; and having so withdrawn into his
-shelly house that it seemed empty, was gummed to a piece of cardboard,
-numbered, named, and placed in the museum. Here he lay for four years,
-in a kind of Rip Van Winkle slumber, his very existence unknown, until
-in 1850 he woke, and tried to walk off from the card. But to do this,
-he must have abandoned his well-gummed house, and such a sacrifice
-was not to be thought of. So he snoozed again, until an inquisitive
-scientist noticed his footprints, immersed him in warm water, and thus
-at length released him from “durance vile.” His picture was drawn, his
-history noted, and then--no higher distinction being possible for a
-snail--he was disposed of, let us say. He ceased to be, and only his
-shell remains.
-
-A yet more wonderful pet has lately died in Edinburgh at the age of
-certainly sixty years, and very possibly more. Its name was Granny,
-and it was a sea-anemone. Found on the wild Berwickshire coast, in
-Scotland, in 1828, it remained with its discoverer until 1854, and then
-passed into the care of Prof. Flemming. By him it was placed in the
-Botanic Garden of Edinburgh, and there lived a peaceful if monotonous
-life. Every two weeks it was given half a mussel, which was the only
-food it required. But lack of incident was no drawback to fame; and,
-like “Helix desertorum,” Granny was sketched, described, and visited.
-More wonderful yet, it possessed an album, wherein famous visitors
-inscribed their names, and whose autographic treasures will long
-commemorate the tranquil fascinations of Granny!
-
-With these odd characters may be counted Sir John Lubbock’s wasp.
-We usually think of wasps, in the language of a modern humorist, as
-little creatures, very inflammable in their nature, and hasty in
-their conclusions, or end. The wasp in question seems to have been
-gentler-tempered or milder-mannered than the majority of her race; and
-came to be on sociable terms with her scientific friend. Like so many
-pets, she was short-lived. “In her last hours,” says Sir John, “she
-would take no food, though she still moved her legs, wings and abdomen.
-The following day, I offered her food for the last time, but both head
-and thorax were dead or paralyzed; she could but wag her tail. So far
-as I could judge, her death was quite painless, and she now occupies a
-place in the British Museum.”
-
-The quaintest, most pathetic pet in history, I take it, was the fly,
-which set out--very gaily, no doubt--with other flies, in a ship bound
-to Spitzbergen. One by one, with the increasing cold, his companions
-perished, until at last he was left alone. It was no great comfort
-that the sailors cherished him as never fly was cherished before; and
-erelong, despite the tenderest care, he turned over on his back and
-died. He was honored with burial, and even with tears, as the last
-frail link, at home’s antipodes, with home.
-
-To conclude this Odd Set, there can hardly be anything odder than the
-story of a toad with which formerly I was well acquainted. His summer
-residence was the shady, cool brick floor of a kitchen porch, with a
-cistern conveniently set in one corner. He was a portly, contemplative
-fellow, and had no objection to receiving flies from the human race. It
-was his habit to come out from retirement towards evening, and sitting
-on the well-curb, imbibe the evening air and insects. On one of these
-occasions he was seen by a grave college professor and a student of
-strong experimental bias who--noticing the June fireflies sparkling all
-around--were seized with the desire to give him a light meal.
-
-It was quite to his taste, and he swallowed a number of flies. But even
-his capacious stomach had a limit, and when it could accommodate no
-more, he sat motionless and pensive on the curb. And then there was a
-curious sight. He had absorbed the fireflies so rapidly, that though
-imprisoned, they were still alive; and, beginning to glow, they turned
-their captor into a kind of Chinese lantern. Actually, he was lit up
-from within, and a soft luminousness shone through his thin membranous
-throat. Erelong the glow ceased--the “slaves of the lamp” were dead. It
-was an uncanny, goblin-like sight; but my own sympathies, I confess,
-were rather with the lights than the lantern.
-
-
-
-
-_IX._
-
-_MILITARY PETS._
-
-
-
-
-IX.
-
-MILITARY PETS.
-
-
-Ælian tells us that among the Greeks at Marathon fought one soldier who
-had a favorite hound. As the two were friends and fellow-soldiers in
-life, so in death they still lay side by side upon that immortal battle
-field. And, says Ælian, their effigies were placed together on the
-memorial tablet, to the end that their fame might live long after their
-bodies were dust.
-
-Was it not finely done--to commemorate with the man that died for his
-country the animal that died for his master?
-
-There have been many similar instances of canine devotion; yet it
-must be confessed that with dogs as with men, less lofty motives
-occasionally lead them into war. A restless, happy-go-lucky turn of
-mind has inspired many a four-footed one with the wish to be a soldier,
-and carried him with credit through the campaigns.
-
-Pure adventurousness animated Bobby, a pet of the Scotch Fusileers, and
-gave him a fame out of all proportion to the small body now preserved
-in the United Service Museum in London.
-
-In this curious and little known collection there are many interesting
-objects--from the sword which Cromwell used with such fatal energy at
-Drogheda, to a petticoat once worn by Queen Elizabeth. Why the latter
-should be in a military museum it is hard to say, unless, indeed, it is
-regarded in the light of feminine armor. But Bobby’s right to be there
-is indefeasible. A dog of war, he can rest better nowhere than amidst
-the military surroundings so dear to him in life. Very sagacious he
-looks, seated dog-fashion on his haunches, and gazing alertly forward
-with a knowing cock of the head.
-
-Of low degree--a mere butcher’s dog--he nevertheless, like Napoleon,
-possessed a great soul in a little body. All he needed to rise from
-the ranks was an opportunity, and erelong it came. When, in the spring
-of 1853, a battalion of the Scots Fusileer Guards was stationed at
-Windsor, Bobby began to haunt the barracks. The butcher, his master,
-came for him several times and took him home, only to find his place
-vacant again the next day. He yielded at last to the inevitable, and
-Bobby went his way without hindrance. A soldier he would be; a soldier
-he was; and, as his True History relates, never failed to be first on
-parade, and was always ready to forage. In 1854 he embarked on the
-Simoon with his friends for the Crimea. The first day out, he came near
-being thrown overboard as a vagrant, but being claimed by the entire
-battalion, was allowed to stay.
-
-[Illustration: BOBBY, THE DOG WHO WOULD BE A SOLDIER.]
-
-He served at Malta, Scutari and Varna; was returned as missing from the
-Alma, but reappeared in time for the wild battle storm of Balaklava.
-Surviving this, he was heard of next at Inkermann, where he proved his
-courage by chasing spent cannon balls over the bloody field. A medal
-rewarded this feat, and was worn by him suspended from a collar of
-Fusileer buttons linked together in a chain. He was present at several
-other battles; and when, after the fall of Sebastopol, the battalion
-returned to England, Bobby marched into London at its head--the
-observed of all observers.
-
-And now it might be supposed that he would rest on his laurels and grow
-old in peace. Alas! he had escaped from Balaklava only to meet destiny
-in London. In 1860 he was run over by a cart, and instantly killed.
-Some say it was a butcher’s cart--which would imply a certain prosaic
-justice in his fate--the profession he had scorned thus avenging itself.
-
-The poodle Moustache enhanced the glories of the Consulate and Empire.
-He was present at Marengo and at Jena; he once detected a spy; he saved
-several lives; and finally, at Austerlitz, when the standard-bearer
-of his regiment fell mortally wounded, he sprang forward, seized the
-colors from the very grasp of the enemy, and bore them in triumph to
-his fellow-soldiers. It was the deed of a hero, and its recompense
-was such as heroes love. Maréchal Lannes received Moustache upon the
-field of battle, praised him, thanked him in the name of all, and then,
-bending down, fastened to his neck--the cross of the Legion of Honor!
-
-Another dog of war was Pincher, who accompanied the Forty-second
-Highlanders. In the days when Napoleon’s empire hung trembling in the
-balance, this valiant terrier threw his own small influence into the
-scale against him, and gallantly barked and capered at Quatre Bras
-until wounded by a ball. Even then he refused to leave, and waited
-on the field for his friends. Somewhat later he charged with the
-Forty-second at Waterloo, came off unhurt from that tremendous field,
-entered Paris with the allies, and in 1818 brought his laurels home
-to Scotland. As in Bobby’s case, accident closed the life which the
-chances of war had spared: while out rabbit-hunting, poor Pincher by
-mistake was shot.
-
-Then there was Dash, who served in the Royal African Corps, and made
-it his special mission to examine the sentry rounds, and wake up any
-sentinel who might be napping at his post. Many a drowsy soldier had
-occasion to thank him, and he remained chief favorite with the corps
-until his death.
-
-Dogs have distinguished themselves in the navy as well as on land. Sir
-John Carr tells the story of a Newfoundland on the English ship Nymph.
-During an engagement with the French ship Cleopatra, the men at first
-tried to keep their pet below. In vain; he escaped them, and ran up
-on deck, barking furiously, with every sign of warlike rage. When the
-Cleopatra struck her colors, he was among the foremost to board her,
-and promenaded her deck with a proud and lofty air, as one who felt
-that his share in the victory was not small.
-
-Another Newfoundland, well named Victor, served on the Bellona, in the
-battle of Copenhagen. So courageous and cheerful was his mien amidst
-flying balls and smoke and roar of cannon, that the men could not
-refrain from cheering him, even in the hottest of the action. After
-peace was signed at Amiens and the troops were paid off, the men of the
-Bellona had a farewell dinner on shore.
-
-Honorably mindful of their four-footed comrade, seat and plate were
-kept for Victor at the table. And there he sat, dignified and sedate,
-among the veterans, sharing their roast beef and plum-pudding. They
-drank his health, too, and doubtless he responded in his own fashion to
-the toast. Finally, the bill was made out in his proper name, and--but
-here the parallel with human “diners out” ceases. It was settled by an
-adoring crowd of friends.
-
-Another naval hero was Admiral Collingwood’s Bounce, who barked
-stoutly through various battles, and who to undoubted courage joined
-no inconsiderable amount of vanity. After his master was raised to
-the peerage, Bounce put on all the airs which the sensible admiral
-had dispensed with--behaving, said the latter, as though he, too, had
-become a “right honorable.”
-
-But the most delightful dog of war within my knowledge is little Toutou
-of the French Zouaves. Once upon a time, when they were to leave France
-for Genoa, an order was passed, forbidding dogs on shipboard. Fancy
-the dismay of these pet-loving soldiers! What could be done? Each man,
-as his name was called, had to pass into the ship by a narrow gangway,
-with officers stationed at each end; and to conceal a dog under such
-circumstances was clearly impossible. At this crisis some inventive
-genius suggested unscrewing the drums, and concealing within them as
-many as possible of their pets. No sooner thought of than done; and so
-far, well. But now, like a thunderbolt out of a serene sky, came the
-horrid order: “Let the regiment embark to the sound of fife and drum!”
-
-There was no escape; the drums must be beat, and they were.
-Simultaneously with the sound, and smothering it, arose a lengthened,
-ear-piercing howl.
-
-“What! Where!” cried the officers in consternation.
-
-No sign of a dog anywhere, yet the louder the drums resounded the
-louder swelled the canine chorus. At last a spaniel fell out of an
-imperfectly screwed drum, and the stratagem was revealed. Then, amidst
-roars of laughter, each drummer was obliged to advance alone, and beat
-his instrument. If there was an answering howl, the drum was at once
-unscrewed and its occupant ejected.
-
-Only one dog ran the gauntlet successfully, and this was Toutou. Again
-and again the drum was struck in which he lay concealed, but only its
-own reverberations answered, and the drummer passed unsuspected. Once
-fairly out at sea, his pet was released. He remained with the Third
-Zouaves throughout the war; and when at its close they entered Paris,
-who should be seen proudly marching at their head but Toutou, the dog
-whom the drum-taps could not scare!
-
-A dog-loving soldier in our own army was the Hungarian General
-Asboth, a man of indomitable fire and courage. “Stilled, saddened,
-but not bitter,” says Mrs. Frémont, “he held fast to his faith in the
-progress of liberty. It was only natural that stray dogs should meet
-with kindness from him.” Two special favorites, York and Cream, were
-afterwards left by him to this lady’s care. Anything canine was dear to
-his heart:
-
-    “Mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
-    And cur of low degree,”
-
-and it came to be well understood in camp that all stray dogs were
-to be brought to the general. He was a noticeable figure, riding the
-rounds in a suit of white linen and great cavalry boots, with a noisy
-four-footed retinue at his heels.
-
-From an eye-witness comes the following story. General Asboth returned
-one day from a scouting expedition with a bullet through his shoulder;
-and as there had been little fighting up to this time, the accident was
-a great event. There happened to be in camp a young volunteer captain
-of engineers on “detached duty.” Swelling with a pleasant sense of his
-own importance, he thought proper at this crisis to call and offer his
-services. The old general thanked him: “Mine own officers are very
-good,” said he; “they do everythings for me. But, Captain, there is
-a thing; if you would go through the camp and find my little dog-pup
-which was stole, I would be so much obliged.”
-
-This chance of distinction was not appreciated. “At last accounts,”
-said my informant, “he had not yet begun to search for the ‘little
-dog-pup,’ and the remarks he made in private were quite frightful to
-hear.”
-
-From Asboth to Frémont is a natural transition. They were friends and
-comrades; they had in common the traits of courage and enthusiasm; they
-had a like disdain of pettiness, and capacity for silent endurance; and
-they had also, as you might expect in natures so sound at core, a great
-affection for animals.
-
-“For ourselves,” writes Mrs. Frémont, “dogs have always been part
-of the family. I do not know, indeed, how boys can be happy without
-them.... To the General some of ours were friends and companions,
-especially a noble staghound, Thor. They walked together, they could
-talk together; a sort of Indian sign-language belonging with old
-experiences made Mr. Frémont proficient in sign and eye language, and
-Thor knew that.
-
-“Thor’s father, Thor the First, belonged to Charlotte Cushman, and for
-years was part of the hunt in the Campagna around Rome. She brought her
-dog home, and thinking death near her, gave it to a friend of mine who
-had a beautiful Scotch deer-hound of pure breed, Sheila by name. Sheila
-had been given to my friend’s brother-in-law, an officer on duty in
-Arizona, at Yuma, by an Englishman who came there intending to hunt.
-Fancy hounds coursing over that cactus!
-
-“Our Thor was son to the traveled Sheila and Miss Cushman’s dog, who
-had traveled also, but in civilized places. We took him with us to
-Arizona, and there he died, of fever partly, partly of old age, for
-he was eleven, and hounds give out young. He was nearly human in
-intelligence--more than human in loyal attachment and undeviating
-memory. He and Pluto, a thorough-bred coursing hound, were the two who
-were longest with and closest to the whole family.
-
-“Pluto was own cousin to Master Magrath, the famous hound. He was a
-gentler nature every way than Thor, who was grand, dignified, without
-attachments or associates except in his (our) own family; reserved, and
-withdrawing himself from all attentions--even those of our friends.
-Yet he had intense devotion to the General, to both my sons, and to
-my daughter, and was very fond of me too, but in an indulgent sort of
-way, because I belonged with the rest. He had sense and a faithful
-heart. The latter gave him great pain; for to a dog you cannot explain
-that a parting is not necessarily final; and it was saddening to see
-his distress when the General would go away in Arizona. And when
-after weeks or months he returned, there was always a general rush to
-move small tables, etc., out of range, for Thor would go wild over
-him, leaping up to lick his face, jumping wildly about him, putting
-his great paws on the General’s shoulders, and rubbing his grizzled
-muzzle against the General’s face, with cries almost human, and
-painful, hysterical joy. Everything had to give way to him. He had
-to be petted and quieted down like an excited baby; but even in his
-sleep, afterwards, he would cry out and quiver all over, and the waking
-would be a subdued repetition of the first joy. Thor’s name is never
-carelessly mentioned even now, six years after his death.”
-
-Mrs. Frémont has also commemorated, in her “Story of the Guard,” a
-little terrier named Corporal, which belonged to the band of gallant
-young men known as General Frémont’s Body-Guard. He was not pure-bred,
-but that did not matter--sense and fidelity being happily independent
-of birth. He had joined the Guards while they were in camp at St.
-Louis, became a general favorite, and when they made their splendid
-charge at Springfield, Mo., charged with them. The wild dash over, he
-remained on the field all night with a wounded soldier, sped away for
-help when morning dawned, coaxed and pulled until he persuaded a man to
-follow, and thus succeeded in saving his friend’s life. In memory of
-this brave deed the men bought him a collar, bright as red leather and
-silver could make it, with the inscription:
-
-  CORPORAL,
-  THE BODY-GUARD’S DOG.
-  Springfield, Oct., 1861.
-
-But although dogs are such good soldiers, they are no braver than
-horses; while Pussy, their hereditary rival, keeps fairly abreast with
-them in war as in peace. The Grenadiers’ Cat was contemporary with
-Bobby, a courageous sharer in several hard-fought battles, and one
-of the lamented slain at Balaklava. Another regimental cat was found
-by Colonel Stuart Wortley, after the storming of the Malakoff, with
-one foot pinned to the earth by a bayonet. He took her to a surgeon,
-who dressed the wounded paw; and after her recovery, adopting her
-preserver, she used to follow the colonel “all over the camp, with her
-tail carried stiff in the air.”
-
-Deer, and even lambs, have served in the army with credit, we are told.
-One military deer “liked biscuit. But he always knew if a biscuit had
-been breathed on, and if it had he would not touch it. He was very fond
-of music, and used to march in front of the band. Sometimes a person
-would come in between him and the band, and he would seem to be quite
-cross about it.”
-
-An unusual pet, which like the king never dies, is the goat of the
-Royal Welsh Fusileers. When one goat ceases to be, another immediately
-succeeds him. The incumbent now, alas! deceased, and whose portrait
-is given here, was a fine white Billy from the royal herd at Windsor,
-presented to the regiment by the queen. Apropos of his decease, an
-officer wrote at some length in the London Graphic concerning these
-famous goats. He quoted from the Military Antiquities of Grose, showing
-them to be an ancient institution.
-
-“The Royal Regiment of Welsh Fusileers has the privileged honor of
-passing in review preceded by a goat with gilded horns and adorned with
-ringlets of flowers; and although this may not come immediately under
-the denomination of a reward of merit, yet the corps values itself much
-on the ancientness of the custom.
-
-[Illustration: THE DEER THAT MARCHED AHEAD.]
-
-“Every first of March, being the anniversary of their tutular saint,
-David, the officers give a splendid entertainment to their Welsh
-brethren; and after the cloth is taken away a bumper is filled round to
-H. R. H. the Prince of Wales, whose health is always drunk the first on
-that day; the band playing the old tune of ‘The Noble Race of Shenkin,’
-when a handsome drummer-boy, elegantly dressed, mounted on the goat,
-richly caparisoned for the occasion, is led thrice round the table in
-procession by the drum-major.
-
-“It happened in 1775, in Boston, that the animal gave such a spring
-from the floor that he dropped his rider upon the table, and then
-bounding over the heads of some officers, he ran to the barracks with
-all his trappings, to the no small joy of the garrison.”
-
-The officer goes on to say that “the same goat which threw the drummer
-accompanied the regiment into action at Bunker’s Hill, when the Welsh
-Fusileers had all their officers except one placed _hors de combat_.
-What became of the Bunker’s Hill goat, we do not know; nor can we
-say how many successors he had between the years 1775 and 1844. In
-the latter year the regimental goat died, and to compensate the
-Twenty-third for its loss, Her Majesty presented the regiment with
-two of the finest goats belonging to a flock--the gift of the Shah of
-Persia--in Windsor Park. Since that date the queen has continued to
-supply the Royal Welsh Fusileers with goats as occasion has required.
-Billy--‘Her Majesty’s Goat,’ as he is styled--bears between his horns a
-handsome silver shield or frontlet, surrounded by the Prince of Wales’
-plumes and motto, with the inscription: ‘The gift of Her Majesty, Queen
-Victoria, to the Royal Welsh Fusileers. A. D., MDCCCXLVI. _Duw a Cadwo
-y Frenhines._’
-
-[Illustration: THE WELSH FUSILEERS’ GOAT.]
-
-“Billy always marches at the head of his battalion, alongside of the
-drum-major.”
-
-From this account, it would almost seem as though Billy had a share in
-placing all his officers but one _hors de combat_ at Bunker’s Hill.
-If such was the case, then he undoubtedly contributed to the American
-victory on that occasion, and I do not see why a grateful nation should
-not place his portrait in the Old South. Billy as a corner-stone of
-American Independence--that is certainly a new side-light upon history!
-
-Of all creatures, the most unfit for war appear to be birds; yet they,
-too, have had their share of military vicissitudes and military fame.
-Geese have shown a genuine vocation for soldiering, and often have been
-seen waddling over a battle field with derisive composure, as though
-it were no more than a quarrelsome barnyard. The Romans honored them
-hardly less than their national eagle, ever after the geese of the
-Capitol gave the alarm, and enabled them to drive back the Gauls. If
-Rome was saved, to the geese was the glory!
-
-A modern goose for twenty-three years accompanied an Uhlan regiment,
-and yet another, Jacob by name, joined the Coldstream Guards in Canada.
-He had been living in the usual barnyard retirement of fowls when one
-evening, as he was returning home from a little trip outside, a fox
-gave chase. All would soon have been over with Jacob had he not spied
-a sentry near by and taken refuge between his feet. The fox was shot,
-and henceforth, so long as a sentry was stationed at this place, the
-grateful bird would join him on his beat.
-
-Some two months later he repaid his preserver by saving the latter’s
-life, when he in turn was attacked. Flying at the enemy, and beating
-his wings in their faces, he so disconcerted them that his friend was
-enabled to kill part and beat off the rest.
-
-A gold collar, with suitable inscription, was his reward; and Jacob, in
-high favor with all, accompanied the battalion to England. In London he
-shared its barracks and had a sentry-go of his own, until one luckless
-day he was run over by a cart and killed.
-
-A great contrast to Jacob, morally, was the raven Ralph, which Thomas
-Campbell saw in garrison at Chatham. He was one of those clever,
-swaggering, disreputable, yet kind-hearted rascals who so often enlist;
-who are always in hot water, and who, nevertheless, make many friends.
-Ralph had a fluent tongue, and his “Attention, Corporal!” “Turn out,
-Guard!” and “Sentry go!” often cheated the listeners. His wings had
-been clipped, but in other respects he enjoyed all the freedom his own
-reckless habits permitted; and when in an excess of curiosity he fell
-over into a water-butt and was drowned, there was general lamentation,
-as though he had been a very upright bird instead of an extremely
-depraved one.
-
-[Illustration: OLD ABE.]
-
-A pleasanter story is that of the little bantam cock which perched on
-the poop of Lord Rodney’s ship during a great battle with the French,
-flapping his wings and crowing shrill defiance. It is a pleasure to
-know that this tiny hero never figured on the dinner-table, but was
-carefully provided for so long as he lived, by the admiral’s special
-orders.
-
-There has been no more famous pet in our own military history than Old
-Abe, the eagle of the Eighth Wisconsin Regiment. From being at first
-the pet of a company, he rose to be the pet of a regiment, and finally
-of the nation, being supported at the public expense from the close of
-the war until his death. He has been photographed and painted; he has
-had his biography written; has been exhibited for the benefit of the
-Sanitary Commission, and was an honored guest in Philadelphia at the
-Centennial. More lucky in one respect than human celebrities--he was
-never annoyed by requests for his autograph!
-
-It is tame to say that in war he stood fire like a veteran; in truth,
-he thrilled with a wild excitement in battle. Its smoke and roar and
-carnage were his proper element. Borne always next to the regimental
-colors, his perch was seamed with bullets; and why he was not, the
-enemy’s sharpshooters could never tell. Sometimes he would soar high
-above the fighting, and, poised in mid-air like one of Homer’s deities,
-survey the fearful scene. He shared all the battles of the regiment,
-and died full of years and honors.
-
-Always beautiful and picturesque in his best estate, the horse is never
-more so than in connection with war. Here, more than elsewhere, except
-on the race-course, he has fame and a career. His interests no longer
-conflict with those of his master; the honor of each reflects credit on
-the other. As under different circumstances he might be an excellent
-carriage-horse, so now he is an excellent soldier, and knows “the keen
-delight of battle with his peers.”
-
-Achilles had his Chestnut, his Dapple, and his Spry; Hector, too, had
-his favorites--Whitefoot and Firefly; but far more famous and certainly
-more authentic, is Bucephalus, the horse of Alexander. Plutarch relates
-the whole beautiful story: how Philip of Macedon paid a great sum for
-the horse, only to find it quite unmanageable. Just as he was ordering
-its removal, the young Alexander, who had been watching the futile
-efforts of the grooms, begged leave to try his hand. By a method
-similar to Rarey’s--by gentleness, confidence and a firm hand--he won
-Bucephalus. Henceforth, the two were fast friends and fellow-soldiers.
-They fought together in Asia, accompanied part of the time at least by
-Peritas, a great Molossian hound. Once Bucephalus was captured by a
-party of barbarians, but they wisely surrendered him in time to avert
-the king’s vengeance.
-
-Wounded in the great battle with Porus, and worn out by age, this noble
-horse died in India on the banks of the Hydaspes. His monument was
-a city, built on the spot where he died, and named after him by his
-master. The pair are commemorated in various ancient works of art, of
-which the most notable is a great mosaic, now in Naples, representing
-the battle of Issus.
-
-Next to Bucephalus might be placed the black horse which Cæsar rode
-during his campaigns in Gaul. It had curiously divided hoofs, whence
-the augurs predicted good fortune to its rider; and, as though to
-preserve that fortune for one alone, it would let no one mount but
-Cæsar. Its after-fate is uncertain--except that the master of the world
-was not ungrateful, and placed the statue of his good servant before
-the temple of Venus in Rome. Possibly its history is summed up in the
-story Suetonius tells--that Cæsar ordered the horses which had served
-him in Gaul to be consecrated and maintained without labor the rest of
-their lives. Among them, it is more than likely, was the nameless steed
-of good augury.
-
-A thousand years later we find the famous Cid in Spain riding Bavieca
-to victory, and mindful of his horse’s welfare even in the hour of
-his own death. “When ye bury Bavieca, dig deep!” says Ruy Diaz, “for
-shameful thing were it that he should be eat by curs.”--“And this good
-horse lived two years and a half after the death of his master, and
-then he died also, having lived, according to the history, full forty
-years.”
-
-Yet another group of centuries, and what equine hero is this, standing
-firm as a rock, small, but deep-chested, in color a rich chestnut,
-and gazing at us with large velvety eyes?--who but Copenhagen, the
-war-horse of Wellington!
-
-A grandson of the great racer, Eclipse, he had wonderful powers of
-endurance, and combined good temper with sagacity. The Duke rode
-him for eighteen consecutive hours at Waterloo; and then, says he,
-“thinking how bravely my old horse had carried me all day, I could
-not help going up to his head, to tell him so by a few caresses. But,
-hang me, if when I was giving him a slap of approbation on the hind
-quarters, he did not fling out one of his hind legs with as much vigor
-as if he had been in stable for a couple of days!”
-
-After the war was over he was taken to Strathfieldsaye, the Duke’s
-country-seat; and there, an object of general interest, spent the rest
-of his days in honorable leisure. It is true that this distinction had
-its drawbacks. Young ladies would entreat the “kind duke” or the “dear
-duchess” for a little of Copenhagen’s hair to set in a ring; until
-finally, his neck growing bare of mane, and his tail threatening to
-become a mere stump, his admirers were forced to content themselves
-with such stray hairs as might fall. A fine paddock was assigned him,
-with a summer house at one corner, opening into it by means of a
-wicket. Here he would come daily to receive bread and gentle petting
-from the duchess.
-
-With age his eyesight partially failed, and his teeth grew so poor
-that he could not eat oats unless they were broken up beforehand. He
-was twenty-seven years old when he died, in 1835. He was buried in
-his paddock, with military honors, and a small circular railing still
-marks the spot. Some person--unknown--stole one of his hoofs, which
-poor memorial is now preserved in the same museum as Bobby, together
-with the skeleton of Marengo, the horse of Wellington’s great rival,
-Napoleon.
-
-Various horses have served with credit in America; but more renowned
-than any--glorious as Roland “who brought good news from Ghent”--is the
-one that bore Sheridan to Winchester, and enabled him to turn defeat
-into victory. He was coal-black save for a small white star in the
-forehead, beautifully formed, and full of fire. From 1862 until the end
-of the war, he was present in ninety battles, and several times, but
-not seriously wounded. The climax of his fame was that wild ride when--
-
-“With foam and with dust the black charger was gray.”
-
-It roused a storm of enthusiasm at the time; nor will a memory soon die
-which like this has received such splendid praise in art and song. So--
-
-    “Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!
-    And when their statues are placed on high,
-    Under the dome of the Union sky--
-    The American soldiers’ temple of fame--
-    There, with the glorious general’s name,
-    Be it said in letters both bold and bright:
-      ‘Here is the steed that saved the day
-    By carrying Sheridan into the fight
-      From Winchester--twenty miles away!’”
-
-
-
-
-_X._
-
-_ANIMALS AT SCHOOL._
-
-
-
-
-X.
-
-ANIMALS AT SCHOOL.
-
-
-A good deal of time is devoted, especially of late years, to the
-education of animals and birds. The simplest form of training is that
-which adapts them to our service, and teaches them to recognize and
-obey the different words of command.
-
-Sir Miles Fleetwood would have been poorly off indeed if his horse had
-not understood the meaning of whoa! and had the discretion to obey it.
-A London magistrate under James I., he was, according to Aubrey, “a
-severe hanger of highwaymen, and the fraternity were for revenge.” They
-caught him riding alone one night, set him on horseback beneath the
-gallows, with his hands tied behind him, fastened one end of a rope to
-the gallows’ arm, the other being noosed around his neck, then left him
-to his fate.
-
-  “So he cried ‘Ho, Ball! Ho, Ball!’ and it pleased God that his horse
-  stood still until somebody came along, which was a quarter of an hour
-  or more. He ordered that this horse should be kept as long as he
-  should live, which was so; he lived till 1646.”
-
-The history of animals abounds in examples of their intelligence and
-docility; and probably no one who has a favorite animal has failed to
-notice some such instance for himself.
-
-[Illustration: LOVE LEADING THE ORCHESTRA.
-
-(_After painting by A. Gill._)]
-
-The idea of teaching animals to perform tricks is certainly a very
-old one. The trained horses, dogs and elephants of our modern circus
-had their predecessors more than two thousand years ago, in Roman
-amphitheaters.
-
-We learn from historians that, when Tiberius was emperor, his kinsman
-Germanicus exhibited a play in which the actors were elephants. They
-were dressed in regular garments, danced, performed various tricks,
-and finally, at a given signal, seated themselves around a table on
-couches spread with velvet, and concluded the performance by eating
-and drinking with perfect propriety. A modern artist has amusingly
-represented this ancient bit of comedy.
-
-Plutarch mentions a trained dog which was exhibited before Vespasian,
-in the theater of Marcellus, and which won great applause from that
-jolly emperor.
-
-[Illustration: THE ELEPHANTS OF GERMANICUS.]
-
-Coming down to the middle of the seventeenth century, we have a print
-of “The Cat Showman” surrounded by a cat orchestra in a state of
-high performance; we have also the famous “chestain-coloured naig,”
-Morocco, which was exhibited in Scotland; and which “being trained up
-in dancing, and other conceits of that kind, did afford much sport and
-contentment to the people, but not without gain, for none was admitted
-to see the dancing without two pence the piece, and some more.” His
-master Banks, to borrow Anderson’s entertaining account, would ask--
-
-  “from twenty or thirty of the spectators a piece of gold or silver,
-  put all in a purse, and shuffle them together; thereafter he would bid
-  the horse give every gentleman his own piece of money again. He would
-  cause him to tell by so many pats with his foot, how many shillings
-  the piece of money was worth. He would say to him: ‘I will sell you to
-  a carter’; then he would seem to die. Then he would say, ‘Morocco, a
-  gentleman has borrowed you, and you must ride with a lady of court.’
-  Then would he most daintily hackney, amble, and ride a pace, and
-  trot.... By a sign given him, he would back for the King of Scots, and
-  for Queen Elizabeth, and when ye spoke of the King of Spain, would
-  both bite and strike at you--and many other wonderful things. I was a
-  spectator myself in those days.”
-
-[Illustration: THE CAT SHOWMAN.
-
-(_Fac-simile of a print of the seventeenth century._)]
-
-The mule Marco, whose tricksy, sagacious countenance confronts us in
-the photograph along with that of his master, Pinta, was the delight
-of little Florentines and Romans, not to mention their elders. His
-tricks were the ordinary ones, but whatever he did was rendered
-original by the indescribable air of humorous intention with which it
-was performed. He had always the air of voluntarily combining with his
-friend Pinta to play a practical joke upon the spectators; and it was
-impossible not to enjoy the situation, when after some particularly
-knowing performance, Marco would slightly turn his head over his
-shoulder, and glance at the audience out of the tail of his eye, as if
-to say: “You are great fools to be taken in with so little; I could do
-bigger things if I cared to try.”
-
-[Illustration: PINTA AND HIS MULE MARCO.]
-
-The poor shoemaker, Bisset, a contemporary of Sir Walter Scott,
-succeeded after a year and a half of patient effort, in teaching his
-pig to perform a number of tricks. Not only would it answer to his
-name, obey signals, kneel down, stand erect on its hind legs, and bow,
-but it would pick out certain letters with its foot, and form them
-into words. Still “curiouser and curiouser,” to quote Miss Alice, it
-would add up a column of figures, and put the correct sum total below.
-So wonderful were its feats, that both master and pig came near being
-killed by an excited audience, as the possessors of unholy wisdom.
-
-The education of dogs is in itself a profession, and has opened
-multifarious employments to those intelligent creatures. The collie
-will convoy a flock of sheep to pasture, guard them all day, drive them
-into shelter if storms arise, and guide them home to the fold at night.
-The dogs of the St. Bernard hospice have been devoted for centuries to
-the task of saving life amid Alpine wastes; and they perform this duty
-with a patience, zeal and sagacity that no human being could surpass.
-Old Barry saved forty-two persons--a record unequaled in any records.
-
-There are firemen’s dogs, who in most cases volunteer for the service,
-apparently from pure adventurousness, but have often saved life and
-property in the way of their profession. Not least among deeds of
-daring was that splendid rush of “Bob, the London Fireman’s Dog” into a
-blazing building, whence he brought out alive a poor cat!
-
-[Illustration: HELP, THE RAILWAY DOG OF ENGLAND.]
-
-Help, a collie, has been trained to collect money; is an accredited
-agent, in fact, for the “Society of Railway Servants.” “I am Help,”
-says the inscription on his collar, “the railway dog of England, and
-traveling agent for the orphans of railway men who are killed on duty.
-My office is at 306, City Road, London, where subscriptions will be
-thankfully received.” In three years this dog collected five hundred
-pounds. One can hardly resist the mute, dignified appeal with which
-this noble collie approaches you, looks up gravely into your face,
-then after waiting long enough for you to inspect his credentials, and
-contribute if you like, passes on to another.
-
-Some dogs, like that of Allan Pinkerton, show an aptitude for
-detective business, and become valuable auxiliaries; others, in the
-service of dishonest owners, become smugglers. Immense ingenuity has
-been expended in training them for the latter business, with results
-highly satisfactory to their owners, “Le Diable”--so named by French
-custom-officers, from his cleverness and daring--in this way made his
-master a rich man, and--guiltless outlaw that he was--was killed at
-last while smuggling a packet of costly lace.
-
-A more honorable outlet for canine activity has been found in
-the Prussian army, where a “Watch-Dog Battalion” is formed. Its
-members--usually collies--are trained to carry dispatches, hunt up
-stragglers on a march, look for the wounded, and do outpost duty; all
-of which they do so well that no soldier could possibly do better.
-
-But it has been reserved for the present decade, and for Sir John
-Lubbock, to train a dog to converse. He says that he was struck first
-by the applicability to animals of the deaf-mute system (as used by
-Dr. Howe with Laura Bridgman), and began to test it on his black
-poodle Van. After preparing a number of cards, printed in large clear
-letters, with such words as “water,” “tea,” “bone,” “food,” “out,”
-etc., he by degrees associated them in the dog’s mind with the objects
-they represented, and in a few weeks succeeded in teaching Van their
-meaning. When the little fellow wished to go out, he would bring the
-card with that word, if food, then that card, and so on; selecting the
-desired card from a number of others with evident discrimination, and
-greatly pleased with his own success.
-
-Lately too, Prof. Bonnetty and his troupe of feline actors have come
-to the fore in Paris, where they have aroused immense enthusiasm. The
-professor takes his cats at random from gutters, streets or roofs, as
-chance may have it, and for about three months leaves them at perfect
-liberty in a large room, quietly observing their dispositions and
-manners. At the end of this time he begins to train them--in no case
-compelling them by fear. Their education usually requires a year and a
-half.
-
-[Illustration: PROF. BONNETTY’S TROUPE.]
-
-Master and pupils are on the best possible terms with each other. Their
-“hours in school” are short, their quarters exquisitely tidy, and their
-food--of milk, bread and liver--invariably the best and freshest of its
-kind.
-
-They are really cats of high culture; the best proof whereof is
-the simplicity and ease with which they do difficult things. No
-circus-rider ever jumped through hoops, walked ropes, climbed poles or
-waltzed over chairs, with greater agility. They sheathe their claws
-to live and play in amity with birds and mice. They are “cats with
-a conscience,” as the professor says, and their helpless, confiding
-little associates have no more fear of them than of one another.
-
-Juno, Sjenni, Maor, Tommek, Blanc, Cæsar, Brutus, Paris, Bruxelles,
-Henderik, Swart and Gora were the members of the troupe some years
-past--together with Boulanger, a tiger-marked kitten who displayed
-“little fear and a great thirst for fame,” and Tyber, the star-actor.
-The latter was a wonderful performer, evincing a fine intellect, and,
-says De Biez, would certainly have been a god in Egypt!
-
-A parallel may be found for these clever French felines in the Brighton
-cats of England. They are more discriminatingly chosen than Prof.
-Bonnetty’s actors; but their performances, although different in some
-respects, are no more wonderful. One of them, a white Angora, rides a
-bicycle with much grace. When fairly started she becomes enthusiastic,
-and urges her two-wheeler rapidly along, with an evident enjoyment
-that the by-standers find contagious. The tabbies do housework to
-perfection, scrub little handkerchiefs or towels in a tub, hang up the
-washing, preside over the roast beef of Old England, or the tea things,
-skate on rollers, and all with such blithe content and spirit, that
-they seem like little witches masquerading in fur.
-
-[Illustration: THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY.
-
-FIVE O’CLOCK TEA.
-
-A FAVORITE DIVERSION.
-
-“A SPIN.”
-
-(_The Brighton Cats._)]
-
-One of the most notable efforts at educating Pussy has been
-made recently by a Russian, Prince Krapotkine. This gentleman’s
-revolutionary sentiments landed him one day in a prison, where he had
-plenty of leisure to educate anything he could find. The anything in
-this case proved to be the prison cat. His fellow-prisoner, M. Emile
-Gautier, being already educated, was a disinterested observer of the
-experiment. He reports among other things, that Pussy became very
-expert at the game of hide-and-seek. He adds:
-
-  “I ought to tell you, besides, that Nature has ornamented my head with
-  a luxurious mass of hair. Krapotkine, on the other hand, is extremely
-  bald.... It has often happened when playing with her, that she softly
-  passed her paw over our respective heads, as if to ascertain that
-  her eyes did not deceive her. This inspection concluded, and the
-  visual notions confirmed by touch, her physiognomy took the air of
-  comic surprise. The variety of sensations perplexed her. Nearly every
-  evening the scene was gone through, to our great edification, as you
-  may imagine.”
-
-[Illustration: A CAT WITH A CONSCIENCE.
-
-(_One of Prof. Bonnetty’s Troupe._)]
-
-The birds which act with these different troupes have been
-comparatively unimportant, except in connection with their feline
-companions. Nevertheless, birds, too, can be trained, and are. There is
-a charming pathetic story of a little Sardinian, Francesco Micheli, who
-turned his liking for birds to account in earning money for his family.
-He trained sparrows, thrushes, linnets, canaries--whatever feathered
-creature came within his reach. Some he taught to pipe simple tunes,
-others to play hide-and-seek with his white Angora cat; a nest of young
-partridges, under his teaching, embraced the military profession,
-learned to drill, hold little swords, fire off little cannon, pretend
-to be killed, and then come to life again. One of these intelligent
-partridges, Rosolotta, grieved with a human grief when her dear master
-died, and is said--like “Greyfriars’ Bobby”--to have watched over his
-grave so long as she lived.
-
-[Illustration: “TELL ME THY SECRET, BEPPO.”
-
-(_The Roman Bird Girl._)]
-
-I was reminded of this little Sardinian and his pets by a scene I
-witnessed one morning in Rome. A crowd of people had gathered near
-the broad base of the Antonine column, watching the performance of
-four pigeons and three canaries. The little maid with the pigeons was
-charming--and so were they--as she bid them tell her their secrets, and
-in response they fluttered up her shoulders, and cooed into her ear.
-But the true interest of the entertainment--its dramatic part--began
-with the canaries. The little actors were sitting in a row on top of
-their cage, demurely waiting for orders. Their mistress talked to them
-meanwhile, now praising their talents, now admiring their beauty, they
-following each motion of her lips with keen, inquisitive glances.
-
-“Thou, Beppo, art a bird of great character, _un gran carattere_!
-Really, thou art wonderful! Zirlo, my fine fellow” (to the second),
-“what a bird art thou! Who like thee can climb the _scaletta_ (little
-ladder)! No one, in truth, and they are base _ladroni_ that deny thy
-merits; eh Pippa?” (to the third). “Dost thou hear? _Bellissima!_ One,
-two, three, come then, my Pippa, kiss me.” She extended a finger. Pippa
-transferred herself to it from the perch, and climbing the arm to her
-face, gave a fluttering little salute first to one cheek, then to the
-other. After which, hopping back to the finger, she made a droll little
-bow, and returned to the perch.
-
-Then it was Zirlo’s turn; and this enterprising bird not only climbed
-the _scaletta_, but finding a gun at the top, shouldered it, pulled
-the trigger with an infinitesimal claw, and--bang!--who should tumble
-from his perch but poor Beppo, and lie perfectly rigid on the ground.
-Zirlo’s fit of anger was quenched at this piteous sight; carefully
-he examined the stiff figure and at last, picking up an inch-square
-pocket-handkerchief with one foot, applied it to his eyes, and wept
-bitterly. Then up jumped Beppo, who had only been feigning, and the
-two touched bills in token of reconciliation, and waltzed--wing in
-wing--fraternally off the stage.
-
-It was a pretty scene--the sunshine, the people, the tiny performers
-below, and the mighty column towering high above them--the grandeur of
-old Rome looking down upon the present thus lightly amusing itself.
-
-
-
-
-_XI._
-
-_A MENAGERIE IN STONE._
-
-
-
-
-XI.
-
-A MENAGERIE IN STONE.
-
-
-In Rome there is always something to stir the fancy and quicken the
-pulse--always something to recall to the Present the magnificent Past.
-Now it is a column or statue, now a ruined palace, and now the vast
-fabric of an amphitheater. But the ruins are weighted with such tragic
-memories of by-gone Cæsars--their wars, their triumphs, their funeral
-pomp--as to be almost oppressively solemn. Let us then leave them
-for once, and go where the Past will suggest itself in some simpler,
-happier fashion--let us visit a Roman “Zoo.”
-
-No day could be better for the purpose than this sunny one; for the Zoo
-has its home in the Vatican, and we need all the sunshine we can get to
-counteract its chill. Besides, no matter with how definite a purpose we
-set out, once within that marble world we are sure to linger--so many
-are the objects that claim the eye. It is only after a lingering stroll
-that we at last reach the _Sala degli Animali_, or Hall of the Animals.
-
-An odd world it is, suggesting the pictures of Paradise before the
-dispersion of species; a world that includes creatures wild and
-tame, familiar and suppositious--birds, harpies, dragons, reptiles,
-quadrupeds, Minotaur, insects and fish. Three patrons of the chase
-preside, Diana and Hercules at one end of the hall, the imperial hunter
-Commodus at the other.
-
-[Illustration: SCULPTURE OF GREYHOUNDS IN THE VATICAN.]
-
-The longer we gaze the stronger grows our feeling that it is in truth
-a menagerie, surviving somehow from early days. Only, how very silent!
-The last party of tourists has passed on, we are quite alone, save for
-these many shapes all around us--and it is hardly in nature that no
-faintest sound or movement should be heard. Those graceful greyhound
-puppies play with each other in perfect silence; not a footfall nor
-crackling twig betrays the flight of yonder deer.
-
-And so, gradually, it dawns on us that although this is life, it is
-life long turned to stone. Some Arabian Nights’ enchantment has been
-at work, arresting these varied forms in their prime of activity; and,
-doubtless, on some future day, at the true wizard’s touch, they will
-turn back again from marble into breathing flesh. But that will not
-happen to-day, nor yet to-morrow, so we may as well take advantage of
-the stillness to see what the menagerie contains.
-
-[Illustration: SCULPTURE OF THIEVING MONKEY IN THE VATICAN.]
-
-A dun cow, not far from Diana, stands snuffing the fresh air with
-upraised head; and a horse which once was roan--at least the marble
-still bears traces of reddish paint--looks inquiringly toward her.
-Near these peacefully-inclined animals crouches a lion, in readiness
-to leap upon his prey. In the next group the victim is secured; it
-represents a horse pulled down by a lion. Note the relentless grasp of
-the one, the helpless agony of the other. Wonderful as a work of art,
-it is nevertheless too painful to linger before; we are glad to turn
-away. Similar in character are two groups of deer seized by hounds, and
-another of a panther devouring its prey.
-
-Here is a wild boar, here the ugly phiz of a camel; here an alligator,
-to whose neutral character an existence in marble seems peculiarly well
-adapted; and here, at a respectful distance from his jaws, are a cock,
-a goose, a pelican, several peacocks and an eagle. The dignity of the
-latter is worth noting--its calm, imperial reserve, so indicative of
-the Rome whose emblem it was.
-
-Of the monkey hard by it can only be said that he is as perfect as
-monkeyish a monkey as ever breathed. He has been stealing fruit,
-probably from some old Roman garden, and has made off to this corner to
-eat it on the sly, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to
-make sure that no one will interrupt.
-
-[Illustration: STAG IN ALABASTER IN THE VATICAN.]
-
-A goat, a rhinoceros and a hyena come next, and then we approach a
-most remarkable bust of the Minotaur, that bull-headed, human-bodied
-terror which demanded a yearly tribute of youths and maidens, and was
-finally slain by Theseus, to the great relief of the Athenian world.
-What brutal, pitiless life, what fierce joy in the anticipated victims,
-looks out from his eyes and dilates his nostrils! It is a relief to
-turn away from the brute and examine instead his near neighbors, a crab
-and a green-gray dolphin rising from waves of white marble.
-
-The queer object just beyond is an armadillo with stone scales scarcely
-harder than real ones; while every one will recognize at first glance
-the jolly little rabbit beside him, and the two hares nibbling at a
-bunch of grapes. The next animal is a historic one--the famous white
-sow of Alba. She reclines among part, not all of her thirty pigs, for
-the artist seems to have given out in exhaustion after carving the
-first dozen.
-
-[Illustration: PLINY’S DOVES: A MOSAIC IN THE CAPITOL AT ROME.]
-
-In the neighborhood of Commodus are several panthers and lions; a
-leopard, whose black spots have been inserted, like mosaic; a stag,
-whose dappled skin is represented by the natural venation of the
-alabaster from which it is carved; an eagle with her young; a craw-fish
-and a porphyry frog.
-
-[Illustration: PATRICIAN OR PLEBEIAN?]
-
-There are also a number of dogs, in every way admirable, and probably
-the exact portraits of some fair Roman lady’s pets. Nothing could be
-more natural or charming than the two greyhound puppies frolicking with
-each other; nothing more graceful or aristocratic than the full-grown
-greyhound which sits upon its haunches, and offers a paw. They are
-patrician to their very toes and tail-tips, just as the honest mastiff
-hard by, growlingly protecting her puppies, is plebeian.
-
-The shaggy dog who looks up at you in friendly fashion, and whose
-portrait appears above, is also decidedly a patrician, if the
-conjecture is right that he represents the famous Molossian breed.
-
-Such, in barest outline, is the Vatican menagerie--the work of the
-Baryes, Bonheurs and Landseers of days past. It has overflowed its
-bounds to some extent, and a number of fine specimens must be sought
-in other collections. In the Capitol, for instance, are “Pliny’s
-Doves,” whose gurgling coo we quite expect to hear, until closer
-inspection proves them--a mosaic! They are called the doves of Pliny,
-not because they belonged to that delightful letter-writer, but because
-he described them in terms so accurate that we cannot help knowing the
-mosaic of the Capitol is the same he looked at almost nineteen hundred
-years ago. “There is a dove,” he says, “which is greatly admired, in
-the act of drinking, and throwing the shadow of his head upon the
-water, while other doves are present, sunning and pluming themselves on
-the margin of a drinking-bowl.”
-
-Pliny was an excellent judge of art matters, and certainly these doves
-are no less admired to-day than in his time.
-
-But more famous than any bird or beast in Italy, is the bronze wolf
-of the Capitol. Its age is great, as the Etruscan workmanship alone
-would prove; and many believe it to be the identical statue struck by
-lightning during the consulship of Cæsar and Bibulus. In confirmation,
-they point to the jagged rent in one of its hind legs, which may have
-been caused by such an accident. This, if true, would make it the most
-notable sculpture in existence. However, whether Cæsar saw it or not,
-it is still venerable enough to command attention, and few tourists
-fail to pay it their respects.
-
-[Illustration: THE CHIMERA; ETRUSCAN SCULPTURE IN THE BARGELLO AT
-FLORENCE.]
-
-The nurse of Romulus and Remus is also commemorated by a living wolf
-which resides in the triangular patch of garden between the steps to
-the Capitol, and those which lead up to Ara Cœli. The present incumbent
-is a sleek gray fellow from Monte Maietta in the Abruzzi. A live eagle
-separated by a netting bears him company, but these caged emblems are
-but shabby reminders of the glory of old Rome.
-
-Ancient as the brazen she-wolf, and like it of Etruscan make, is
-the Chimera of the Bargello at Florence. It is a comically terrific
-creature, whose three heads are all busily engaged--one biting its
-neighbor head, and the third roaring at the injury. In the Bargello
-also is a superb turkey-gobbler of bronze, credited to Gian da Bologna,
-and some capital turtles in marble. Admirable as they are, however,
-they are forgotten when, on entering a small room in the Uffizi, the
-famous Florentine boar and Molossian hound meet our gaze. Every line
-of their softly yellowed marble reveals the patient, loving touch
-of sculptors whose work alone survives--whose names and stories are
-unknown. They aimed at perfection, and were doubtless content to be
-forgotten, if only their works might live.
-
-They, indeed, are the sole, the true enchanters, whose touch petrified
-for posterity this menagerie in stone.
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-<h2>Transcriber’s Notes</h2>
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-<p>Hyphenation has been standardised.</p>
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-<p>The spellings of Durer and Dürer are being left unchanged.</p>
-<p>The spellings of Etretat and Etretât are being left unchanged.</p>
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- <img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="" width="1953" height="2560">
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-
-<div class="figcenter" id="title">
- <img src="images/title.jpg" alt="" width="406" height="650">
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="frontis">
- <img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" width="417" height="650">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MAUD HOWE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-
-<h1>    FAMOUS PETS<br>
-
-  <em>OF FAMOUS PEOPLE</em> </h1>
-
-<p class="center p80">    BY</p>
-
-<p class="center">    ELEANOR LEWIS</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="068a">
- <img src="images/068a.jpg" alt="" width="161" height="150">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">“MOUCHE”, VICTOR HUGO’S CAT.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center p80">    <em>ILLUSTRATED</em> </p>
-
-<p class="center">    BOSTON<br>
-    D. LOTHROP COMPANY<br>
-    WASHINGTON STREET OPPOSITE BROMFIELD
-</p>
-
-
-<p class="center">    <span class="smcap">Copyright, 1892,
-    BY
-    D. Lothrop Company.</span></p>
-
-
-<p class="center">    PRESS OF
-    Rockwell and Churchill
-    BOSTON
-</p>
-
-
-<p class="center">    TO</p>
-
-<p class="center">    Maud Howe Elliott</p>
-
-<p class="center">    WHOSE DEVOTION TO HER OWN PETS CONSTITUTES HER
-    THE FRIEND OF EVERY OTHER, THIS BOOK
-    IS APPRECIATIVELY INSCRIBED
-    BY THE AUTHOR
-</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<table class="toc">
-<tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">I.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">II.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">A SELECT COMPANY</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">III.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">PETS IN LITERARY LIFE</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">IV.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">“THE UPPER TEN”</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">V.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">VI.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">PETS IN ARTIST LIFE</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">VII.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_173">173</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">VIII.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">AN ODD SET</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">IX.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">MILITARY PETS</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">X.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">ANIMALS AT SCHOOL</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_231">231</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td  class="tdc" colspan="2">XI.</td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">A MENAGERIE IN STONE</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_247">247</a></td>
-</tr>
-</table>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span></p>
-
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="LIST_OF_ILLUSTRATIONS">LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<table class="toi">
-<tr>
-<td class="tdl"> Miss Maud Howe and her dog Sambo</td>
-<td class="tdr"><a href="#frontis"><em>Frontis.</em></a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Statue of Sir Walter Scott, in Edinburgh</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Sir Walter Scott and his bull-terrier, Camp </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Rab</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">“Baby Rab”</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">“Pity the sorrows of us homeless dogs”</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Dr. John Brown, Dr. Peddie, and Dandie</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Drinking-fountain monument to Greyfriars’ Bobby, Edinburgh</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Greyfriars’ Bobby</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe at home</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mrs. Stowe’s dog Punch</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mrs. Stowe’s dog Missy</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mrs. Phelps’s dog Daniel Deronda</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Mrs. Jane Welsh Carlyle and Nero </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Lord Byron and his dog Lyon</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Sir Horace Walpole and Patapan</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Charles Dickens’s pet raven, Grip </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Bushie, the favorite dog of Charlotte Cushman</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mouche, Victor Hugo’s cat</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">General Muff, Miss Mary L. Booth’s cat</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69">69</a><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Nelly, the dog of Edmund Yates</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Frederick the Great and his sister Wilhelmina</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Prince Bismarck and his dogs</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Queen Elizabeth in her peacock gown</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Mary, Queen of Scots, at the age of ten</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Lady Margaret Lenox, mother of Lord Darnley</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Children of Charles I. with spaniels </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Children of Charles I.; Prince Charles and his mastiff</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">James Stuart, Duke of Richmond, son of Esme Stuart</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Princess Elizabeth, eldest daughter of James I.,
-      and her pets</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Princess Mary, daughter of Charles I.</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Charles II. and pet spaniel, at Dawney Court, Bucks,
-      seat of the Duchess of Cleveland</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Princess Amelia and her dog</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Princess Augusta, daughter of George III.}<br>
-   Princess Amelia, daughter of George III.}</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> A favorite at Marlborough House</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Pet spaniel of Louis XVI., companion of his daughter
-      “Madame Royale,” in prison</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Pet Italian greyhound of Marie Louise</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">  Carlo Alberto and his favorite horse </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Victor Emmanuel and his dog</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Prince Henry, eldest son of James I.</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Prince Rupert with his white dog Boy</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Puritan caricature of the death of Prince Rupert’s
-      white hound Boy</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_131">131</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Miss Bowles</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">“Friends now, Pussy!”</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The painter Hogarth and his dog Trump</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Portrait of Albrecht Dürer at thirteen</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Hare drawn by the boy Albrecht Dürer</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Two Venetian ladies and their pets</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_143">143</a><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Section of dome</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_145">145</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Ducks</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_146">146</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Fragment</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Hens and chickens</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Two of Gottfried Mind’s cats </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The Cavalier’s pets</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_149">149</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The dustman’s dog</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Countess, the sleeping bloodhound</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The critics</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Paul Pry, a member of the Humane Society </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">An old monarch</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Wasp, Rosa Bonheur’s pet terrier</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The horse fair </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The lion at home</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Glen and his master at Etretât </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Glen </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Mr. Chase and Kat-te </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Lilla, Cruikshank’s little dog </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Lady Tankerville, who hid her kittens in the head of
-      Story’s statue of Peabody</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Entrance and window of the sculptor Ezekiel’s studio in Rome</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_168">168</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Bimbo, one of the sculptor Story’s pets </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Cat-headed Egyptian goddess, Bast or Bubastis</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_174">174</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Bas-relief of Whittington and his cat</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_175">175</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Cardinal Richelieu, front face and sides </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The two-legged cat that belonged to Dr. Hill of Princeton
-      College</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Sally</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_193">193</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Cowper’s tame hares</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_199">199</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Helix Desertorum</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Bobby, the dog who would be a soldier</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The deer that marched ahead</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_220">220</a><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The Welsh Fusileers’ goat</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl"> Old Abe</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_223">223</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Love leading the orchestra</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The elephants of Germanicus</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The cat showman</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">233</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Pinta and his mule Marco</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Help, the railway dog of England</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Prof. Bonnetty’s troupe</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The Brighton Cats</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">A cat with a conscience</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_241">241</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">“Tell me thy secret, Beppo”</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Sculpture of greyhounds in the Vatican</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_248">248</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Sculpture of thieving monkey in the Vatican </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Stag in alabaster in the Vatican </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_250">250</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Pliny’s doves; a mosaic in the Capitol at Rome </td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">Patrician or plebeian?</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td>
-</tr><tr>
-  <td class="tdl">The chimera; Etruscan sculpture in the Bargello at Florence</td>
-  <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td>
-</tr>
-</table>
-
-<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span>
-
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p class="p140"><em>I.</em> <br>
-
-<em>SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES.</em> </p>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]<br><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span></p>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<p class="p120">FAMOUS PETS.</p>
-
-
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="I">I.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">SOME SCOTCH CELEBRITIES.</p>
-
-
-<p>Beautiful Edinburgh, her gray warmed into gold by the summer sunshine,
-lies half-asleep at the foot of her Castle Rock, and dreams, through
-the peaceful present, of her stormy, impetuous past. Each grain of dust
-there is historic. The traveler’s every footstep wakes some memory
-of old days. Over castle and palace, broad way and narrow close,
-over Canongate, Grassmarket, Arthur’s Seat, over hills that environ
-and streams that link, a magician has cast his spell—so intimately
-blending past and present, that we cannot look upon the one without
-remembering the other.</p>
-
-<p>To-day in sculptured marble, as erstwhile in life, the weaver of the
-spell yet guards his time-worn city, like the good genius of its
-fate. Passionless, mute, he sits brooding—the bustle of existence
-all around him—while the hound at his side gazes up at him, in rest
-unbroken as his own. The Scott monument—that is what rises before
-us; and the broad-browed, deep-eyed enchanter within, that—as every
-schoolboy knows—is the great Sir Walter Scott, the good, well-loving,
-dearly-loved Sir Walter.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span></p>
-
-<p>“What has he not done for every one of us?” writes the historian
-of Rab. “Who else ever, except Shakespeare, so diverted mankind,
-entertained and entertains a world so liberally, so wholesomely?” Who,
-indeed? And, in truth, we owe him far more than mere diversion, however
-liberal and wholesome; and may count it not least among his gifts to
-the world that, from the height of his fame, he set it example of a
-wise, distinguishing regard for animals.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“He prayeth well who loveth well</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Both man and bird and beast”—</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>might stand for the motto of his life. From babyhood to old age the
-power of loving enriched him, and won from “all things, great or
-small,” a warm response.</p>
-
-<p>The most conversible, attachable, and hence, dearest, among his humble
-friends were, naturally, horses and dogs. He liked, however, almost
-everything that breathes; and poultry, cattle, sheep, or pigs, cats
-and birds—all shared, to greater or less degree, in his good-will. An
-old gray badger lived, hermit-like, in a hole near Abbotsford for many
-years under his protection. A hen and a pig formed ardent attachments
-to him; and a pair of little donkeys would trot like puppies at his
-heels whenever they got the chance.</p>
-
-<p>Carlyle tells the story of a Blenheim cocker in Edinburgh, the most
-timid and reserved of its race, which shrank from all attention save
-that of its mistress, until one day on the street it made a sudden
-spring towards a tall, halting stranger, and fawned upon him in an
-ecstasy of delight. This was, of course, our own Sir Walter, whose
-great heart, like a magnet, drew to it all other hearts, whether bold
-or shy.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="017">
- <img src="images/017.jpg" alt="" width="427" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">STATUE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT, IN EDINBURGH.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>His horses all fed from his hand, and preferred his attendance to that
-of the grooms; while, until lameness obliged him, in later<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]<br><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> years,
-to give up walking, he would never ride on Sunday, believing that “all
-domestic animals have a full right to their Sabbath of rest.” If his
-four-footed dependants were ill, he nursed and prescribed for them.
-When little Spice, an asthmatic terrier, was following the carriage, he
-would carry it over the brooks, that it might not get wet. In fine, he
-was always what too few are—“a gentleman, even to his dogs.”</p>
-
-<p>Pets were so numerous at Abbotsford that their record must be brief.
-The long list of pet horses opens in his childhood with a Shetland
-pony called Marion—a dwarfish creature that fed from his hand, and
-ran in and out of the house like a dog. The pair were close friends,
-and passed hours together exploring the hills. In his twentieth year,
-or thereabouts, Lenore is mentioned as doing him good service, but ere
-long was succeeded by Captain, coal-black and full of mettle. Next came
-Lieutenant, and then Brown Adam, a special favorite, who would let none
-but his master ride him, and who, when saddled and bridled, would trot
-out of the stable by himself to the mounting-stone, and wait there
-for Sir Walter. Daisy, next in order, was “all over white, without
-a speck, and with such a mane as Rubens delighted to paint.” His
-temper, unfortunately, was less perfect than his mane, and eventually
-Sir Walter sold him. Daisy was succeeded by the original of Dandie
-Dinmont’s “Dumple,” in the shape of a sober cob named Sybil Grey; and
-the list closes with a staid old horse known indifferently as Donce
-Davie and the Covenanter.</p>
-
-<p>In 1803, the canine favorite was Camp, a fine bull-terrier, “very
-handsome, very intelligent, and naturally very fierce, but gentle as a
-lamb among the children.” It is this dog that appears in the painting
-by Raeburn. He had considerable intellect in his way, and understood
-much that was said to him. Once he bit the family<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> baker, and was
-severely punished for it—his offense being at the same time explained
-to him, says Scott. After this, “to the last moment of his life, he
-never heard the least allusion to the story, in whatever voice or tone
-it was mentioned, without getting up and retiring into the darkest
-corner of the room, with great appearance of distress. Then if you
-said, ‘The baker was well paid,’ or, ‘The baker was not hurt after
-all,’ Camp came forth from his hiding-place, capered, and barked, and
-rejoiced.”</p>
-
-<p>He lost none of his brightness, although strength began to fail him in
-1808, so that he could no longer accompany Sir Walter on his rides.
-But still when as evening drew on, the servant would say, “Camp, the
-shirra’s comin’ hame by the ford,” or “by the hill,” Camp would patter
-stiffly to the front door or back, as the direction might imply, and
-there await the master whom he could no longer follow. He died the
-ensuing year, in January, and was buried in the garden of Scott’s
-Edinburgh house, where even yet the place is pointed out. The whole
-family stood in tears around the grave, while Sir Walter himself,
-with sad face, smoothed the turf above his old companion. He had been
-invited to dine from home that night, but excused himself on account
-of the death of a dear old friend; and none wondered when they learned
-that the friend was Camp.</p>
-
-<p>Contemporary with Camp were the two greyhounds, Percy and Douglas, who,
-though far less dear, were much petted. It is on record that despite
-Lady Scott’s fear of robbers, a window was always left open for these
-dogs to pass in and out. They lie buried at Abbotsford with other of
-their doggish kin. Percy, in particular, is honored by a stone of
-antique appearance, and this inscription, befitting some valiant knight:</p>
-
-<p>“Cy git le preux Percie.” </p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="021">
- <img src="images/021.jpg" alt="" width="368" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SIR WALTER SCOTT AND HIS BULL-TERRIER, CAMP.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<cite>From the painting by Raeburn.</cite>)</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Poor Camp went over to the majority of dogs in January; in July, Sir
-Walter wrote to a friend that he had filled the vacant place with a
-shaggy terrier-puppy of high pedigree, and named it Wallace—its donor
-being a descendant of that famous Scotchman. Somewhat later the family
-was enlarged by a smooth-haired kintail terrier called Ourisque, which,
-if attending the master on his rides, would sometimes pretend fatigue,
-and whine to be taken up on horseback, where it would sit upright,
-without any support, in great state.</p>
-
-<p>But of all Sir Walter’s pets, the most famous was Maida, a gift in 1816
-from his Highland friend Glengarry. He describes it with enthusiasm,
-as “The noblest dog ever seen on the Border since Johnny Armstrong’s
-time, ... between the wolf and deer greyhound, about six feet from
-the tip of the nose to the tail, and high and strong in proportion.”
-Captain Thomas Brown, who knew Maida well, says, “So uncommon was
-his appearance, that he used to attract great crowds in Edinburgh to
-look at him whenever he appeared<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> on the streets. He was a remarkably
-high-spirited and beautiful dog, with black ears, cheeks, back and
-sides, ... the tip of his tail white, ... his hair rough and shaggy;
-... that on the ridge of his neck, he used to raise like a lion’s mane,
-when excited to anger.”</p>
-
-<p>Maida was uniformly gentle except—aristocrat that he was!—to the
-poorly-dressed and to artists. His detestation of the latter may be
-explained by the number of times he had been obliged to pose for
-them;—the mere sight of a brush and palette was at last enough to make
-him run. His bark was deep and hollow; and sometimes, says Sir Walter,
-“he amused himself with howling in a very tiresome way. When he was
-very fond of his friends he used to grin, tucking up his whole lips
-and showing all his teeth, but it was only when he was particularly
-disposed to recommend himself.”</p>
-
-<p>Once he got hung by the leg, in trying to jump a park paling, and began
-to howl. But seeing his friends approach, “he stopped crying, and
-waved his tail by the way of signal, it was supposed, for assistance.”
-Luckily he was not much hurt, and most grateful for his rescue.</p>
-
-<p>The pleasant Irish authoress, Miss Edgeworth, was also fond of animals;
-and Scott’s correspondence with this lady is full of allusions to their
-mutual canine friends. In April, 1822, he tells her that Maida can
-no longer follow him far from the house, and adds: “I have sometimes
-thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives; and I am
-quite satisfied that it is in compassion to the human race; for if we
-suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve
-years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?”</p>
-
-<p>We can well imagine his grief when finally (October, 1824) Maida passed
-away painlessly, in his straw. They buried him at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span> Abbotsford gate
-where he had so long kept watch and ward, with his own marble likeness
-for monument,—and for epitaph—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Sleep soundly, Maida, at your master’s door.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>He still lives, however, in the story of Woodstock, as Bevis, the
-gallant hound of Alice Lee.</p>
-
-<p>Nimrod and Bran succeeded Maida, and although they could not replace
-him, were fine fellows. There was also a black greyhound, Hamlet, who
-usually “behaved most prince-like,” but when Washington Irving visited
-Abbotsford, got into mischief and killed a sheep. Nimrod, too, was
-occasionally naughty, but the master never failed to befriend his dogs
-when they were in trouble, preferring to pay damages rather than lose
-them.</p>
-
-<p>Besides the large dogs, there was a whole retinue of smaller ones,
-among them Finette, a sensitive, lady-like spaniel, greatly favored
-by Lady Scott; and a number of Dinmont terriers. The latter all bore
-“cruet names,” there being in the house at one time a Pepper, Mustard,
-Ginger, Catchup, Soy and Spice. Spicie was a warm-hearted, affectionate
-little creature, and is often mentioned, especially to Miss Edgeworth.
-Her little friend—Scott once assured her—is recovering from an
-asthmatic attack, and is active, though thin, “extremely like the
-shadow of a dog on the wall.”</p>
-
-<p>Other dogs there were, but where is the space to chronicle them or
-their deeds? A few lines must be kept for Hinsefeldt, the large black
-family cat that usually lay on the top stair of the book-ladder in
-Sir Walter’s study, coming down if Maida left the room, to guard the
-footstool until he should return. Irving saw Pussy at Abbotsford, and
-describes her clapper-clawing the dogs—an<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span> act of sovereignty which
-they took in good part. Scott was by nature not very fond of cats, but
-Hinse reconciled him to the race, so that even in a dull London hotel,
-he could enjoy the society of a “tolerably conversible cat, that ate a
-mess of cream with him each morning.”</p>
-
-<p>In 1825 a great business crash involved Sir Walter in a debt, to pay
-which he wore out the remnant of his life. Just before, he had been
-planning a return to Abbotsford. “But now,” he writes, “my dogs will
-wait for me in vain.... I feel their feet on my knees, I hear them
-whining and seeking me everywhere. This is nonsense, but it is what
-they would do could they know how things may be.” Two or three years
-later, being asked to write something for a Manual of Coursing, he
-refused sadly:—“I could only send you the laments of an old man, and
-the enumeration of the number of horses and dogs which have been long
-laid under the sod.”</p>
-
-<p>Indeed, for master as for petted friends, the end was now approaching.
-He grew each day more sad and feeble, until at last even his
-staghound’s rough caress was more than his spent frame could bear. As a
-last hope he was taken on a voyage; but the remedy was powerless, and
-he hurried home to die. Half-wild with joy at seeing the old familiar
-scenes once more, he finally reached Abbotsford, and sank exhausted in
-his chair. There the dogs gathered around him; “they began to fawn upon
-him and lick his hands; and he alternately sobbed and smiled over them
-until sleep oppressed him.” This sleep ere long deepened into a slumber
-more profound, and death came between Sir Walter and his friends on
-earth.</p>
-
-<p>Contemporary with Scott was Prof. John Wilson, so well-known to all
-as Christopher North. He, too, was passionately fond of animals, and
-his daughter, Mrs. Gordon, has left a delightful<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span> account of his pets.
-Of Grog, chestnut-brown in color, meek and tiny, “more like a bird
-than a dog,” with “little comical, turned-out feet, a cosey, coaxing,
-mysterious, half-mouse, half-birdlike dog,” who crept noiselessly out
-of life one morning, and was found dead on his master’s bed. Of Brontë,
-the beautiful Newfoundland, all purple-black, save the white star on
-his breast, who daily walked to and from the college with his master,
-but at last was cruelly poisoned, and died, leaving “no bark like his
-in the world of sound.”</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="025">
- <img src="images/025.jpg" alt="" width="326" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">RAB.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<cite>By permission of David Douglass, publisher of<br> “Rab and His
-Friends.”</cite>)</p>
-</div>
-
-
-<p>Of O’Brontë, Brontë’s son, with “the same still, serene, smiling and
-sagacious eyes.” Of Rover, the best beloved, whose master stood beside
-him when he died, “trying to soothe and comfort the poor animal. A very
-few minutes before death closed his fast-glazing eye, the professor
-said, ‘Rover, my poor fellow, give me your paw.’ The dying animal made
-an effort to reach his master’s hand; and so thus parted my father with
-his favorite, as one man taking leave of another.”</p>
-
-<p>Of Charlie, Fido, Tip, and Fang, Paris and many more, not to mention
-his friendly canine friends, Neptune, Tickler, Tory, Wasp, and Juba,
-who graciously kept him on their visiting-list. Should any one wish to
-know more of these dogs, he will find plenty to interest<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span> him in the
-writings of Christopher North, especially in that pleasant miscellany
-called the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Noctes Ambrosianæ</i>.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="026">
- <img src="images/026.jpg" alt="" width="173" height="200">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">“BABY RAB.”</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<cite>Sketch by Dr. John Brown.</cite>)
-</div>
-
-<p>But the pet most singular and most fairy-like of all, was a sparrow,
-that for eleven years inhabited his study, dwelling with him in an
-intimacy so entire that the family declared it was developing both in
-size and character by the association, and if it lived, would in time
-become an eagle. To think of the tiny creature fluttering around great
-Christopher, nestling in his waistcoat pocket, carrying stray hairs
-from his shoulders to its cage, with nest intentions; perching on his
-inkstand, even pecking at his pen! What familiarity, what audacity
-with genius! And supposing the nest actually had been made, with those
-precious hairs inwoven, how relic-hunters would be seeking it to-day!</p>
-
-<p>The intimacy between this strangely dissimilar pair is only one more
-proof that</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“The brave are aye the tenderest</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The loving are the daring;”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>and I cannot but think that if his books should be forgotten, the
-legend of the sparrow would still keep Wilson’s memory green.</p>
-
-<p>A friend and brother-author of Scott and Wilson was the Ettrick
-Shepherd, James Hogg. To judge from his own account, and from that in
-the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Noctes</i>, his liking for dogs must have equaled theirs. His
-perception of canine character was acute; and through his description
-we feel well acquainted with Hector, the Collie. According to the
-Shepherd, Hector had a sense of humor matched only by his politeness,
-and once even, when intensely amused by a conversation between his
-master and a friend, “louped o’er a stone<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> wa’,” that he might laugh
-unseen behind it. Maida used to grin; why not Hector?</p>
-
-<p>With these three lovers of the canine race must be grouped a fourth,
-the good physician, Doctor John Brown of Edinburgh. He has written
-about dogs as only Landseer has painted them—sympathetically,
-lovingly, with intuitive comprehension of dog-nature. “Rab and his
-Friends” is an idyl that brings tears for sole applause; “Our Dogs”
-is a Shakespearean comedy, over which we smile or softly laugh. We
-remember them as we remember only the intensely alive. Still we see
-that night procession where the living guides homeward the beautiful
-dead, with faithful Rab slow-following behind.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="027">
- <img src="images/027.jpg" alt="" width="172" height="200">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PITY THE SORROWS OF US<br> HOMELESS DOGS</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Then the scene changes, and “Our Dogs” frolic over the stage. A
-daring little fellow leads them—the one that begged admission
-to the band by a look that said <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Cur non</i>? Here is Toby the
-Tyke, with his unequaled tail and moral excellence; here Wylie, the
-collie, blithe, beautiful and kind; and here Rab himself, whose baby
-outlines are imagined in a funny sketch by Dr. Brown. Here is Wasp,
-the dog-of-business; here, Jock, “insane from his birth,” as might be
-expected of a dog whose mother was called Vampire, and whose father,
-Demon. Enter the Dutchess, of wee body and great soul; enter Crab, John
-Pym, and Puck; pass as enter Dick and Peter, Jock and Bob. In fact, Bob
-closes the list, and his character was thus briefly summed up for me in
-a room in Edinburgh made sacred by mementoes of his master.</p>
-
-<p>“Bob,” said my informant, “was the last dog we had, and really<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span> he was
-too much for us all. He was very pure-bred,—so pure, that my brother
-used to say it had driven the wits from him. He had no discretion
-whatever, yet at the same time so much energy that he was always
-getting both himself and us into trouble. He became very grubby at
-last,—oh! very grubby, indeed, and we were obliged to dispose of him.”</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="028">
- <img src="images/028.jpg" alt="" width="465" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">Dr. JOHN BROWN, DR. PEDDIE, AND DANDIE.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<cite>From photograph, by permission of Mr. Moffat, Edinburgh.</cite>)</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The Edinburgh refuge for lost dogs found a warm advocate in Dr. Brown;
-his sketch of two little terriers supporting a hat for contributions
-appeals to us still to pity the sorrows of homeless dogs. Even more
-vividly does it recall the artist—that kindest gentleman and friend
-who spent his life in caring for the needy, sick, and sad. Here in the
-picture you see him—the same kind presence as in life—seated with Dr.
-Peddie, and Dr. Peddie’s Dandie. This photograph was taken in 1880.
-Dandie belonged to Dr. Peddie, but was a great favorite with Dr. John
-whom (as both gentlemen lived on the same street) he visited daily,
-never seeming content until his regular call was made.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="029">
- <img src="images/029.jpg" alt="" width="429" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">DRINKING FOUNTAIN MONUMENT TO GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY,
-EDINBURGH.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Very unlike the homeless, boneless paupers of Dr. Brown’s Plea, is
-an Edinburgh dog now living, to whose luxurious habits the following
-anecdote, given me by one acquainted with its truth, bears witness.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span></p>
-
-<p>Edinburgh, though nominally on the Firth of Forth, lies really some
-miles from the sea. In summer, a bather’s train is run sufficiently
-early to enable gentlemen to reach their offices in good time. Mr.
-Thomas Nelson (of the publishers’ firm Nelson &amp; Co., Edinburgh, London,
-New York, etc.) was in the habit of availing himself of this early
-train, accompanied by a favorite dog, who enjoyed a sea-bath as much
-as did his master. On one occasion Mr. Nelson was away from home for
-three weeks, and on his return was surprised to receive a bill from the
-railway company for three weeks’ first-class dog fares. On inquiry, he
-found that during his absence, the dog had gone daily, as hitherto, by
-train, taken the usual bath, and then returned to town—exactly as he
-had been used to doing in his master’s company.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="031">
- <img src="images/031.jpg" alt="" width="259" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">GREYFRIARS’ BOBBY.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>All will agree, I fancy, that this anecdote bears witness to the dog’s
-neat and gentlemanly habits, as well as to his master’s indulgence.</p>
-
-<p>Just off High Street in Edinburgh, beyond George <abbr title="4">IV</abbr>. Bridge, is a
-little drinking-fountain with a trough for dogs attached. It is a point
-of interest to more than the thirsty—being unique both in subject
-and design. Seated on a pedestal is the image of a shaggy, large-eyed
-terrier, whose averted gaze continually seeks<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span> Greyfriars’ churchyard,
-across the intervening houses of the street. Beneath are the words:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Greyfriars’ Bobby</span>.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>From the life, just before his death</em>,</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>and below this, the following inscription:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>A Tribute</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>To the affectionate fidelity of</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Greyfriars’ Bobby</span>.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>In 1858 this faithful dog followed</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>The remains of his master to Greyfriars’</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>churchyard, and lingered</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>near the spot until his death in 1872.</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>With permission,</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>Erected by the</em> </div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><em>Baroness Burdett-Coutts.</em> </div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>The story of leal Bobby has been often told, but is well worth telling
-once again. While life sits warm at our hearts, we should remember this
-other little heart, so constant and loving. He has been sculptured,
-painted, sketched, memorialized, as though he were royal.</p>
-
-<p>One gloomy day I passed the memorial fountain, and turned in at
-Greyfriars. It was already closing time, still the old curator let me
-in, and while searching for a “potograph” as he called it, of Bobby,
-told me what he could about him. Bobby lies buried in a flower-bed
-in front of the church. For more than a dozen years he made his
-master’s grave his home—a grave unmarked until his own devotion
-became its monument. The curator tried at first to drive him away, but
-without success, and ended by letting him do as he would. A friendly
-restaurant-keeper gave him food; every body indeed was kind, and in his
-doggish heart he must have felt<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> their kindness; yet outwardly he drew
-near to none. Why should he when his real life lay deep down in six
-feet of earth?</p>
-
-<p>“Here’s the potograph at last, ma’am,” said the old curator, “and
-here’s his collar, if you’d like to see it.”</p>
-
-<p>I touched reverently the half-worn band of leather, remembering how
-near it had once lain to a faithful little heart.</p>
-
-<p>“They tried to get his body from me,” continued Bobby’s friend, “that
-they might stuff the skin, and keep it in the museum. But I said to
-myself, ‘No, sirs; you mean it well, but it ain’t what Bobby ‘d ‘a’
-wanted, and he’s the first call to be axed.’ I meant to do the fair
-thing by him, dead or alive. He’d never ‘a’ lain here thirteen year,
-wet weather or dry, cold or warm, summer and winter, unless he’d meant
-it. You see, ma’am, I naturally knew it wa’n’t right for his skin to be
-that far from his master’s; so when he died, I just quietly took my own
-way, and got him under ground before them as wanted him knew rightly he
-was dead. And there he is,”—pointing to the flower-bed—“all that’s
-left of him.”</p>
-
-<p>A soft Scotch rain had been falling while we talked, but now slackened;
-and a misty beam of sunlight pierced the clouds low-piled in the west.
-Its pale gold lit up Bobby’s resting-place, under-scoring, as it were,
-the epitaph just spoken, then glanced along the gray front of the
-church, and brought into relief an ancient slab, where a skeleton,
-fantastically poised, appeared to be keeping guard. A little robin
-hopped lightly to a bush in the flower-bed, whence soon its clear
-vespers thrilled the air. Death was there, alas! yet overcome by life;
-since love is the only real life, and by right of loving Bobby lives
-forever.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]<br><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>II.</em> <br>
-
-<em>A SELECT COMPANY.</em> </p>
-</div>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]<br><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="II">II.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">A SELECT COMPANY.</p>
-
-
-<p>In the Life and Correspondence of the Rev. Lyman Beecher, under the
-far-away date of 1819, is this item:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“Last week was interred Tom junior, with funeral honors, by the side
-of old Tom of happy memory. What a fatal mortality there is among the
-cats of the Parsonage! Our Harriet is chief mourner always at their
-funerals. She asked for what she called an epithet for the gravestone
-of Tom junior, which I gave as follows:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">‘Here lies our kit,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Who had a fit,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">And acted queer.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Shot with a gun,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Her race is run,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">And she lies here.’”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div></div>
-
-<p>The small mourner at this small funeral has since then had many a pet
-to love and mourn. Hardly a child but knows the dogs whose stories were
-told in Our Young Folks some twenty years ago: Carlo, the poor, good,
-homely, loving mastiff; the Newfoundland Rover, who, like Christopher
-North’s Brontë, met a cruel death by poison; Stromion, the ‘pure
-mongrel,’ Prince and Giglio;<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span> lady-like Florence; Rag, the Skye, and
-Wix, the Scotch terrier; all these are familiar names. Then, too,
-there were cats, as we have just seen; there were birds; there were
-accidental, happen-so pets; and, in fine, when we think of Harriet
-Beecher Stowe, it is not only as the friend of her race, but also as
-the friend and advocate of the great world of animals all around us.</p>
-
-<p>Prominent among her pets to-day are Punch and Missy, as you see them
-here; photographed from life. Excellent sitters they must have been,
-even the tip of their impetuous tails being subdued into quiet for the
-time. The result is an accurate likeness except in the case of Missy,
-whose ears were, unfortunately, so far in the foreground, that they
-appear twice their proper size.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="038">
- <img src="images/038.jpg" alt="" width="348" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE AT HOME.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>By permission of Houghton, Mifflin &amp; Co.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Punch was a present to Mrs. Stowe, and after being selected with great
-care, at a noted dog fancier’s in Boston, was sent by express from that
-city to Hartford, Conn., in the fall of 1881. “I shall never forget,”
-says one of the family, “how droll and cunning he looked in his slatted
-crate, trying every aperture with his funny blunt nose, for a way
-of escape. He soon, however, made friends<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span> with us all, after being
-released from his small wooden prison, and was treated by all with the
-consideration of a young prince.”</p>
-
-<p>For two winters Punch made an almost royal progress to Florida—his
-mistress, so named, in his train; and was the recipient of most
-delicate attentions on board the steamer from officers and crew, not to
-speak of mere passengers. He was allowed free access to the captain’s
-private room. I am not sure, indeed, but he came to regard it as his
-own state apartment, and its crimson plush sofa as his appropriate
-seat. Certain it is, that he would often growl, and dispute mildly, its
-possession with the captain.</p>
-
-<p>In the main, however, he was a dog of great politeness. It is on
-record that when a lady-passenger kept giving him sugared almonds, he
-was too well-bred to express his dislike of them, or pain the giver
-by a refusal. So he noiselessly carried almond after almond under the
-sofa, until quite a pile was accumulated; the young lady, meanwhile,
-supposing he had eaten them. This was done so adroitly, and with such
-evidently polite motive, that the by-standers were much amused.</p>
-
-<p>Punch was very catholic in his tastes; not only the captain’s plush
-sofa found favor in his sight, but also the leather cushion in the
-pilot-house, where he spent much of his time, apparently over-seeing
-the man at the wheel. It was his habit in pleasant weather to take
-long constitutionals around the deck-house, keeping close to its side,
-through fear of the sea. Rough weather was sure to send him into
-retirement under a sofa in the saloon, whence occasionally he would
-creep out to inspect the sea—retiring again with a growl of disgust if
-the waves were high.</p>
-
-<p>He was greatly admired in Savannah and Jacksonville, especially by the
-darkies, who often asked Miss Stowe if she would not give them “her
-pup.” One candid person of color remarked:<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span> “Lady, I like your pup; he
-looks like he could fight!” But this very popularity brought disaster
-in its train. Like the famous thief whose admiration for diamonds led
-him always, when possible, to remove them from their ignorant owners
-into his own enlightened possession—so somebody—unknown—admired
-Punch to the degree that he appropriated him. After two triumphant
-years with Mrs. Stowe, in September, 1883, he was stolen; and although
-advertised, although rewards were offered, nothing was heard from him
-until 1885. In March of this year, he was recognized at a dog-show
-in New Haven, and claimed, to the equal delight of himself and his
-friends. He had forgotten neither mistress nor home, and his joy in
-getting back was unmistakable.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="040">
- <img src="images/040.jpg" alt="" width="371" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> MRS. STOWE’S DOG PUNCH.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>In the meantime, his place had been taken, although not filled, by
-Missy, a gift from the same gentleman who had previously sent Punch.
-Unlike Punch, however, she was a foreigner, having been imported from
-England. Miss Stowe says: “It is a disputed point as to which is the
-finer dog—I myself think it six of the one to half a dozen of the
-other.”</p>
-
-<p>To Punch’s other claims to distinction, may be added that seal of
-public approval—a prize at a dog-show. Both dogs have<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span> collars,
-bells, and harness in abundance. They wear them when out walking, and
-thus—merrily tinkling across the stage—exit Missy, exit Punch to find
-behind the scenes, the warm, safe shelter of home!</p>
-
-<hr class="tb">
-
-<p>It was probably a strong sense of contrast that led Miss Elizabeth
-Stuart Phelps to call her pet terrier Daniel Deronda! He was, however,
-so thoroughly lovable and whole-hearted, that on this account, if no
-other, he deserved the name. Was, I say—for alas! he has been gathered
-to the dust now many months, and only the memory remains of his doggish
-prettiness and affectionate heart. Like Punch, he came from a dog-store
-in Boston; but unlike him, was of mingled blood, being blue Skye and
-King Charles. One of his merits was that excellent thing—in dogs as in
-women—a low, soft voice; and on this gentle “barkter,” as suited to a
-lady’s establishment, the fancier laid particular stress.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="041">
- <img src="images/041.jpg" alt="" width="278" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MRS. STOWE’S DOG MISSY.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>It added greatly to the appearance of gentleness and simplicity in his
-character, that he would readily accept the attentions of strangers,
-and walk with almost any one who asked him. This however was the
-amiability of good breeding, and did not interfere with the fact that
-his heart belonged<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span> solely to his mistress. Such wisdom as he had was
-of the heart and not the head. He knew no tricks to win attention,
-he was not particularly intellectual; but by way of counterpoise, he
-was very religious, and quite unsectarian in his views. He had an
-actual mania for going to church; Catholic, Methodist, Presbyterian,
-what not—he patronized all with that same fine disregard of lesser
-distinctions that characterized George Eliot’s Deronda.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="042">
- <img src="images/042.jpg" alt="" width="346" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MRS. PHELPS’S DOG DANIEL DERONDA.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Once he ran away three miles from home, to attend services at a Baptist
-church—being recognized there by different persons. When the service
-was over he started to return. But the road was long, he was already
-tired, and time passed slowly. When, as the hours went by, the truant
-was still absent, his mistress grew alarmed; and finally, having put
-the police to search, set out herself. By good fortune she had not gone
-far before, in the middle of the street, she saw the truant himself,
-coming wearily homeward, hot, dusty and bewildered. She called him
-by name, and when he heard the familiar voice, and realized that his
-dearest friend was near, his look of relief and recognition was most
-wonderful.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span></p>
-
-<p>Accidents come to all, and one day, when Daniel was out walking with
-his mistress, he somehow involved himself with a carriage, and the
-wheels passed over his neck. He was picked up, a limp, inert little
-body. Remedies were applied, though with small hope of success; but at
-last, to the astonishment of all, he revived, and erelong was as much a
-dog as ever.</p>
-
-<p>He was well-known in Gloucester, and I believe it was humorously
-proposed at one time, to make him assistant janitor of the East
-Gloucester Temperance Club. Gentler little assistant there had never
-been; but the suggestion was not carried out. And soon he passed
-away from his friends. He met with another accident, and, after much
-suffering, was mercifully put out of pain.</p>
-
-<p>“He loved me, and I loved him,” said his mistress. What better epitaph
-could he have?</p>
-
-<hr class="tb">
-
-<p>From Daniel Deronda to George Eliot; the transition is easy and
-natural. She herself maintained that she was “too lazy a lover of
-dogs, to like them when they gave her much trouble”; but this was mere
-theory, and the actual possession of a pet brought her to that pass of
-mingled affection and resignation which most owners of animals reach.
-A fine bull-terrier, of great moral excellence, was given her; and
-soon, with the readiness of a large mind, she adapted herself to the
-new-comer’s whims and ways, noting them all with the same clear insight
-she gave to the characters in her books. It was not lost upon her,
-that he grew positively “radiant with intelligence, when there was a
-savory morsel in question.” This, she thought, spoke well for him; she
-distrusted intellect where there was “obtuseness of palate.”</p>
-
-<p>The good impression Pug made at first, was justified by his
-after-conduct; and several weeks’ experience enabled his mistress<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span> to
-write that he daily developed new graces. He was affectionate, he was
-companionable, he was all that a dog should be! In the matter of voice,
-he went a step further than his American cousin at Gloucester; for
-whereas Daniel Deronda had a very small bark, Pug had no bark at all!
-“He sneezed at the world in general, and looked affectionately” at his
-mistress.</p>
-
-<p>Nothing could be more satisfactory than this state of things—devotion
-on Pug’s part, answering regard and sympathy on that of George Eliot.
-Her feelings, you will notice, were very different from those of
-Shakespeare, to whose mighty intellect her own is so often compared.
-This great man, who had something to say on almost every subject, had
-nothing good to say about dogs, and very little about cats. Probably he
-detested the one, and tolerated the other; at any rate, it seems very
-doubtful if he cared for them as a man and an author should. Luckily
-for all concerned, the world’s authors avoid his bad example and,
-almost without exception, have their pets.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb">
-
-<p>The Carlyles, for instance: Thomas Carlyle wrote the lives of Cromwell
-and Frederick, and Schiller, and Sterling; he told us about heroes
-and demigods; he busied himself with the signs of the times, and the
-remains of the past—with Chartism in England, and a Revolution in
-France; he had loads and piles of books to be read, hidden facts to
-search out, crabbed writings to decipher; his brain and his hours were
-full—what possible room could there be for anything else? But room
-there was, and to spare, and years after its death, he could still
-remember the dog whose little life had cheered him; he was fond of
-Fritz, his horse; he could pause to notice Pussy, or fling a seed to
-Chico, the canary.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="045">
- <img src="images/045.jpg" alt="" width="421" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MRS. JANE WELSH CARLYLE AND NERO.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From photograph
-by Prætorius, West Brompton, England.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>And Mrs. Carlyle—to judge of her feeling for these little<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]<br><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> friends,
-you must read her letters, and see for yourselves how large a space
-their ways and doings fill.</p>
-
-<p>It is true, there was some question in the family at first, whether a
-dog could be tolerated. Mr. Carlyle was busy writing, and nervous—how
-would it affect him? But in 1849, the little creature came, found its
-place, and filled it; was “a most affectionate, lively little dog,
-though otherwise of small merit, and little or no training”; was happy,
-and, in turn, made others happy. For the next ten years, Nero and his
-master had many walks together, and “a good deal of small traffic, poor
-little animal, so loyal, so loving, so naïve, and true with what of dim
-intellect he had.”</p>
-
-<p>Undoubtedly he was a trouble at times, as what mortal thing is not;
-yet, on the whole, he was far more of a comfort than trouble. Sometimes
-he was stolen, sometimes he strayed away, and then they would suffer
-“the agonies of one’s dog lost,” until the missing one again appeared;
-for they “could have better spared a better dog.”</p>
-
-<p>Once, when Carlyle was away from home, the prettiest, wittiest letter
-imaginable was sent him, in Nero’s behalf, by Mrs. Carlyle. She was
-kind enough to translate it from Can-ese into English, and also to
-write it out—he being equal only to Nero + his mark.</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Dear Master</span>—(thus it reads)—</p>
-
-<p>I take the liberty to write to you myself (my mistress being out of
-the way of writing to you, she says) that you may know Columbine [the
-black cat] and I are quite well, and play about as usual. There was
-no dinner yesterday to speak of; I had for my share only a piece of
-biscuit that might have been round the world; and if Columbine got
-anything at all, I didn’t see it. I made a grab at one of two small
-beings on my mistress’s plate; she called them heralds of the morn;
-but my mistress said, “Don’t you wish you may get it?” and boxed my
-ears. I wasn’t taken to walk on account of its being wet. And nobody
-came but a man for burial rates, and my mistress gave him a rowing,
-because she wasn’t going to be buried here at all. Columbine and I
-don’t care where we are buried....</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span></p>
-
-<p>(Tuesday Evening.)</p>
-
-<p>My mistress brought my chain, and said “Come along with me while it
-shined, and I could finish after.” But she kept me so long in the
-London Library and other places, that I had to miss the post. An old
-gentleman in the omnibus took such notice of me! He looked at me a
-long time, and then turned to my mistress, and said, “Sharp, isn’t
-he?” And my mistress was so good as to say “O, yes!” And then the old
-gentleman said again, “I knew it! Easy to see that!” And he put his
-hand in his hind pocket, and took out a whole biscuit, a sweet one,
-and gave it me in bits. I was quite sorry to part with him, he was
-such a good judge of dogs.... No more at present from your</p>
-
-<p>Obedient little dog,        <span class="smcap">Nero</span>.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Poor Nero was run over by a butcher’s cart, in October, 1859, and,
-though not killed outright, was never well again. His mistress nursed
-and petted him—his master could not do enough; but neither care nor
-love could avail. Four months later he died, and was buried in the
-garden, with a small headstone to mark his blameless dust. “I could not
-have believed,” said Carlyle, “my grief, then and since, would have
-been the twentieth part of what it was.” And “nobody but myself,” said
-Nero’s mistress, “can have any idea of what that little creature has
-been in my life; my inseparable companion during eleven years, ever
-doing his little best to keep me from feeling sad and lonely. Docile,
-affectionate, loyal, up to his last hour.”</p>
-
-<p>I happened once to pass the closed house in Chelsea, where the Carlyles
-lived so long. Just a little way from it, is a bronze statue of
-Carlyle, with kind, melancholy face—a fit memorial, in fitting place,
-to one who, whatever his faults, is yet among the greatest spirits of
-our age. Not long before he was walking this very path; now we passed
-from the voiceless statue to the desolate house, as from silence unto
-silence. The windows were closed, like eyes with sealed lids; the
-hospitable door was grimly shut, and the knocker, as we tried it, sent
-a hollow echo through the hall within.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span></p>
-
-<p>But the noonday sunlight fell hot and cheery on the doorstep, where,
-comfortably ensconced in a corner, lay a black-and-white cat. It
-blinked lazily at us, but was too well off, and I am sure too secure,
-also, of our friendliness, to move.</p>
-
-<p>So the house which Mrs. Carlyle’s friends used jestingly to call
-“a refuge for stray dogs and cats,” still offered them some slight
-shelter—although master and mistress, and little Nero, all were gone!</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]<br><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>III.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>PETS IN LITERARY LIFE.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]<br><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="III">III.</h2>
-
-
-<p class="center">PETS IN LITERARY LIFE.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The pets and authors of the past may be briefly glanced at on our way
-to those of to-day. We may begin with the learned Justus Lipsius,
-erstwhile professor at Louvain. This worthy went daily to his
-lecture-room with a retinue of dogs, whose portraits, each with a
-commemorative description, adorned the walls of his study. Three have
-been individualized for posterity as Mopsikins, Mopsy and Sapphire.</p>
-
-<p>Tarot, Franza, Balassa, Ciccone, Musa, Mademoiselle and Monsieur, were,
-in their long-vanished life-time, companions to Agrippa, the astrologer
-and scholar. The knowing little Monsieur was permitted, as special
-favorite, to sleep upon his master’s bed, eat from his plate, and lie
-upon the table beside his papers, while he wrote. He may even have
-suggested to Goethe the black poodle in Faust, since, like Rupert’s
-hound Boy, and Claver’s battle-horse, he was commonly supposed to be a
-fiend.</p>
-
-<p>The creator of Faust’s demon-poodle could not endure dogs in real
-life, and was always scolding about their “<i lang="de" xml:lang="de">ungeheure Ton</i>.”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span> As
-to their character, he even committed himself in this very unpleasant
-epigram:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Wundern kannes mich nicht dass</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Menschen die Hunde so lieben;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Denn ein erbärmlicher Schuffist, wie</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Der Mensch, so der Hund,”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>which has been rendered:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“It cannot surprise me that men love dogs so much,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">For dog, like man, is a pitiful, sneaking rogue.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Such a disagreeable sentiment as this—one so unworthy both of man and
-author—requires an antidote. We find one in these lines of Herrick to
-his spaniel Tracy:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Now thou art dead, no eye shall ever see</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">For shape and service spaniel like to thee.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">This shall my love doe, give thy sad fate one</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Teare, that deserves of me a million.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>This is all we know of Tracy, but it suffices enough. A faithful dog, a
-fond master—in these words his story is told.</p>
-
-<p>Bounce—named most suggestive—belonged to Alexander Pope; Bean, to
-the gentler poet, Cowper. Goldsmith had a dog, of course, and equally
-of course it was a poodle. No creature less comic would serve his
-turn. Sir Joshua Reynolds tells a story of the pair which reads like a
-fragment from the Vicar of Wakefield: how one morning he called on the
-improvident author, rather expecting to find him in low spirits, and
-found him, instead, at his table, alternately writing a few words, and
-looking over at the poodle which he had made stand on its hind legs in
-a corner of the room.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span></p>
-
-<p>In this fashion the impecunious one was amusing himself; and the great
-artist looked on, no less amused in truth, and pleasantly sympathetic.
-If only he had painted the scene, one wishes.</p>
-
-<p>Very different in temperament was Lord Byron. Practically, he agreed
-with <abbr title="madame">Mme</abbr>. de Staël in liking dogs the better, the more he knew of men.
-He seems to have had as friendly a feeling for the animal world as his
-contemporary, Scott, although showing it in a more whimsical fashion.
-Scott would never have traveled with a private menagerie, but Byron
-carried with him from England to Italy, “ten horses, eight enormous
-dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow and a falcon.”</p>
-
-<p>Dogs were his favorites; they were friends whose affection could be
-trusted, and whose criticism he had not to fear. Boatswain is almost
-as widely known as his master. No one visits Newstead without seeing
-his picture in the dining-room, and in the grounds his grave, with the
-famous epitaph:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Near this spot</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">are deposited the remains of one</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">who possessed beauty without vanity,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">strength without insolence,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">courage without ferocity,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">and all the virtues of man without his vices.</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">if inscribed over human ashes,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">is but a just tribute to the memory of</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Boatswain, a Dog,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">and died at Newstead Abbey, Nov. 18, 1808.</span></div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>As this dog was the friend of his youth, so Lion was the companion of
-his later days in Greece. Major Parry says that “riding, or walking, or
-sitting, or standing,” they were never apart. “His<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> most usual phrase
-was, ‘Lyon, you are no rogue, Lyon,’ or ‘Lyon,’ his lordship would say,
-‘thou art an honest fellow, Lyon.’ The dog’s eyes sparkled, and his
-tail swept the floor as he sat with his haunches on the ground. ‘Thou
-art more faithful than men, Lyon; I trust thee more.’ Lyon sprang up
-and barked, and bounded round his master, as much as to say, ‘You may
-trust me.’”</p>
-
-<p>Faithful to the last, he watched over Byron’s death-bed, and then went
-to England, where he lived and died, an honored pensioner, in the house
-of Mrs. Leigh.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="056">
- <img src="images/056.jpg" alt="" width="453" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">LORD BYRON AND HIS DOG LYON.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Mrs. Radcliffe, whose novels delighted and terrorized our
-grandmothers, had two dogs, called Fan and Dash. Fan had been a mangy,
-poverty-stricken beast, condemned by its rustic owner to be hung. In a
-lucky hour the novelist happened by, purchased the guiltless criminal
-for half a crown; and Fan, cured of the mange, grown plump and silky,
-became so beautiful a dog that Queen Charlotte, when out walking with
-her brood of young princesses, would stop to notice her. On one of
-these occasions Fan and one of the royal spaniels caught simultaneously
-the ends of a long bone; and for some distance this foundling of the
-people and the pet of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span> royalty pranced on amicably together, holding
-the bone between them!</p>
-
-<p>Dash was a poor street dog whose leg had been run over and broken.
-He was taken in a coach to the doctor’s, the leg was set, health and
-strength returned, and Dash was more than himself again, for now he was
-“Mrs. Radcliffe’s dog.”</p>
-
-<p>Another Dash lived first with Thomas Hood, then with Charles Lamb; he
-made such a slave of the latter, that finally Miss Lamb wrote to Mr.
-Patmore, entreating him to remove the dog, “if only out of charity; for
-if we keep him much longer, he will be the death of Charles.”</p>
-
-<p>The transfer took place, and the late victim’s spirits rose to
-high-water mark soon afterwards in this whimsical, charming letter:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Dear Patmore</span>:</p>
-
-<p>Excuse my anxiety, but how is Dash?... Goes he muzzled or <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">apesto
-ore</i>? Are his intellects sound, or does he wander a little in his
-conversation? You cannot be too careful to watch the first symptoms
-of incoherence. The first illogical snarl he makes, off with him to
-St. Luke’s.... Try him with hot water: if he won’t lick it up, it
-is a sign he does not like it. Does his tail wag horizontally or
-perpendicularly? That has decided the fate of many dogs in Enfield.
-Is his general deportment cheerful? I mean, when he is pleased—for
-otherwise there is no judging. You can’t be too careful. Has he bit
-any of the children yet? If he has, have them shot, and keep him for
-curiosity, to see if it was the hydrophobia.... You might pull out his
-teeth (if he would let you), and then you need not mind if he were as
-mad as Bedlamite.... I send my love in a —— to Dash.</p>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">C. Lamb.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A great contrast to this tyrant was Mouse, the loving, jealous little
-terrier of Douglas Jerrold. A source of much gentle mirth while her
-master was well and strong, she did her utmost to comfort his dying
-hours. Once more, as she nestled beside him, his thin hand rested on
-her head; once more, and for the last time, he called her faintly by
-name; then they removed her, and in a few hours Mouse was masterless.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span></p>
-
-<p>Horace Walpole’s dogs furnished many an amusing item for his letters,
-and diverted his friends no less than himself. “Sense and fidelity,”
-said he, “are wonderful recommendations; when one meets with them ... I
-cannot think the two additional legs are any drawback.”</p>
-
-<p>Tory, Patapan, Rosette, Touton and a host of others, were the living
-illustrations in his home of this belief.</p>
-
-<p>Tory, the “prettiest, fattest, dearest” King Charles, might have been
-leaner with advantage to himself, for a wolf snapped him up as he was
-waddling behind his master’s carriage in the Alps.</p>
-
-<p>Patapan is the little aristocrat whom you see beside Mr. Walpole in the
-picture. The whims of “His Patapanic Majesty” were all indulged, his
-tastes consulted; his master idolized, and royalty itself caressed him;
-finally his vanity, already large, was puffed out like a balloon, by
-Mr. Chute’s poem in his praise. Thus it sums up his perfections:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Patá is frolicsome, and smart</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">As Geoffrey once was—(oh! my heart),</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">He’s purer than a turtle’s kiss,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And gentler than a little miss;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">A jewel for a lady’s ear,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And Mr. Walpole’s pretty dear.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>When the pretty dear was frisking through Strawberry Hill, he may very
-likely have brushed in his frolics against a great bowl of blue and
-white china occupying a place of honor in one of the rooms.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="059">
- <img src="images/059.jpg" alt="" width="431" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SIR HORACE WALPOLE AND PATAPAN.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-
-<p>But the label would not have told him, as it does us, that this was the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span>
-veritable “Tub of Gold Fishes” in which the favorite cat of Thomas
-Grey was drowned. “Demurest of the tabby kind”—Selima<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> gazed at the
-fish, and longed; extended “a whisker first and then a claw;” and then—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“The slippery verge her feet beguiled,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">She tumbled headlong in.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>She may have found some comfort—since drown she must—in the vase
-being genuine old china; just as Clarence preferred drowning in Malmsey
-wine to water; but her best comfort—had she known it—was the poem
-to be written on her fate, the poem which still points her morals and
-adorns her tale.</p>
-
-<p>No one, in this group of literary people, was so intimate with cats as
-Southey. He delighted in them, he admired them, he understood them, and
-he thought no house quite furnished unless it had a baby and a kitten!</p>
-
-<p>It was to his little daughter Edith that this author dedicated his
-history of the cats of Greta Hall, which he intended to supplement
-by the Memoirs of Cats’ Eden. Unfortunately for us all, the last was
-never finished. The most delightful of philofelists—to use his own
-coinage—he tells the story of his cats <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">con amore</i>; from the fate
-untimely of Ovid, Virgil, and Othello, to the merited honors heaped
-upon Lord Nelson, a great carrot-colored cat promoted by him to the
-highest rank in the peerage, through all its degrees, under the titles
-of His Serene Highness, the Archduke Rumpelstilzchen, Marquis Mac-Bum,
-Earl Tomlemagne, Baron Raticide, Waswlher and Skaratchi. Felicitous
-titles, are they not?</p>
-
-<p>But how the list lengthens! Only a word can be given to Emily Brontë
-with her faithful, sullen mastiff Keeper; to Charlotte Brontë, with her
-black-and-white curly-haired Flossy; to Bulwer, with his Newfoundland
-Terror, and his better loved Andalusian horse; to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span> Mrs. Bulwer—herself
-a beautiful spoiled child—with her beautiful spoiled Blenheim, Fairy,
-described by Disraeli as “no bigger than a bird of paradise, and quite
-as brilliant”—a Fairy that had its own printed visiting cards, and
-paid fashionable calls with its mistress; to Charles Reade, of keen
-wit and large heart, who petted squirrels, hares, and deer, as well as
-dogs, who wept when the exigencies of Never too Late to Mend required
-him to kill Carlo, and who humorously advised Ouida to name one of her
-dogs Tonic, as he was “a mixture of steal and w(h)ine.”</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="062">
- <img src="images/062.jpg" alt="" width="255" height="250">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> CHARLES DICKENS’S PET RAVEN, GRIP.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Charles Kingsley’s pets, and those of Charles Dickens, have been so
-often and so fully described, that any further description seems
-superfluous. Timber, Turk and Linda, Mrs. Bouncer, Bumble and Sultan,
-were only a few of his many dogs; while Dick the canary—“best of
-birds”—a succession of kittens, an eagle, and various ravens, were
-among the pets that kept matters lively at Gadshill.</p>
-
-<p>Of the ravens, the most famous was Grip, who sat for his portrait in
-Barnaby Rudge, and whose stuffed body still exists.</p>
-
-<p>There are no brighter letters, no finer poems in literature, than those
-which “Flush, my Dog,” called out from Mrs. Browning—letters and verse
-so vivid, so delicately discriminative, that they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span> amply supply the
-lack of other portraiture, and in them Flush still lives. Listen:</p>
-
-<p class="p2"></p>
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Like a lady’s ringlets brown,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Flow thine silken ears adown</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Either side demurely</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Of thy silver-suited breast,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Shining out from all the rest</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Of thy body purely.</div>
-  </div>
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Darkly brown thy body is</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Till the sunshine striking this,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Alchemize its dullness;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">When the sleek curls manifold</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Flash all over into gold,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">With a burnished fullness.</div>
-  </div>
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Leap! thy broad tail waves a light;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Leap! thy slender feet are bright,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Canopied in fringes.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Leap! those tasseled ears of thine</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Flicker strangely fair and fine</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Down their golden inches.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>How clearly we see him with that gentlest mistress, bathed in the warm,
-sweet sunshine of the past! But there were other than sunny days—long,
-weary days in a sick-room, where—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“This dog only waited on,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Knowing that when light is gone,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Love remains for shining.</div>
-  </div>
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Other dogs in thymy dew</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Tracked the hares, and followed through</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Sunny moor or meadow—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">This dog only crept and crept</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Next a languid cheek that slept,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Sharing in the shadow.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span></p>
-<p>What wonder that she returned his love with—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent2">—“more love again</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Than dogs often take of men”?</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Flush was a gift from Miss Mitford, another authoress devoted to
-dogs; and the rival claims of these ladies for their pets, may still
-pleasantly amuse us. “How is your Flushie?” inquires Miss Mitford.
-“Mine becomes every day more and more beautiful, and more and more
-endearing. His little daughter Rose is the very moral of him, and
-another daughter (a puppy four months old, your Flushie’s half-sister)
-is so much admired in Reading that she has already been stolen four
-times—a tribute to her merit which might be dispensed with; and her
-master having offered ten pounds reward, it seems likely enough that
-she will be stolen four times more. They are a beautiful race, and that
-is the truth of it.”</p>
-
-<p>Now hear Miss Barrett (as she was at this time) telling Mr. Horne:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“Never in the world was another such dog as my Flush. Just now,
-because after reading your note, I laid it down thoughtfully without
-taking anything else up, he threw himself into my arms, as much as to
-say, ‘Now it’s my turn. You’re not busy at all now.’ He understands
-every thing I say, and would not disturb me for the world. Do not tell
-Miss Mitford—but her Flush, (whom she brought to see me) is not to be
-compared to mine! quite animal and dog—natural, and incapable of my
-Flush’s hyper-cynical refinement.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“My Flush,” she writes elsewhere, “my Flush, who is a gentleman.”</p>
-
-<p>Our next glimpse of this well-bred favorite is due to Mr. Westwood,
-a friend and correspondent of the lady. “On one occasion,” he says,
-“she had expressed to me her regret at Flush’s growing plumpness, and
-I suppose I must have been cruel enough to suggest<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span> starvation as a
-remedy, for her next letter opens with an indignant protest:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“Starve Flush! Starve Flush! My dear Mr. Westwood, what are you
-thinking of?... He is fat, certainly—but he has been fatter ... and
-he may, therefore, become thinner. And then he does not eat after the
-manner of dogs. I never saw a dog with such a lady-like appetite. To
-eat two small biscuits in succession is generally more than he is
-inclined to do. When he has meat it is only once a day, and it must
-be so particularly well cut up and offered to him on a fork, and he
-is so subtly discriminative as to differences between boiled mutton
-and roast mutton, and roast chicken and boiled chicken, that often he
-walks away in disdain, and will have none of it....</p>
-
-<p>“My nearest approach to starving Flush is to give general instructions
-to the servant who helps him to his dinner, ‘not to press him to eat.’
-I know he ought not to be fat—I know it too well—and his father
-being, according to Miss Mitford’s account, ‘square,’ at this moment,
-there is an hereditary reason for fear. So he is not to be ‘pressed.’”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Flush left England with his mistress after her marriage, and lived to
-a good old age in her Italian home. His doggish heart was never torn
-by seeing younger, more agile pets preferred to himself. Secure in the
-only affection he valued, he passed quietly out of life; and nothing
-now remains of his mortality save a lock of hair, which was treasured
-by Robert Browning.</p>
-
-<p>One word more of Miss Mitford. Her chief favorite was the greyhound
-Mossy, who died in 1819. She wrote an account of his death which no
-one ever saw until it was found, after her own death, sealed in an
-envelope, together with some of his hair. It repeats the well-known
-burden of the faithful lamenting the faithful: “No human being was ever
-so faithful, so gentle, so generous, and so fond. I shall never love
-anything half so well.”</p>
-
-<p>Robert Browning declared himself a partisan of cats and owls—tastes
-which have suggested different gifts from friends. An owl inkstand on
-his desk seemed to be brooding over the thoughts whisked out of it by
-Browning’s pen; an owl paper-weight steadied<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> these same thoughts when
-transferred to paper. Stuffed owls, pictured owls, looked down upon him
-as he wrote. With regard to cats, who have much secret affinity with
-owls, his opinions were equally liberal, and he notes with the eye of
-an artist their wonderful grace and beauty.</p>
-
-<p>A friend of the Brownings in Florence, Miss Isa Blagden, had many pets
-of her own, charitably gathered from the ranks of the distressed. She
-is probably best known to American readers by her poem to Bushie, the
-favorite dog of Charlotte Cushman.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="066">
- <img src="images/066.jpg" alt="" width="287" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> BUSHIE, THE FAVORITE DOG OF CHARLOTTE CUSHMAN.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Sensitive, nervous and loving was Bushie, her greatest pleasure being
-the society of her mistress, her greatest grievance being left at
-home when the family went out riding. In this case Bushie’s grief was
-hysterical, and required careful soothing ere it abated.</p>
-
-<p>After giving, in her fourteen years of life, “the minimum of trouble
-and the maximum of pleasure,” Bushie died in Rome, in 1867, and was
-buried in the garden of Miss Cushman’s house. On the broken column
-which marked the spot were cut the words:</p>
-
-<p><span class="smcap">Bushie, comes fidellissima.</span></p>
-
-<p>If further epitaph be needed, this verse from Miss Blagden’s poem will
-suffice:</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span></p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“From all our lives some faith, some trust,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">With thy dear life is o’er;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">A lifelong love lies in thy dust:</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Can human grave hide more?”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Landor and his dogs made another well-known group in Florence. Of
-Landor, Lowell says that, “there was something of challenge even in the
-alertness of his pose, and the head was often thrown back like that of
-a boxer who awaits a blow.” This fine, defiant old head was often seen
-lovingly bent towards Parigi, Pomero, and Giallo—dogs of pedigree and
-sense, who cheered his solitude, or adorned his social hours.</p>
-
-<p>Pomero, a Pomeranian, with feathery white hair and bright eyes, lived
-in England with Landor, in the town of Bath. All knew him there, and
-saluted him, while he in return barked sociably to all. “Not for a
-million of money would I sell him,” cried Landor. “A million would not
-make me at all happier, and the loss of Pomero would make me miserable
-for life.”</p>
-
-<p>This loss nevertheless soon came. “Seven years,” wrote his master, “we
-lived together, in more than amity. He loved me to his heart—and what
-a heart it was! Mine beats audibly while I write about him.” Over his
-“blameless dust” was inscribed this epitaph, so tender and sweet in its
-Latin, that translation seems a wrong:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“O urna! nunquam sis tuo ernta portuls:</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Cor intus est fidele, nam cor est canis.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Vale, portule! ætemumque, Pomero! vale.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Sed, sidatur, nostri memor.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Giallo, also a Pomeranian, was a gift from the sculptor Story. He
-became a great favorite with his master, who would often talk doggerel
-to please him, and maintained that he was the best critic<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span> in Italy.
-“Giallo and I think” so and so, he would often say; or, “I think so,
-and Giallo quite agrees.” That he was quite fit for heaven, was another
-belief with his master. Who knows? Perhaps he was!</p>
-
-<p>Victor Hugo’s happy family comprised both cats and dogs. There was
-Chougna, the watch-dog, and Sénat, the greyhound, whose collar bore
-the inscription: “I wish some one would take me home. Who is my
-master? Hugo. What’s my name? Sénat.” There were the Angora kittens,
-Gavroche <abbr title="1">I</abbr>. and Gavroche <abbr title="2">II</abbr>., and Mouche, the great black-and-white
-cat; the latter, according to an intimate friend, was “<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">silencieuse,
-défiante, ténébreuse, sinistre</i>—the cat of the prison, and of
-exile”—attributes confirmed by her portrait.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="068">
- <img src="images/068.jpg" alt="" width="322" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> MOUCHE, VICTOR HUGO’S CAT.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>From sheer force of contrast, both Mouche and Hugo must have
-enjoyed—had they known him—General Muff, the stately and affable
-favorite of an American authoress (Miss Mary L. Booth). I called upon
-this lady one day to request of her an introduction to the General;
-but he took matters into his own paws, as it were, and introduced
-himself before she could appear. Exquisitely dignified and urbane, his
-composure was not ruffled by the very wildest gambols of a Persian
-kitten, who darted, glanced and flashed hither and thither in the room
-like flame.</p>
-
-<p>He wore the famous Fayal collar in which he was photographed. He wore
-it because of artistic preference, I suppose—certainly not because he
-had nothing else to wear; for I saw in his own<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> particular wardrobe
-collars of all kinds and colors, from dainty ribbon to Russia leather.</p>
-
-<p>May it be long before Muff’s gracious personality requires an epitaph!
-but when that time comes, the following lines will apply to him as
-fitly as to the one for whom they were written—the poet Whittier’s
-cat, Bathsheba:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Whereat</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">None said ‘Scat!’</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Better cat</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Never sat</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">On a mat,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Or caught a rat,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Than this cat.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">Requiescat!”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="069">
- <img src="images/069.jpg" alt="" width="370" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">GENERAL MUFF, MISS MARY L. BOOTH’S CAT.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>All who are familiar with the poem by Matthew Arnold, on Geist’s Grave,
-or another, on Kaiser, Dead, know the story, told as he alone could
-tell it, of this great author’s pets.</p>
-
-<p>The dachshund Geist lived four brief years, then “humbly laid” him
-“down to die.” Dearly loved, remembered always—often and often would
-his friends recall his “liquid, melancholy eye,” his wistful face at
-the window, the scuffle of his feet upon the stair, and his “small,
-black figure on the snow.” But “there is no photograph of poor little
-Geist,” says Mr. Arnold, “except one taken after his death, which gives
-pleasure<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span> to us, but could give it to no one else. There is, however,
-an excellent portrait of another dog of mine, Max, in a birthday book
-from my poems, but it is weighted by a very bad portrait of his master.”</p>
-
-<p>This was the Max of the poem, who “with downcast, reverent head” had
-looked upon “Kaiser, dead”—“Kaiser,” once the blithest, happiest of
-dogs, supposed at first to be pure dachshund, until at length with—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“The collie hair, the collie swing,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The tail’s indomitable ring,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">The eye’s unrest—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The case was clear; a mongrel thing</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">‘Kai’ stood confest.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>All the same—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Thine eye was bright, thy coat it shone;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Thou hadst thine errands off and on;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">In joy thine last morn flew; anon,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">A fit! All’s over;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And thou art gone where Geist hath gone,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent4">And Toss and Rover.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>It is the fashion of mortality to pass away—but that does not alter
-the sadness of it—of losing what we love. As surely as we have friends
-or pets, so surely shall we know the pain of loss—fortunate only
-if there has been between us such true love that the memory thereof
-abides. Such love there was between Mr. Edmund Yates and Nelly, the
-story of whose life he told me in the following letter of September,
-1887:</p>
-
-<p>“Your letter finds me mourning the loss of the one pet animal of my
-life. In the year 1878, having taken a country place, and being in want
-of an animal as companion, I went to the Dogs’<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span> Home at Battersea,
-and on visiting the kennels, was at once struck with the piteous and
-earnest expression on the face of a female collie, looking up, with
-many others, through the wire netting; an expression which said, as
-plainly as possible, ‘Take me out of this, for Heaven’s sake, and
-I will be loving and true.’ I could learn nothing of her previous
-history, but I paid a sovereign for her, and took her away with me in a
-cab; and from that hour to the day of her death, just two months ago,
-Nelly, as I called her, was the light of my household, and won the
-admiration and love of all who saw her.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="071">
- <img src="images/071.jpg" alt="" width="430" height="250">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">NELLY, THE DOG OF EDMUND YATES.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“Under kind treatment she developed into a very handsome dog, never
-large, but wonderfully graceful, leaping and bounding like a deer.
-Her back was a reddish-brown, her chest and paws beautifully white;
-she looked bright and intelligent, and her eyes had a certain wistful
-expression, which is well reproduced in the accompanying photograph.
-She was not particularly clever. She seemed to say, like one of
-Tennyson’s heroines:</p>
-
-<p>“‘I cannot understand, I love.’</p>
-
-<p>“She was always with me, and in places which I frequent, she was
-thoroughly well-known; she lay opposite me in the carriage, on the deck
-of my steam-launch, with her nose up in the air, sniffing the fresh
-breeze to windward. (‘See the kind-eyed old collie; on the deck, in the
-sunshine, she loves to recline,’ sang my friend Ashby-Sterry of her in
-one of his pretty Lazy Minstrel Lays.)</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span></p>
-
-<p>“She followed me in my long rides on horseback, over down and through
-wood, ranging far away on her own business, but ever and anon coming
-back to see how I was getting on. She lay at my feet in my library,
-and slept on a couch at the bottom of my bed. About eighteen months
-before her death, she developed signs of failing sight, and gradually
-grew totally blind. This blindness was the cause of an accident on
-which I do not care to dwell, but which necessitated her destruction;
-and on the twenty-seventh of July she passed away without a pang. She
-lies buried in the garden here, at the foot of a flag-staff, and on her
-prettily turfed grave is the following inscription:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Here lies</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Nelly</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">A Collie Dog;</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">for nine years a much loved friend,</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">gentle, affectionate, and true.</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="smcap">Died July 27th, 1887.</span></div>
-    <div class="verse indent0"><span class="allsmcap">E. Y., L. K. Y., A. M. B., W. W.</span></div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>“This is the history of Nelly, whose memory is so dear to me that I
-will never have another pet.”</p>
-
-<p><i lang="de" xml:lang="de">Vorbei! vorbei</i>—past and gone!—says Andersen in telling the
-fir-tree’s story. It is also <i lang="de" xml:lang="de">vorbei!</i> with these pets—with
-Mouche and Dash and Kaiser, with Geist and Nelly and Flush.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>IV.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140">“<em>THE UPPER TEN.</em> ”</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="IV">IV.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">“THE UPPER TEN.”</p>
-
-
-<p>Biography is so genial nowadays, and full of easy gossip, that we
-cannot help wondering a little at her former stiffness. Nothing is
-below her notice now, but the personalia of earlier times slip into her
-pages more by accident than design. This, no doubt, is the reason why
-she referred so seldom or so briefly to the pet animals of royalty.
-There was a divinity in monarchs then, and she treated them with such
-ceremonious respect that if we had only her account to look to, we
-should know but little of their real selves.</p>
-
-<p>Fortunately for us, letters have been written in every age, and
-countless private journals. From these sources come the anecdotes, the
-jests, the bits of gossip which recall the past more vividly, and make
-these old rulers seem life-like even yet. In this way many a simple,
-natural trait has been preserved to relieve the court background of
-formality and grandeur; many a little incident is told that proves our
-common blood. Kings and queens loved and hoped, or grieved and feared,
-even as ourselves who wear no crowns; and while the soft afterglow of
-years falls on royalty surrounded<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> by its pets, we realize anew how one
-touch of nature can make the whole world kin.</p>
-
-<p>About the beginning of the seventeenth century, there might have
-been seen in India at the magnificent court of Jehangir, a favorite
-of unusual intelligence and size, whose story has come down to us in
-memoirs written by the Emperor himself. It reads like a page from the
-Arabian Nights.</p>
-
-<p>“Among my brother’s elephants,” he says, “was one of which I could
-not but express the highest admiration, and to which I gave the name
-of Indraging (the elephant of India). It was of a size I never beheld
-before—such as to get upon his back required a ladder of fourteen
-steps. It was of a disposition so gentle and tractable that under the
-most furious incitements, if an infant then unwarily threw itself in
-its way, it would lay hold of it with its trunk, and place it out of
-danger with the utmost tenderness and care. The animal was at the same
-time of such unparalleled speed and activity that the fleetest horse
-was not able to keep up with it; and such was its courage that it would
-attack with perfect readiness a hundred of the fiercest of its kind.</p>
-
-<p>“Such in other respects, although it may appear in some degree tedious
-to dwell upon the subject, were the qualities of this noble and
-intelligent quadruped, that I assigned a band of music to attend upon
-it; and it was always preceded by a company of forty spearsmen. It had
-for its beverage every morning a Hindostany maun (twenty-eight pounds)
-of liquor; and every morning and evening there were boiled for its meal
-four mauns of rice, and two mauns of beef or mutton, with one maun of
-oil or clarified butter. From among all the others this same elephant
-was selected for my morning rides, and for this purpose there was
-always upon its back a howdah of solid gold. Four mauns of gold were
-moreover<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span> wrought into rings, chains, and other ornaments for its neck,
-breast and legs; and lastly, its body was painted all over every day
-with the dust of sandal-wood.”</p>
-
-<p>There is something quite captivating in the idea of all this oriental
-pomp enshrining the favorite of an emperor—in its careful tendance,
-its perfumes, jewels and musicians—the latter, in particular, being an
-attention as delicate as unusual.</p>
-
-<p>One would like to know its after-history—whether it survived so
-magnificent a patron, and whether, in that case, its splendor remained
-undiminished to the end. But the story of the Elephant of India stops
-with Jehangir.</p>
-
-<p>About the same time that this liberal-minded monarch ascended the
-throne of the East, there died in Genoa another imperial favorite—the
-hound Roldarno, which had belonged to Charles <abbr title="5">V</abbr>., and was by him given
-to Andrea Doria. Such at least is the common version; but it is also
-stated that Roldarno belonged to a later Doria, and did not die until
-nine years after the old Admiral was in his grave. In either case, he
-was a notable dog, and received the final honor of interment at the
-foot of a statue of Jupiter—to the end “that Roldarno still might
-guard a king.” His life-size portrait may be seen in the Doria palace.</p>
-
-<p>This same Emperor had an almost feminine liking for birds and flowers;
-and he who would not lift a finger to keep his heretic subjects from
-the flames, once ordered his tent to be left standing in the camp,
-otherwise dismantled, simply because a swallow had nested in its folds.</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“And it stood there all alone,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Loosely flapping, torn and tattered,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Till the brood was fledged and flown,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Singing o’er those walls of stone</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">That the cannon-shot had shattered.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span></p>
-<p>In the last years of his life at Yuste, he made great pets of a cat and
-parrot. After his death, they were transferred to his daughter, the
-Princess Juana, who with true Spanish courtesy, dispatched a litter
-for them in charge of a faithful servant. In due time they reached
-Valladolid, well and happy, having traveled together a number of days
-without one single recorded peck or scratch.</p>
-
-<p>Charles’s contemporary, William of Orange, liked dogs—and with
-reason—for he owed his life to a pet spaniel. It roused him from sleep
-just in time to escape by one door as the enemy entered the other.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="078">
- <img src="images/078.jpg" alt="" width="456" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> FREDERICK THE GREAT AND HIS SISTER WILHELMINA.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Antoine Pesne.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Either this dog, or another of the same race, after William was
-murdered, detected the assassin beneath a pile of rubbish. Having done
-this act of justice, he refused food, and died upon the corpse of
-his master. William’s monument at the Hague represents him in armor,
-reclining under a marble canopy, with the faithful dog at his feet.
-Bunsen says that as he looked at it he could not help hoping the two
-friends were buried together. Why not?</p>
-
-<p>A monarch who not only liked dogs, but much preferred them to men, was
-Frederick the Great of Prussia. His grim father,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span> who curtailed all
-the son’s amusements, his freedom, friendships, and food, was probably
-unaware of his fondness for animals, or he would have curtailed them
-also. The moment Frederick became his own master, a crowd of Italian
-greyhounds began to caper at his side across the historic stage. He was
-never without a half dozen at the least to divert his leisure moments.
-When they were not at their sport, they occupied the blue satin
-chairs and couches in his room. Leather balls were supplied for their
-amusement, but in spite of this precaution they kept the furniture
-ragged.</p>
-
-<p>“How can I help it?” said the king; “if I should get the chairs mended
-to-day, they would be as badly torn to-morrow; so it is best to bear
-with the inconvenience.”</p>
-
-<p>He was found one day upon the floor with a platter of fried meat, from
-which he was feeding his dogs. He kept order among them by means of
-a little stick—now driving back an over-greedy applicant, and now
-shoving a choice morsel towards some special favorite.</p>
-
-<p>He was apt to dislike any one whom they disliked, and to favor those
-they favored. If his pets were ill, he sought medical advice, and
-nothing more enraged him than to find—as he several times did—that
-the physicians considered it beneath their dignity to prescribe for an
-animal.</p>
-
-<p>The best beloved, the Joseph among his dogs, was Biche. The story
-goes that when reconnoitering one day during the campaign of 1745, he
-was pursued by the enemy, and concealed himself under a bridge, with
-Biche in his arms. Discovery was imminent—the least whine or snuffle
-would have betrayed them; but the nervous little creature crouched
-motionless, almost breathless, and the pair escaped.</p>
-
-<p>It was this dog, which along with the king’s baggage, was captured<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span> at
-Sohar, and at whose return he wept with joy. An elaborate monument at
-Sans Souci commemorates its virtues. All his dogs lie buried there,
-at either end of the terrace, under flat stones inscribed with their
-names. Frederick wished to be buried with them, but his successor was
-unwilling, and interred the great king with his ancestors. In his last
-illness he would sit for hours together on the sunshiny terrace—averse
-as ever to the society of his kind, but always with a chair at his side
-for a dog, and a feeble hand ready to pat its head. A few hours before
-he died, he bade the attendant throw an extra quilt—not over his own
-chill form—but over a shivering greyhound at his feet! What a tragic
-contrast to the joyous little drummer shown in the painting by Pesne.</p>
-
-<p>No less fond of dogs than Frederick, is Prince Bismarck to-day. It
-is his ardent wish that they too may live on in another world, so
-that death need not separate us from them. One noble hound twice
-saved his life, and—trustiest of confidants—accompanied him to the
-conference between the Emperors of Germany and Austria—behaving there
-with a diplomatic courtesy and reserve that would have done credit to
-Metternich.</p>
-
-<p>Sultel, or Sultan, a remarkably intelligent animal, was poisoned in
-1877, at his master’s country-seat. He died, after some hours of
-intense suffering, throughout which Bismarck watched by his side. He
-has been long and deeply mourned. The princess offered a life pension
-to any one who would point out the assassin—but in vain; the wretch is
-still undetected.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="081">
- <img src="images/081.jpg" alt="" width="373" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> PRINCE BISMARCK AND HIS DOGS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From life photograph.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>It is said that Prince Bismarck feeds his dogs himself, and (whisper
-it low!) that he actually feeds them at table! No unpleasant “Off
-with you!” reminds his four-footed friends that they are not as men
-and brothers, and hence, as diners-out. Admitted to an honorable<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span>
-intimacy, the companions of their master’s walks and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> meals, the
-habitués of his study—they live with him on terms of mutual respect,
-and show by their stately bearing how truly they are dogs of
-distinction.</p>
-
-<p>Statesmen are very apt to make friends of animals, for they realize
-that no intimates are so safe as those who cannot betray them—who
-understand, but never repeat. Daniel Webster had his favorite horses,
-and Randolph of Roanoke his dogs, who traveled with him wherever he
-went, and were served at table with clean plates, choice beefsteaks
-and new milk—anything less excellent than the best being, in their
-master’s opinion, unworthy of himself and them. Henry Fawcett had
-Oddo, who was promoted from the post of house-dog to be his companion,
-and Lord Eldon had the inimitable Pincher. The latter reached a good
-old age, contrary to all expectations, since in the matter of diet
-he lived “not wisely but too well.” In the character of a sitter he
-made acquaintance with Sir Edwin Landseer, who pronounced him “a very
-picturesque old dog, with a great look of cleverness in his face.” He
-figured with his master in several other portraits and drawings, was a
-faithful, amusing little friend, and as such was remembered by name in
-Lord Eldon’s will. When he died, in 1840, he was buried in a peaceful
-garden, where, to this day, his tombstone may be seen.</p>
-
-<p>Among the powers that were, who had their pets, Peter the Great must be
-included—the Czar whose evil-tempered monkey was a terror to all the
-attendants at court, obliged as they were to endure without resenting
-its malice. A much more agreeable favorite was Lisette, an Italian
-greyhound presented to Peter by the Sultan. Once she saved a life, and
-her Victoria Cross is the record in history of this achievement. A poor
-fellow had been condemned, for some small error, to the knout. All
-intercession<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span> had failed, and the hour of execution was at hand, when
-his friends bethought them of fastening a petition to Lisette’s collar
-and sending her with it to the Czar. This was done, and what he had
-refused to his loyal subjects he granted to little Lisette. Not without
-reason is the skeleton of this timely advocate still preserved in the
-city where she lived!</p>
-
-<p>The Norman kings of England were for the most part sturdy soldiers,
-with a passion for the chase in their leisure hours. Very naturally,
-therefore, such pets as they possessed came under the head of knightly
-belongings, and were either horse and hound or hawk. In truth, they
-were too stern a race to spend much time in endearments of any kind.
-We can hardly imagine them tending a “fringie-pawe,” or toying with
-“spaniels gentle.” The aristocratic greyhound was their favorite
-instead, and they spared no pains to develop its peculiar excellencies.
-Old Wynken de Worde tells us in a rather bald rhyme, that the
-thorough-bred greyhound should be:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">Headed lyke a snake,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Neckyed lyke a drake,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Footyed lyke a catte,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Taylled lyke a ratte,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Syded lyke a teme</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And chyned lyke a beme;—</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>while another rough-edged rhyme bears witness to the fact that dogs as
-well as ancestors came over with the Conqueror. Thus it runs:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">William de Conigsby</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Came out of Brittany,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">With his wyfe Tiffany,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And his maide Manfas,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And his dogge Hardigras.</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span></p>
-<p>Richard Cœur de Lion was called an excellent judge of a hound, a
-characteristic remembered by Scott in his novel of “The Talisman”; but
-a life of crusading left him small leisure for canine friendships. His
-brother John is thought to have given the famous Gellert to Llewellyn,
-but this is far from certain. Perhaps, as modern authorities seem to
-think, the pathetic story of this hound is only a myth, but in any case
-it is too well-known for repetition, and we pass on to the hound of
-Richard <abbr title="2">II</abbr>.</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“It was informed me,” says Froissart, “that Kynge Richard had a
-grayhounde, who always wayted upon the kynge, and wolde knowe no man
-els. For whensoever the kynge did ryde, he that kept the grayhounde
-dyd lette hym lose, and he wolde streyght runne to the kynge, and faun
-uppon hym, and lepe with his fore-fete uppon the kynge’s shoulders.
-And as the kynge and the Erle of Derby talked togyder in the courte,
-the grayhounde, who was wonte to leape uppon the kynge, left the
-kynge, and came to the Erle of Derby, Duke of Lancastre, and made hym
-the same friendly countenance and chere he was wonte to do to the
-kynge. The Duke, who knew not the grayhounde demanded of the kynge
-what the grayhounde wolde do; ‘Cosin,’ quod the kynge, ‘it is a greate
-goode token to you and an evyl sygne to me.’ ‘Sir, how know ye that?’
-quod the Duke. ‘I know it well,’ quod the kynge; ‘the grayhounde
-maketh you chere this day as king of Englaunde, as ye shal be, and
-I shal be deposed. The grayhounde hath this knowledge naturally,
-therefore take hym to you: he will followe you and forsake me.’ The
-Duke understood well these words, and cheryshed the grayhounde, who
-wolde never after followe Kynge Richard, but followed the Duke of
-Lancastre.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Such is the tragic legend whose embroidery does not hide the underlying
-fact. It is easy to see that, with crown, and queen, and life itself in
-the balance, the king had yet another pang to endure, when his own dear
-hound turned from him, and fawned upon his rival.</p>
-
-<p>Of the hapless princes who were murdered in the tower, little is known.
-There is a picture of them, however, painted long years afterward by
-Paul Delaroche, which everybody knows. Seated on the antique bed, they
-have been looking together at a book, when, all at once, speech and
-motion are arrested by the sound of a stealthy<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span> step, or it may be a
-whisper in the passage outside their room. With tense gaze and bated
-breath they listen; meanwhile, their little spaniel peers around the
-corner of the bed, in an attitude of keen attention. Like his masters,
-he is aware of danger, if indeed he was not the first to detect it. And
-thus united by a common fear, the three remain—a tragic, listening
-group—immortal forever on the painter’s canvas.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="086">
- <img src="images/086.jpg" alt="" width="344" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> QUEEN ELIZABETH IN HER PEACOCK GOWN.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Zucchero, at Hampton Court.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Several English kings kept a menagerie, Henry <abbr title="1">I</abbr>. having formed one at
-Woodstock, and Henry <abbr title="3">III</abbr>. at the Tower, while their successors kept
-up and amplified the collections already formed. In this connection
-an unpleasant story is told of Henry <abbr title="7">VII</abbr>., a story that proves him no
-lover of the canine race. It seems that a lion from the royal menagerie
-was baited one day for the king’s amusement, its opponents being four
-noble English mastiffs. The struggle was long and severe, but in the
-end the mastiffs conquered. Then Henry, who feigned to believe that
-the lion was lawful king over other beasts, caused the four luckless
-victors to be hung, as traitors to their<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span> lord. In this way he pointed
-a moral for the use of his turbulent nobles.</p>
-
-<p>A pleasanter story concerns his parrot. It fell from a window in
-Westminster Palace into the Thames. “A boat! twenty pounds for a boat!”
-screamed Polly at this dreadful crisis; and twenty pounds the king
-actually paid to the waterman who restored his pet. This was doing
-pretty well for a parsimonious king.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="087">
- <img src="images/087.jpg" alt="" width="377" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, AT THE AGE OF TEN.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting in Lord Napier’s collection.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Baitings, whether of bull, bear, or lion, were greatly in vogue during
-his reign. Henry <abbr title="8">VIII</abbr>. also enjoyed them, but preferred the chase,
-and his account-books are full of items referring to hawk and hound.
-Spaniels, mastiffs, greyhounds; their muzzles, collars and chains;
-their keeper’s salary; the cost of their transportation in accompanying
-the king from place to place—all these items help to swell the bill
-of His Majesty’s personal expenses. Occasionally, too, they get into
-mischief, killing some poor fellow’s sheep or cow, a loss invariably
-paid for, and as duly chronicled in the account-book. Dogs are often
-given to the king, who of course does not fail to reward the donor.
-One man presents him with a mastiff that has been taught to fetch and
-carry, and gets twenty shillings for his gift. Another time four<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span>
-shillings, eight pence are paid “to one that made the dogges draw
-water.” A poor woman gets “four shillings, eight pence in rewarde for
-bringinge of Cutte, the kynge’s dog.” He had been lost at least once
-before, as is proved by an entry of ten shillings “for bringing back
-Cutte, the kynges spanyell.” Other five shillings went for restoring
-“Ball, that was lost in the forreste of Walltham.”</p>
-
-<p>From this and similar evidence we may infer that the dogs of yesterday
-comported themselves very much like the dogs of to-day; that they
-learned tricks, and were skilled in field-sports; that occasionally
-they poached; that they were lost, and again found—after the
-time-honored fashion of dogs.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="088">
- <img src="images/088.jpg" alt="" width="339" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> LADY MARGARET LENOX, MOTHER Of LORD DARNLEY.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>In the Hampton Court Collection.—From a rare print.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>About this time, there seems to have been a growing attachment on the
-part of the court ladies to “lytel dogges” as pets. When Catherine
-of Aragon was queen, each maid of honor to Her Majesty was allowed
-one maid, and <em>a spaniel</em> . Anne Boleyn followed the example of
-her predecessor—at least where dogs were concerned. The tell-tale
-account-books name several of her favorites, but refer most often to a
-greyhound, Urian, which, owing to an unruly disposition, was often in
-trouble. Once it killed a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span> cow, but Henry recompensed the cow’s owner
-by a present of ten shillings.</p>
-
-<p>This was in Anne’s day of prosperity, when she and hers could do no
-wrong in the king’s sight. A few years later, when the son she had
-hoped for was born dead, and Henry’s dislike was apparent to all; when
-ill, sad and apprehensive, we see her once more with her dogs. The king
-is away, taking his pleasure, and she mopes alone at Greenwich Palace.
-Here, in what was called the Quadrangle Court, we are told that she
-“would sit for hours in silence and abstraction, or seeking a joyless
-pastime playing with her little dogs, and setting them to fight each
-other.”</p>
-
-<p>A few weeks more, and the curtain fell on poor Anne with her
-short-lived royalty; erelong, too, on Henry himself, his sickly son,
-and unhappy daughter Mary; and now, amidst general rejoicing, Elizabeth
-mounted the throne. This remarkable queen, in whose character blended
-some very masculine traits with others equally feminine, revealed her
-twofold nature in amusements as well as in more serious affairs. She
-was fond of singing-birds, of apes, and little dogs; but much fonder of
-the chase and bear or lion baitings. Her greatest pet was the famous
-wardrobe which at her death numbered three thousand dresses, and of
-which a queer specimen is shown in a painting by Zucchero at Hampton
-Court. He has depicted her in a loose short robe, figured with birds
-and flowers, and wearing an Oriental cap. Her expression is decidedly
-ill-tempered, and rather vain. One cannot help congratulating her many
-suitors on their lack of success.</p>
-
-<p>As in dress, so in other things—Elizabeth liked to be thought
-original; and her fancy for the tiny hunting-dogs called beagles,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> made
-them the fashion during her reign. It is to this whim that Dryden’s
-lines refer:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“The graceful goddess was array’d in green—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">About her feet were little beagles seen</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">That watched with upward eye the</div>
-    <div class="verse indent8">Motions of their queen.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>But it is not until the time of the Stuarts that we find something like
-the modern feeling for pets—a feeling based on genuine kindly regard
-for the animal race. Some of them carried it to excess, no doubt, but
-still it is a trait that adds to our liking for these luckless kings—a
-pleasant feature in the story of lives that were continually passing
-from mirth to tears, from poetry to prose, and from a throne to the
-cushionless seat of a Pretender. There is no sadder lesson in history
-than this of the Stuart kings, who began with so much, and ended with
-nothing. They had beauty, talent, high estate, devoted friends, and
-good intentions; yet somehow, what they touched did not prosper, their
-good gifts did not avail them.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="090">
- <img src="images/090.jpg" alt="" width="507" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CHILDREN OF CHARLES <abbr title="1">I</abbr>., WITH SPANIELS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From a painting by Vandyke.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Beneficent fairies were present at their birth, and brought priceless
-gifts; but all was counteracted by one fatal oversight, <span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span>since the
-malevolent fairy, uninvited, came only to punish the slight.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="091">
- <img src="images/091.jpg" alt="" width="578" height="450">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CHILDREN OF CHARLES <abbr title="1">I</abbr>.; PRINCE CHARLES AND HIS MASTIFF.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From a painting by Vandyke.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]<br><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span></p>
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“What boots it thy virtue?</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">What profit thy parts?</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">If one thing thou lackest—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">The art of all arts?”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Something—whatever it might be—they assuredly lacked, and atoned for
-the lack by their misfortunes. Meanwhile they enjoyed life, and in many
-ways made it pleasant, exhibiting wit, ready courtesy, and a good-will
-that, as before said, extended to both animals and men.</p>
-
-<p>James <abbr title="1">I</abbr>., like his Tudor predecessors, was extremely fond of the chase.
-Contemporary writers give queer accounts of his awkward, headlong
-riding, and disgusting eagerness for the trophy. “The King of England,”
-says one, “is merciful except in hunting, where he appears cruel. When
-he finds himself unable to take the beast, he frets and storms, and
-cries ‘God is angry with me, but I will have him for all that!’”</p>
-
-<p>Dogs were a prominent feature in the royal establishment, and one hound
-named Jewel, Jowel, or Jowler, is often mentioned. Almost his first
-appearance in history is in the character of a petitioner. Royal visits
-in these earlier days were luxuries expensive to the host, however
-welcome. Letters yet exist that prove how much they were dreaded.
-Elizabeth bestowed many such marks of honor on her subjects, and no
-matter how great the inconvenience, her involuntary entertainers dared
-not hint it. That a hint on the matter was once given to James, may be
-taken as a proof of his good nature.</p>
-
-<p>He had gone with his retinue to Royston, where, erelong, the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> presence
-of so many guests made a deep hole in their host’s larder and purse.
-Therefore—but this part of the story is best told in a letter written
-at the time by Edmund Lascelles, a groom of the Privy Chamber.</p>
-
-<p>He says: “One day, one of the king’s special hounds, called Jowler, was
-missing. The king was much displeased at his absence; he went hunting
-notwithstanding. The next day, when they went to the field, Jowler came
-in among the rest of the hounds; the king was told, and was glad of
-his return, but, looking on him, spied a paper about his neck. On this
-paper was written. ‘Good Mr. Jowler, we pray you speak to the king (for
-he hears you every day, and so he doth not us), that it will please His
-Majesty to go back to London, for else the country will be undone; all
-our provision is spent, and we are unable to entertain him longer.’”</p>
-
-<p>This plain hint was not taken amiss—in fact, it was not taken at all;
-and His Majesty staid on at Royston until it quite suited him to leave,
-which was not until some days later.</p>
-
-<p>Poor Jewel’s end was untimely. The court was at Theobalds, and Queen
-Anne, who liked hunting as well as James, went out to shoot deer.
-“She mistook her mark,” writes Sir Dudley Carleton, “and killed
-Jewel, the king’s most principall and special hound, at which he
-stormed exceedingly a while; but after he learned who did it, was soon
-pacified; and, with much kindness, wished her not to be troubled with
-it, for he should love her never the worse; and the next day he sent
-her a diamond worth two thousand pounds, as a legacy from his dead dog.”</p>
-
-<p>How vividly the scene rises before us—the richly dressed huntress
-and courtiers, the too confident aim, the brief suspense then the
-horror-struck certainty that no deer, but a hound is the victim—even
-Jewel, “most speciall” to the king! And then, it<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span> may be, an embassy
-was sent to break the news; and we can imagine how cautiously it was
-done. But still, there follows a bad half-hour, for the king raves and
-storms, until at last the embassador ventures to say, “The queen is
-full of grief at her mischance.”</p>
-
-<p>“The queen, ye rogues!” he shouts, “was it her mischance? Why not have
-said so before?”</p>
-
-<p>The storm is over, and kind-hearted James hurries off to comfort his
-wife.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="095">
- <img src="images/095.jpg" alt="" width="372" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">JAMES STUART, DUKE OF RICHMOND, SON OF ESME STUART.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From a painting by Vandyke.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>He does not appear in so amiable a light on all occasions, and often
-tried the patience of his friends by asking for such of their dogs or
-hawks as happened to particularly please him. A royal request was in
-the nature of a command, and our former kings were not very nice in the
-matter. It was assumed as a matter of course that people would be only
-too happy to gratify their wishes; so they asked for what they wanted,
-and rarely failed to get it.</p>
-
-<p>Besides this indirect levy, King James was at considerable pains to
-import valuable hawks and hunting-dogs. There is extant a letter of his
-to the Earl of Mar, asking him to send for three or four couples of
-Earth-Dogs, as terriers were then called.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span></p>
-
-<p>“Have a special care,” he urged, “that the oldest of them be not
-passing three years of age;” and again, “Send them not all in one ship,
-but some in one ship, some in another, lest the ship should miscarry.”</p>
-
-<p>It was customary in these days, when the king visited a school or
-university, for some of the students to hold a disputation in his
-presence, that he might see their facility in logic, and that they
-might do credit to their college. Well, King James once visited
-Cambridge, and the Philosophy Act, as it was called, was kept before
-him. The subject to be disputed was, “whether dogs were capable of
-syllogisms.” Gravely was it argued, gravely did King James listen
-(perhaps with a memory of Jowler) and great was the applause when young
-Matthew Wren maintained that just as the king was mightier and wiser
-than other men, so also, by virtue of their prerogative, were the
-king’s dogs more gifted, and more capable than other dogs, even in the
-matter of syllogisms. The royal listener was wonderfully pleased with
-this bit of logic; and we may add that the logician rose high in his
-favor, becoming eventually Bishop Wren.</p>
-
-<p>The children of James and Anne inherited their love of animals, if
-indeed they did not derive it from a source more remote. We know that
-their unfortunate grandmother, Mary Stuart, had pets: and no more
-piteous tale has ever been told than that of the little creature who
-staid with her on the scaffold. It was a long-haired Skye terrier,
-Bébé by name. When she knelt at the block, he lay concealed in the
-folds of her dress; but after the fatal stroke, while the executioners
-were despoiling the body, he crept out, and placed himself between the
-severed trunk and head. There he was found by Jane Kennedy, and there
-he clung, wet with his mistress’s blood, until removed by force. Who
-can measure the agony of<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> that faithful little heart, when, all in a
-moment, its world of affection had shrunk to a lump of irresponsive
-clay! One would fain know of Bébé—whether, as some say, he died of
-grief, or, as others maintain, lived several years, well cared for by
-a noble lady. And where, when death came, was he buried? Fidelity like
-his deserves a memorial, and doubtless had it at the time, although
-history is silent on the point. And after all, it does not matter, for
-we do not forget him.</p>
-
-<p>One of the most charming figures in this connection, is the Princess
-Elizabeth, daughter of James <abbr title="1">I</abbr>. As is usually the case with royal
-children, she was educated apart from her parents. They sent her with
-six little companions to Combe Abbey, to be under the charge of Lord
-and Lady Harrington. Through the park of this pleasant country-seat,
-flowed a river, and in the river was a tiny island which they gave
-to the princess for her very own. A house was built upon it for the
-manager of the small farm, and the farm itself was stocked with cattle,
-equally diminutive. An aviary was also given her, netted over with
-gilt wire, and filled with birds of gay plumage or musical throats.
-Furthermore, there was a garden, in which grew flowers for pleasure,
-and herbs “for ye animalls’ helth.” It was as nearly a child’s paradise
-as anything can be; and I fancy that many a time the discrowned Queen
-of Bohemia looked back with longing to the “Fairy Farm” of her youth.</p>
-
-<p>Lord Harrington’s account-books are often and amusingly enlivened by
-such items as: so much “to shearing her Hieness’ great rough dog;” to
-making cages for her birds, or, to supplying cotton for her monkey’s
-bed, etc. A further evidence of her tastes is the childish portrait
-preserved at Combe Abbey, which represents her surrounded by her pets.
-And many another proof is<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span> given, her whole life through, in the
-presents of animals her friends sent her, in her own pleasant mention
-of her pets, and in her correspondence. Here, for instance, is an
-amusing note, dated 1618:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“To Sir Dudley Carleton, from the fair hands of Mrs. Elizabeth Ashley,
-chief gouvernante to all the monkeys and dogs. The monkeys you sent
-came hither very well, and are now grown so proud that they will come
-to nobody but her Highness, who hath them in her bed every morning,
-and the little prince. He is so fond of them that he says he desires
-nothing but such monkeys of his own.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>All of Elizabeth’s children inherited her fondness for pets, but most
-of all, Prince Rupert, whose devotion to Boy became a by-word among the
-Roundheads.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="098">
- <img src="images/098.jpg" alt="" width="352" height="450">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCESS ELIZABETH, ELDEST DAUGHTER OF JAMES <abbr title="1">I</abbr>.,<br>
-AND HER PETS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Sketch from painting.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>As a child Charles <abbr title="1">I</abbr>. liked animals, but little is said of his
-favorites, after he became king. The times were too serious, a
-revolution was seething, and writers were busy with larger themes.
-Still, a few anecdotes have reached us. “Methinks,” says Sir Philip
-Warwick, “because it shows his dislike of a common court vice, it is
-not unworthy the relating of him, that one evening his dog scratching
-at the door, he commanded me to let in Gipsy; whereupon I took the
-boldness to say, ‘Sir, I perceive you love a grayhounde better than you
-do a spanell.’ ‘Yes,’ says he,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span> ‘for they equally love their masters,
-and yet do not flatter them so much.’”</p>
-
-<p>Not long before his execution, Charles bade farewell to his dogs and
-had them sent to the queen, lest their presence might distract him
-from more solemn thoughts. Of this queen, Henrietta Maria, a charming
-story is told, which, though it says little for her prudence, bears
-ample witness to her affectionate heart. On her return from Holland,
-she landed at Burlington, and staid there over night. Before daybreak
-the Parliamentary forces were at hand, and she with her ladies fled
-in haste. They had not gone very far when she noticed that Mitte, her
-lap-dog, had been left behind. Madame de Motteville calls it “an ugly
-old dog,” but adds that the queen was extremely fond of it. So it would
-seem, for heedless of remonstrance, back she rushed, caught up Mitte,
-who was still dozing on her bed, and once more sped away—in safety.</p>
-
-<p>It may be added that there was formerly, in Holyrood Palace, a painting
-of Charles and Henrietta, surrounded by their dogs. Prominent among
-these is a white Shock, which some think to be the identical Mitte of
-Burlington fame.</p>
-
-<p>Of the little dogs petted in former reigns, numerous specimens may be
-seen in pictures and engravings. A rare print of Lady Margaret Lenox,
-the mother of Darnley, shows one of them playing at her feet, with a
-dapper air that contrasts amusingly with her dignified appearance.</p>
-
-<p>It was reserved for Charles <abbr title="2">II</abbr>. to bring the “Comforter” cult to its
-highest development, and win thereby much sarcastic notice from the
-writers of the time. Old Dr. Carns, who lived in Elizabeth’s reign, was
-particularly severe on this folly, but he could not have dreamed to
-what lengths it would reach a few years later.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span> We might, with a little
-change of spelling, apply his words directly to the pug and terrier
-craze of fashionable ladies to-day. Speaking of the “spaniells gentle,
-or comforters,” he says:</p>
-
-<p>“These dogges are little, pretty, proper, and fyne, and sought for to
-satisfie the delicateness of daintie dames, instrumentes of folly for
-them to play and dally withal, to tryfle away the treasure of time, to
-withdraw their mindes from more commendable exercises.”</p>
-
-<p>Sarcasm and good advice alike were wasted. Where a king set the
-fashion, fine gentlemen and ladies delighted to follow, and lap-dogs
-became as necessary to their equipment as lace ruffles or brocades.
-Charles <abbr title="2">II</abbr>. and his brother, James <abbr title="2">II</abbr>., always liked dogs; and some
-fine canvases by Vandyke remain, in which the royal children are
-grouped with their four-footed friends. In one painting, Prince Charles
-is the central figure; one hand hangs idly at his side; the other
-rests on the head of a huge mastiff, near which frisks a tiny spaniel.
-The same spaniel probably, and another that might be its twin, act as
-“supporters” in a second painting to the three oldest children.</p>
-
-<p>When, after many vicissitudes, Charles finally reached the throne,
-his devotion to pets was more marked than ever, and he gave them a
-good deal of attention that by rights belonged elsewhere. Under date
-of September 4, 1667, Repys notes in his Diary that he “went by coach
-to Whitehall, to the Council Chamber. All I observed there is the
-silliness of the king’s playing with his dog all the while, and not
-minding the business.”</p>
-
-<p>As a matter of course, contemporary wits and playwrights are not
-silent, and have many a squib too at this foible of Charles:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“His dogs would sit at Council Board,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Like judges in their furs;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">We question much which had most sense,—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">The Master, or the Curs.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="101">
- <img src="images/101.jpg" alt="" width="349" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCESS MARY, DAUGHTER OF CHARLES <abbr title="1">I</abbr>.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From etching by Modgin of painting by Sir Peter Lely,<br>
-in the Hampton Court Collection.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]<br><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span></p>
-
-<p>John Evelyn, another diarist, speaks with some disgust of the lengths
-to which Charles’ affection for his pets led him. The king would have
-them always about him, and allowed them to consider his bedroom and
-study their kennels.</p>
-
-<p>That dogs were lost and stolen with modern frequency, that rewards were
-offered for their return, is shown by notices like the following:</p>
-
-<p>“Lost out of the Mews, on the 6th of the present month (March, 1667)
-a little brindled greyhound belonging to His Majesty; if any one has
-taken her up, they are desired to bring her to the Porter’s Gate at
-Whitehall, and they shall have a very good content for their pains.”</p>
-
-<p>The king might often be seen when the weather was fine, sauntering
-along in St. James Park, his dogs beside him; and stopping every
-now and then to feed the ducks in the water. It is a pleasant
-picture—one we like to remember, and more creditable to Charles than
-most other scenes in his life. Such as we see him here, good-natured,
-kind-hearted, self-indulgent, just so he passed from the scene of the
-world. He had enjoyed the last gleam of prosperity that was to fall on
-the Stuart race. Their good fortune died with him, and with him, too,
-passed the golden age of the “Comforter.”</p>
-
-<p>With William of Orange came in pugs; and for a long time their odd
-ugly faces might be seen in all establishments of rank. Garnished with
-orange ribbons, in compliment to the king, they were known as Dutch
-pugs, and commanded high prices in the market.</p>
-
-<p>The Georges divided their royal favor impartially between spaniels,
-terriers and pugs. The Princess Charlotte, a sister of George <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.,
-was particularly fond of terriers, and had herself<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> painted with a
-long-haired darling of the species in her arms. The Duchess of York
-(wife to a son of George <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.) was such a lover of dogs as to have
-forty at one time, of different varieties. All her favorites were
-buried at Oatlands, where even yet some sixty or more tombstones may be
-seen. The Duchess herself wrote most of their epitaphs, of which the
-following may serve as a specimen:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Pepper, near this silent grotto,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Thy fair virtues lie confest;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Fidelity thy constant motto,—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Warmth of friendship speaks the test.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="104">
- <img src="images/104.jpg" alt="" width="301" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CHARLES <abbr title="2">II</abbr>. AND PET SPANIEL, AT DAWNEY COURT, BUCKS,<br>
-SEAT OF THE DUCHESS OF CLEVELAND.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From old and rare print.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Little Princess Amelia, the darling of all who knew her, petted every
-thing that came in her reach—her family, her servants, her horses,
-kittens, dogs and birds. One painting represents her as a chubby,
-winsome baby, playing with a King Charles; another shows her as a merry
-little girl with her pet bird. When she had grown up into a young
-lady, her sister Augusta gave her a bird which she greatly prized. Two
-days after her death it was brought<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> by an attendant to the donor. The
-Princess Amelia had so ordered it, she said, requesting only that it
-should not be returned the day of her death, nor yet the day after,
-lest its presence might affect her sister too deeply in those first
-hours of sorrow.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="105">
- <img src="images/105.jpg" alt="" width="244" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCESS AMELIA AND HER DOG.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From painting by Hoppner, in St. John’s Palace.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Both Victoria and Prince Albert had many favorites, which in being
-painted by Landseer have established a claim to immortality. The artist
-Leslie tells a pretty story of the young queen on her coronation day.
-The ceremony took an unconscionable time, and when she returned from
-it, she heard her pet spaniel barking wildly in the room where he was
-shut up. “Oh! there is Dash,” she cried, and hastened to lay off her
-splendid robes so that she might give him his long-deferred bath. There
-is a burial-place on the terrace at Windsor, as at Sans-Souci, and in
-one sunny corner rest the bones of this early favorite.</p>
-
-<p>Eos and Cairnach, Prince Albert’s dogs, were painted together by
-Landseer, and form a most dignified, graceful group. Islay, one of the
-Queen’s terriers, was painted with a mackaw and several love-birds,
-which reveals another trait of his royal mistress. She is very fond
-of birds, and in the fowl-house, in the Home Park,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span> are preserved the
-bodies of various feathered pets who have paid their last debt to
-nature. The most celebrated is a dove, which many years ago, when she
-visited Ireland with Prince Albert, was thrown into her carriage—a
-living message of good will. She cherished it to the end of its life;
-and its descendants still flutter around the towers of Windsor.</p>
-
-<p>Her stables, too, contain favorites. Prince Albert’s horse survived, an
-honored inmate, until quite lately; and the cream-colored Herrenhausen
-horses dream their lives away here in luxurious ease, being used by Her
-Majesty only on state occasions.</p>
-
-<p>“A favorite at Marlborough House” indicates clearly one taste at least
-of the exquisite princess who rouses so much enthusiasm in English
-hearts; and emphasizes a little speech she made at a meeting of the
-Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. “If,” said she, “I have
-saved even one cat from misery, I shall feel that I have done some good
-in the world.”</p>
-
-<p>If the cats at Windsor and Marlborough House have anything to
-complain of, it can only be over-indulgence. The bill for their silk
-throat-ribbons and silver bells is a large one, even at the most
-moderate estimate; they have their own special cushions and attendants;
-they often go out riding with their royal mistresses, and when the
-latter leave one palace for another, <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Messieurs et Mesdames Les
-Chats</i> travel with them, in such state and comfort as befit the
-possessions of royalty.</p>
-
-<p>But now let us turn from England to France, and glance at a few pets
-there. A pleasant memory remains of Louis <abbr title="13">XIII</abbr>.—his intercession, when
-a child, for the poor cats that were to be burned as witches on St.
-John’s Day. It availed not only for those particular cats, but for all
-their race henceforth in France.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="107">
- <img src="images/107.jpg" alt="" width="600" height="393">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCESS AUGUSTA, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCESS AMELIA, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>By permission of Messrs. Macmillan &amp; Co.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span><br><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span>One of his predecessors, Henry <abbr title="3">III</abbr>., used to carry a daintily-lined
-basket suspended from his neck by a silken cord. As he languidly talked with his
-guests or courtiers, he would at intervals, with hands delicate as a woman’s,
-sparkling with rings, caress the tiny, long-haired dogs which occupied
-the basket.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="109">
- <img src="images/109.jpg" alt="" width="318" height="450">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">A FAVORITE AT MARLBOROUGH HOUSE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Louis <abbr title="14">XIV</abbr>. petted himself more than any living creature; yet he had
-some sympathy to spare for his numerous dogs; he even had their
-portraits painted, at a considerable cost; and he also, presumably, had
-a favorite cat—if the story in Swift’s Memoirs is one to be relied
-upon. This story is to the effect that during the reign of Queen Anne,
-a Miss Nelly Bennet, a young lady who took prestige as a great beauty,
-visited the French court.</p>
-
-<p>She traveled in the care of witty Dr. Arbuthnot, who in a letter to
-the Dean, describes the outbursts of admiration that greeted his fair
-charge.</p>
-
-<p>“She had great honours done her,” he remarks, then adds, “and the
-hussar himself was ordered to bring her the king’s cat to kiss.”</p>
-
-<p>When this important bit of news came to be reported in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span> England, a wit,
-now unknown, wrote a poem on the event, describing how—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“... When as Nelly came to France</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">(Invited by her cousins),</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Across the Tuileries each glance</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Killed Frenchmen by whole dozens.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The king, as he at dinner sat,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Did beckon to his hussar,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And bid him bring his tabby-cat</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">For charming Nell to buss her.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Louis <abbr title="16">XVI</abbr>. had a favorite spaniel, playful and intelligent, like
-all its race. It accompanied him to the prison which he was only
-to exchange for the scaffold, and was bequeathed by him as a last
-remembrance to his daughter. Through four years of imprisonment it
-was her only friend and companion, and when upon her release “Madame
-Royale” went to her relatives in Austria, it was not left behind.
-But when, in 1801, the royal exiles were in Warsaw, the poor little
-favorite fell from a balcony in the Poniatowsky Palace, and was
-instantly killed.</p>
-
-<p>The first Napoleon cared little for any animal—except his war-horses.
-Cats, indeed, he detested; and of Fortune (a pet dog of the Empress
-Josephine) he was always jealous, and could not bear to see his wife
-caress it. But age, they say, brings wisdom; and in his case, it
-certainly brought toleration—of one dog at least. Here is the story:</p>
-
-<p>The seventeen-year-old Marie Louise, who was to be his second wife,
-had a favorite Italian greyhound which accompanied her on her way into
-France. Her Austrian suite was replaced at the frontier by a French
-one; and at Munich her last Austrian attendant was dismissed, together
-with the dog—a thing never intended<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span> by Napoleon, and only effected
-by intrigue. We can imagine the young girl’s grief, and can readily
-believe, as the historian says, that “the acquisition of a colossal
-empire did not console her for the loss of a little dog.”</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="111">
- <img src="images/111.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="256">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PET SPANIEL OF LOUIS <abbr title="16">XVI</abbr>., COMPANION OF HIS<br>
-DAUGHTER “MADAME ROYALE,” IN PRISON.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Fortunately for all concerned, the story found its way to Napoleon.
-At once he rubbed his Aladdin’s lamp (an article all emperors
-possess), and when he met his bride a few days later at Compiègne, he
-led her—not to a grand state-chamber, but to a cosey room, with a
-strangely familiar look. Her husband was a stranger; it was a new land,
-a new language, and new faces everywhere. But—what was that hysterical
-bark and scramble that greeted her on the threshold? What was that
-frantic little figure bounding up into her arms? What but her own
-little greyhound brought there with other familiar objects from her old
-home, by Napoleon’s thoughtful care! She welcomed her pet with a cry of
-delight; then turning, thanked, with wet eyes, the husband who was no
-longer a stranger.</p>
-
-<p>A few years later, and the wheel of fortune suddenly turned. Napoleon
-was an exile, and Louis <abbr title="18">XVIII</abbr>. (uncle to the Prisoners of the Temple)
-was king. About the time when his royal brother was guillotined, there
-also perished a M. de Vieux Pont, whose only crime was the possession
-of a parrot which said <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive le roi!</i> The bird came very near
-sharing the fate of its master, but<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span> citizeness Lebon promised, if its
-life was spared, to teach it better sentiments, and was allowed to take
-it home. This happened in the Reign of Terror; but now when the Fat
-King reigned, a worse fate, through him, befell a parrot of Napoleonic
-sympathies. A dog had comforted Madame Royale in her prison; but
-neither she nor her uncle, when they arrived at power, had any pity for
-Napoleonists.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="112">
- <img src="images/112.jpg" alt="" width="253" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PET ITALIAN GREYHOUND OF MARIE LOUISE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The parrot’s mistress had fled from her home in Ecouen on the approach
-of the Royalists, leaving the bird locked up in the closet of her room,
-with plenty of food and water. Now it so chanced that Louis <abbr title="18">XVIII</abbr>.
-spent the night in Ecouen, on his way to Paris, and was lodged in this
-very room. In the midst of his slumbers, he was suddenly startled by
-a shrill cry, close to his ear, of <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive l’empereur!</i> Nothing
-could be seen, yet again and again was the cry repeated. At last the
-poor, insulted, gouty king managed to pull the bell-rope and summon
-his attendants. After considerable search, they found a door behind
-the tapestry, and forced it open. There sat the criminal, chuckling to
-herself, and still shouting at intervals, <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive l’empereur!</i> Poor
-Polly! her triumph was short. It was <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">A bas!</i> with Napoleonists
-now; in a moment her neck was wrung, and a limp little feathered body
-bore silent witness that the Bourbons had returned.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="113">
- <img src="images/113.jpg" alt="" width="477" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CARLO ALBERTO AND HIS FAVORITE HORSE.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After the painting by Vernet.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]<br><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span></p>
-
-<p>Far, far more pleasant is a story told of the young Duchesse de Berri.
-On the day of her marriage to Louis’ nephew, she retired to her room
-after the ceremony, and was supposed to be resting. After a while
-her husband entered. Fancy the surprise, the amusement with which he
-witnessed his pretty bride’s diversion. She yet wore her magnificent
-marriage robes—a white brocade heavily embroidered with silver, and a
-diamond coronet surmounted by white ostrich plumes; but the enormous
-train—six yards long—she had twisted several times over her arm. Thus
-disencumbered, she was singing blithely, and dancing to her song with
-a pet spaniel she had brought from Naples, and which she held by the
-forepaws.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="115">
- <img src="images/115.jpg" alt="" width="203" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">VICTOR EMMANUEL AND HIS DOG.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From life photograph.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Another turn of the wheel, a few years later, seated a third Napoleon
-and Eugénie upon the throne. The latter was particularly fond of a
-Mexican parrot called Montezuma. When, in 1870, the Empire came to an
-end, and she fled to England, all her possessions were left behind in
-her hurried flight from the Tuileries. It was not until the imperial
-family was settled at Chiselhurst, that, remembering Montezuma, she
-sent a trusty attendant to France, to search for him. Almost a year
-passed by before he was found, exposed for sale in a shop! Then he
-was re-bought; he crossed the Channel in safety; a few hours more,
-and the ex-empress<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> was petting him as of old. But not as of old did
-he respond to her endearments, nibble the sweetmeats she offered, and
-say with flattering approval, <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive l’impératrice!</i> No, all was
-changed. Sullenly he declined sugar, pineapple, sweet biscuit; sullenly
-he withdrew from her caressing touch; and sullenly at last he spoke:
-<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Vive la république!</i> Truly the empire had passed away.</p>
-
-<p>The princes of Savoy have always entertained a soldierly liking for
-horse and hound; and with war for their occupation, and hunting
-for diversion, they have had abundant opportunity to test the good
-qualities and friendship of these animals. There is a museum in
-Turin where many of their favorite horses—stuffed and mounted—are
-preserved. Especially interesting is the “Favorito Cavallo” of Carlo
-Alberto, which, according to the inscription, was his chosen mount in
-peace, and which bore him safely through the campaign of 1848-49. It
-accompanied him into exile, and finally (1866) died in Turin, at the
-age of thirty years.</p>
-
-<p>Several horses in the museum belonged to Victor Emmanuel. This
-patriotic and jolly king was “<i lang="it" xml:lang="it">innamorato dei cani</i>,” especially
-of four hounds, the companions of his hunting trips. He was never so
-happy as when off on one of these expeditions. Often he would dismount
-and stretch himself on the ground beneath a tree, his horse and dogs
-grouped around him. Then, with a sigh of luxurious comfort, he would
-say: “Ouf! how happy am I here, and thus! What a beastly trade, what
-a pig-occupation, is this of being a king!” (<i lang="it" xml:lang="it">Che porco mestiero è
-quello di fare il Re!</i>)</p>
-
-<p>And again: “How well off should I be if I only always could live
-quietly, at ease among these friends!” patting, as he spoke, first
-one dog, then another. Poor king! he had given a United Italy to his
-people; to himself he could grant few hours of ease.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>V.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]<br><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="V">V.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">A NOTABLE CANINE TRIO.</p>
-
-
-<p>In almost every library where the owner has an antiquarian taste
-may be found a pair of stout, leather-bound volumes, bearing a kind
-of “important-facts” appearance which the title, stamped in gilt,
-airily contradicts. <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Nugæ antiquæ</i>, it reads. Trifles, in fine;
-anecdotes, memoranda of things passed by.</p>
-
-<p>The writer of the <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Nugæ</i> was Sir John Harrington—a man of
-literary tastes, witty, vivacious, warm-hearted and sarcastic. He
-put into his collection a little about a good many things. There are
-items of secret or curious history; there are good stories about “King
-Elizabeth and Queen James,” as some witty person entitled them; there
-are letters; and there is one letter, above all, full of interest and
-feeling, “concerninge his dogge, Bungey.” It was written to the young
-Prince Henry, King James’s oldest son; and Sir John evidently thought
-it worth while to make a copy, before sending away the original. It
-is only a trifle in the great sum of history—yet a trifle that means
-much. The brilliant Sir John comes very near us as we read; and none of
-his wit pleases us so well as this simple and affectionate tribute to
-the dog he had lost.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span></p>
-
-<p>One or two facts “concerninge” Bungey’s owner may not be amiss before
-giving the letter.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="120">
- <img src="images/120.jpg" alt="" width="254" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCE HENRY, ELDEST SON OF JAMES <abbr title="1">I</abbr>.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From rare print by Crispin Pass.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>When Elizabeth of England was a simply-dressed princess instead of the
-elaborately got-up potentate into which she afterwards developed, she
-had the ill-luck to be suspected of aiming at her sister’s throne. In
-consequence, not only was she herself put into the Tower, but various
-friends of hers were arrested, among them a gentleman named Harrington.
-He was heavily fined, besides being imprisoned. When, however, a
-few years later, Elizabeth became queen, she did not forget her old
-adherent, and among other marks of favor, stood godmother to his son
-John, afterwards Sir John Harrington. The fortunate baby grew up into a
-handsome and entertaining young man, with such an aptitude for saying
-bright things that his reputation spread far and wide. A maid-servant
-at an inn waited very carefully on him, for fear that if he were
-neglected, he “would make an epigram of her.” Even the Queen used to
-speak of him as her “witty godson.” She probably had no idea his wit
-ever turned on her own foibles, as well<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span> as those of other people. That
-it did so, however, appears from his journal.</p>
-
-<p>One item, remembering Elizabeth’s three thousand dresses, is especially
-amusing:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“On Sunday, my Lorde of London preachede to the Queene’s Majestie,
-and seemede to touch on the vanitie of deckinge the bodie too finely.
-Her Majestie tolde the Ladies that if the Bishope helde more discorse
-on such matters, she wolde fit him for Heaven, but he shoulde walke
-thither withoute a staffe, and leave his mantle behinde him; perchance
-the Bishope hathe never soughte her Highnesse wardrobe, or he wolde
-have chosen another texte.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The same hobby that led her to number her own dresses by the thousand,
-and her wigs by the hundred, led her also to interfere with the clothes
-of her subjects. One gentleman wore a suit she did not like, and she
-spit upon it, to show her aversion; “Heaven spare me such jibinge!”
-says poor Sir John. In fact, although the Queen’s godson, he had to
-tread carefully at court! and King James’s easy rule must have been a
-relief to him. Especially did he enjoy the friendship of Prince Henry,
-to whom, in 1608, he wrote the famous letter about “Bungey.”</p>
-
-<p>“Having good reason,” he says, “to thinke your Highnesse had goode will
-and likinge to reade what others have tolde of my rare dogge, I will
-even give a brief historie of his goode deedes and strannge feates;
-and herein will I not plaie the curr myselfe, but in good sooth relate
-what is no more nor lesse than bare verity. Although I meane not to
-disparage the deedes of Alexander’s horse, I will match my dogge
-against him for good carriage; for if he did not bear a great prince
-on his back, I am bold to saie he did often bear the sweet wordes of a
-greater princesse on his necke.</p>
-
-<p>“I did once relate to your Highnesse after what sorte his tacklinge<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span>
-was wherewithe he did sojourn from my house to the bathe to Greenwiche
-Palace, and deliver up to the Courte there such matters as were
-entrusted to his care. This he hath often done, and came safe to the
-bathe, or my howse here at Kelstone, with goodlie returnes from such
-nobilitie as were pleasede to emploie him; nor was it ever tolde our
-ladie queene that this messenger did ever blab ought concerninge his
-highe truste, as others have done in more special matters. Neither must
-it be forgotten as how he once was sente withe two charges of sack wine
-from the bathe to my house, by my man Combe; and on his way the cordage
-did slackene, but my trustie bearer did now bear himselfe so wisely as
-to covertly hide one flasket in the rushes, and take the other in his
-teeth to the howse, after which he wente forthe, and returnede with
-the other parte of his burden to dinner; hereat your Highnesse may
-perchance marvel and doubte, but we have livinge testimonie of those
-who wroughte in the fields, and espiede his worke....</p>
-
-<p>“I need not saie how muche I did once grieve at missinge this dogge,
-for on my journiee towardes Londone, some idle pastimers ... conveyed
-him to the Spanish ambassador’s, where in a happie houre after six
-weekes I did heare of him; but such was the Courte he did pay to the
-Don, that he was no less in good likinge there than at home. Nor did
-the howsehold listen to my claim ... till I rested my suite on the
-dogge’s own proofs, and made him performe such feates before the nobles
-as put it past doubt that I was his master. I did send him to the halle
-in the time of dinner, and made him bringe thence a pheasant out the
-dish, which created much mirthe, but muche more when he returnede at
-my commandment to the table again, and put it again in the same cover.
-Herewith the companie was well content to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> allowe me my claim, and we
-both were well content to accept it, and came homewardes....</p>
-
-<p>“I will now saie in what manner he died. As we travelled towards
-the bathe, he leapede on my horse’s necke, and was more earneste in
-fawninge and courtinge my notice than what I had observed for time
-backe, and after my chidinge his disturbing my passinge forwards, he
-gave me some glances of such affection as movede me to cajole him; but
-alass he crept suddenly into a thorny brake, and died in a short time.</p>
-
-<p>“Thus I have strove to rehearse such of his deedes as maie suggest
-much more to youre Highnesse’ thought of this dogge. Now let Ulysses
-praise his dogge Argus, or Tobite be led by that dogge whose name doth
-not appeare, yet could I say such things of my Bungey, for so he was
-styled, as might shame them bothe, either for good faith, clear wit,
-or wonderful deedes; to saie no more than I have said of his bearing
-letters to London and Greenwiche more than an hundred miles. As I
-doubte not but your Highnesse would love my dogge if not myself, I have
-been thus tedious in his story, and againe saie, that of all the dogges
-near your father’s courte, not one hathe more love, more diligence to
-please, or less pay for pleasinge, than him I write of....</p>
-
-<p>“I now reste your Highnesse’ friend in all services that maye suite him.</p>
-
-<p>“P. S. I have an excellent picture (of Bungey) curiously limned, to
-remain in my posterity.”</p>
-
-<p>Of this excellent picture I have been unable to find any trace; but the
-word-picture is wonderfully vivid, and Bungey will live as long as the
-letter survives to tell his story.</p>
-
-<p>Not long before it was written, Sir John had noted in his journal that
-“My man Ralphe hathe stolen two cheeses from my<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span> dairy-house. I wishe
-he were chokede herewyth—and yet, the fellowe hath five childerne:
-I wyll not sue him if he repentethe and amendethe.” Kind-hearted Sir
-John! Small wonder that Bungey loved him, or that when, some four years
-later, he died, he left behind him many friends, and hardly an enemy.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb">
-
-<p>During the next reign, in another county of England, lived another
-dog, the opposite of Bungey in appearance and manners, but who,
-nevertheless, has attained a wide fame. He was no dog of the courts,
-graceful and dapper; he knew no tricks to enchance the value of a
-faithful heart; in fact, he was only a large, ungainly mastiff, whose
-merits as a watch-dog were all that recommended him. He belonged to
-old Sir Henry Lee of Ditchley, and the way in which his name became
-notable, is this:</p>
-
-<p>He was a “yard-dog,” and of course slept outside of the house. One
-night, however, he persisted in following the master to his bedroom.
-Blows and persuasion were alike useless to drive him away. The Italian
-valet shut the door upon him, and then the animal sat down outside and
-howled. Probably Sir Henry reflected that at this rate he would get
-no sleep at all. At any rate, as the least of two evils, he ordered
-the door to be opened. In walked the mastiff, silenced at last, and
-content; for “with a wag of the tail, and a look of affection at his
-lord,” he crawled under the bed and lay down. Matters being thus
-peaceably adjusted, the valet left the room, and Sir Henry settled
-himself for sleep. About midnight, the quiet was broken by a sudden
-disturbance and uproar. The mastiff had sprung from his ambush, and
-seized some one by the throat. When the half-strangled victim, through
-Sir Harry’s interference, was released, it proved to be no other than
-the amiable Italian who had exerted himself a few<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> hours before to
-drive the dog from the room. Now, under the influence of fright, and
-the fear of prosecution, he confessed that his object was the murder
-and robbery of his master.</p>
-
-<p>By this time, I take it, the house was roused. One can readily imagine
-the scene: Sir Harry in his laced night-gear, the frightened servants,
-the scared yet sullen criminal, still held in check by an occasional
-low growl from his late assailant. And the mastiff himself—can you
-not see the uncouth, powerful, sagacious figure, his whole attention
-centered on the would-be-thief, and quite unaware that he himself is
-the hero of the hour?</p>
-
-<p>But such he was, and Sir Harry Lee of Ditchley—a just man and gallant
-soldier—knew how both to appreciate and reward his fidelity. We set
-up statues to our great men, or, in Sir Harry’s own England, valor and
-genius find memorial in Westminster Abbey.</p>
-
-<p>To commemorate then, in like manner, the heroic deed of his mastiff,
-Sir Harry had a painting made by Johnson, an artist of note. It
-represents the old soldier wrapped in a leather cloak that harmonizes
-well with his powerful frame and look of activity. Beside him is the
-mastiff, and, at the bottom of the picture, this inscription:</p>
-
-<p>“More Faithful than Favoured.”</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Reason in man cannot effect such love</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">As Nature doth in them that Reason want:</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Ulysses true and kind his dog did prove</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">When Faith in better friends was very scant.</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">My travels for my Friends have been as true</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Tho’ not as far as Fortune did him bear;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">No friends my Love and Faith divided knew,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">Tho’ neither this nor that once equall’d were,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">But in my dog, whereof I made no store,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">I find more love than them I trusted more.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span></p>
-<p>About this time, King Charles had a nephew sufficiently famous to make
-all his belongings noteworthy; and no account of famous dogs would be
-complete without some sketch of Prince Rupert’s white hound Boy. A
-beautiful lad this young prince must have been, as Vandyke has painted
-him, with Boy at his side. Always adventurous and daring, but with a
-dash and fire in his daring quite beyond the usual soldierly courage,
-he won something like adoration from his troopers. After a manhood of
-war, his last years were very quiet, and being of a scientific turn, he
-spent much time in experiments. The art of engraving owes him a large
-debt, and “Prince Rupert’s Drops,” still commemorate his name. And as
-to his character, whatever faults he might have, he was still, as one
-writer tells us, “so just, so beneficent, so courteous, that his memory
-remained dear to all who knew him. This I say of my own knowledge,
-having often heard old people in Berkshire speak in raptures of Prince
-Rupert.”</p>
-
-<p>Many, indeed, are the stories told about this beautiful and daring
-boy, of his headlong courage, his warm heart, his kindness and pluck.
-Once he was out hunting, and the fox took to the earth. “A dog which
-the Prince loved, followed, but returning not, His Highnesse, being
-impatient, crept after, and took hold of his legs, which he could not
-draw out by reason of the narrowness of the hole, until Mr. Billingsby
-(the Prince’s tutor) took hold of His Highnesse’s heels; so he drew out
-the Prince, the Prince the dog, and the dog the fox.”</p>
-
-<p>When a mere lad, Rupert was taken prisoner, and detained for nearly
-three years in the Castle of Lintz, on the Danube. Time hung heavy
-on his hands here, but part of it he whiled away with pets. He even
-succeeded in taming a hare, so that it would trot after him like a
-spaniel, and perform little tricks at his command.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="127">
- <img src="images/127.jpg" alt="" width="355" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PRINCE RUPERT WITH HIS WHITE DOG BOY.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Vandyke.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]<br><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span></p>
-
-<p>But his chief companion and diversion was Boy, a hound given him by
-Lord Arundel, to lighten his captivity. It was of “a breede so famous
-that the Grand Turk gave it in particular injunction to his ambassadour
-to obtaine him a puppie thereof.” When Rupert was released, Boy shared
-his freedom, and became an inseparable friend.</p>
-
-<p>Many an old lady in those hard days was suspected of being a witch, and
-holding secret confabs with the Devil, after a midnight tide through
-the air on a broomstick. If she had a cat, especially a black one,
-poor Pussy was considered a go-between, and was liable to be burned.
-Dogs, too, fell under suspicion now and then; and as Prince Rupert was
-thought by the Puritan faction to act under the Devil’s guidance, so
-Boy was supposed to run on messages between the unholy allies. In the
-Bodleian Library there is carefully preserved an old pamphlet of 1642,
-entitled “Observations on Prince Rupert’s dogge, called Boye,” which
-amusingly details the different views about him.</p>
-
-<p>“I have kept a very strict eye,” says the writer, “upon this dogge,
-whom I cannot conclude to be a very dounright divell, but some Lapland
-ladye, once by nature a handsome white ladye, but now by art a handsome
-white dogge. They have many times attempted to destroye it by poyson,
-and extempore prayer (!) but they have hurt him no more than the plague
-plaister did Mr. Pym.” In fact—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas like a Dog, yet there was none did knowe</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Whether it Devill was, or Dog, or no.</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Every squib or broadside of abuse directed against the prince must also
-hit poor Boy, and in several he figures very cleverly. One of the most
-amusing is “A Dialogue between Prince Rupert’s<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span> Dogge, whose name is
-Puddle, and Tobie’s Dog, whose name is Pepper.” It bears date 1643, and
-opens with a sledge-hammer contest of wits between the Royalist and
-Puritan dogs, under whose names are but thinly veiled the two great
-parties of the day.</p>
-
-<p>Prince Rupert’s dog opens the parley with great disdain:</p>
-
-<p>“What yelping, whindling Puppy-Dog art thou?” And honest Tobie’s dog
-retorts the question:</p>
-
-<p>“What bauling, shag-hair’d Cavallier’s Dogge art thou?”</p>
-
-<p>“Pr. R. D. Thou art a dogged sir, or cur, grumble no more but tell me
-thy name.”</p>
-
-<p>“T. D. I was called Tobie’s house-dog ... my name is Pepper.”</p>
-
-<p>“P. R. D. Though your zeal be never so hot, you shall not bite me,
-Pepper.”</p>
-
-<p>“T. D. I’ll barke before I bite, and talke before I fight. I heare you
-are Prince Rupert’s white Boy.”</p>
-
-<p>“P. R. D. I am none of his white Boy, my name is Puddle.”</p>
-
-<p>“T. D. A dirty name indeede; you are not pure enough for my company,
-besides I heare on both sides of my eares that you are a Laplander, or
-Fin-land Dog or, truly, no better than a witch in the shape of a white
-Dogge.”</p>
-
-<p>Hereupon Prince Rupert’s dog calls the other “a Round-headed Puppy
-that doth bawle and rayle;” and Tobie’s Dog retorts that Puddle is
-“a Popish, profane dog, ... more than half-divell. It is known,” he
-says, “that at Edgehill you walked invisible, and directed the bullets
-who they should hit, and who they shoulde misse, and made your Mister
-Prince Rupert shott-free.”</p>
-
-<p>And so on, through several amusing pages. It is a pleasant and
-fun-inspiring jest; but other productions of the time strike a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span> note of
-savage hate, strange enough, as applied to an innocent dog.</p>
-
-<p>Boy’s fate befitted a soldier’s dog: on the fatal field of Marston
-Moor, where many a gallant cavalier was slain, he also fell, shot to
-the heart. As The More True Relation, a Puritan statement, says: “Here
-also was slain that accursed cur which is here mentioned by the way,
-because the Prince’s dog hath been so much spoken of, and was prized by
-his master more than creatures of much more worth.”</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="131">
- <img src="images/131.jpg" alt="" width="343" height="200">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PURITAN CARICATURE OF THE DEATH OF<br>
-PRINCE RUPERT’S WHITE HOUND BOY.</span></p>
-(<em>From old pamphlet in British Museum.</em> )
-</div>
-
-<p>Even his master’s grief at his loss was a subject of derision; and
-shortly after Boy’s death a squib appeared, called: “A Dogge’s Elegie,
-or Rupert’s Teares for the late defeat given him at Marston Moor neere
-York ... where his beloved Dogge, named Boye, was killed by a valliant
-souldier who had skill in Necromancy.” (He is said to have used a
-silver bullet, Boy being proof against leaden ones.)</p>
-
-<p>An old pamphlet contains a queer woodcut, representing his death, and
-then several lines of doggerel, beginning:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Sad Cavaliers, Rupert invites you all</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">That doe survive, to his Dog’s Funerall.”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>So lived and perished Boy, his master’s well-loved friend, his master’s
-enemies’ aversion—and almost the only instance in history of an animal
-being the object of violent party-hate.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132"></a>[132]</span></p>
-
-<p>Prince Rupert had other pets, both dogs and horses, but none so dear
-as his white hound. Perhaps the most affecting instance of his feeling
-after Boy’s death, is shown in a letter to Will Legge, written in 1661.
-It bears “the dolefull news that poor Royall at this time is dying,
-after being the cause of the death of many a stag. By heaven,” he
-bursts out, “I had rather lose the best horse in my stable!”</p>
-
-<p>With this—as a last pleasant memory of Rupert—we will leave him.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133"></a>[133]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>VI.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>PETS IN ARTIST LIFE.</em>  </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134"></a>[134]<br><a id="Page_135"></a>[135]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="VI">VI.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">PETS IN ARTIST LIFE.</p>
-
-
-<p>For the artist pets have a peculiar value. Not only are they companions
-and live playthings—they are also “properties.” Portrait and landscape
-painters use them as accessories; animal painters and sculptors find in
-them their models. They live in close companionship with their human
-friends, and the tie between them is usually warm and lasting. An
-exception might be the cat whose fur was sacrificed to the early genius
-of Benjamin West. In default of brushes, the lad used first the long
-hairs from her tail, then the shorter ones from her body—until she was
-half-shorn. True, one of his biographers assures us that he laid hold
-of her “with all due caution, and attention to her feelings”; but this
-is clearly a post-mortem statement—he had never interviewed Pussy!</p>
-
-<p>Fox, a beautiful Pomeranian dog belonging to Gainsborough, occasionally
-served as model; but his most important office was to act as peacemaker
-between the artist and his wife. Sometimes, “as through the land at
-eve they went,” they would fall out; and then the dignified restraint
-between them would be first broken by one or the other writing some
-words of reconciliation, and giving<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136"></a>[136]</span> the note to Fox. Off he would
-bound with it to the other party, and a messenger so charming always
-proved irresistible.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="136">
- <img src="images/136.jpg" alt="" width="241" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MISS BOWLES.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Sir Joshua Reynolds.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Sir Joshua Reynolds’ many dogs, to all of whom he was much attached,
-can be traced in regular order through his portraits, especially
-those of children. The Italian greyhound, the Scotch terrier, the
-silky-haired spaniel or setter, are as well-known as his own features.
-A specially attractive picture represents little Miss Cholmondely
-carrying her dog over a brook. The pretty anxiety of the child and the
-unconcern of her pet are amusingly contrasted. Hardly less charming
-are the portraits of Miss Bowles with a spaniel, and an unknown Felina
-hugging a kitten.</p>
-
-<p>Of a favorite macaw which often appeared in his pictures, a story is
-told almost as wonderful, Sir Joshua thought, as that of the painted
-grapes which deceived the birds. For this bird instantly recognized the
-portrait of a servant whom he hated, and tried to bite the pictured
-face. Dr. Johnson and Oliver Goldsmith came several times to see this
-performance, and Reynolds declared<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137"></a>[137]</span> that, in his opinion, “birds and
-beasts were as good judges of pictures as men are.”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="137">
- <img src="images/137.jpg" alt="" width="487" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">“FRIENDS NOW, PUSSY!”</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Angelica Kauffmann.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138"></a>[138]<br><a id="Page_139"></a>[139]</span></p>
-<p>There remains to us an affecting last glimpse of this famous painter
-after he had lost his sight and could no longer pursue the art he
-loved. In this premature night he found much comfort with a tame bird,
-until one morning the window was left open, and it flew away. His
-grief, though deep, was happily of short duration. Death came to his
-relief, and he escaped from the body, even as the bird from the house.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="139">
- <img src="images/139.jpg" alt="" width="320" height="450">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE PAINTER HOGARTH AND HIS DOG TRUMP.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>One of his favorite pupils, Angelica Kauffmann, painted a charming
-picture called “Friends now, Pussy.” It depicts a radiant little girl
-holding in her arms a kitten whose contented purr we cannot fail to
-hear, so perfectly is it suggested.</p>
-
-<p>Hogarth was the painter of human life as it is; of people good, bad and
-indifferent—noble or base. But wherever man is, there also is the dog;
-and so throughout this artist’s work we find him—now a drawing-room
-pet, and now a vagabond; now man’s companion and now his victim.
-Hogarth’s own dog, Trump, surveys us rather sourly from the same canvas
-with his master. Very<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140"></a>[140]</span> likely it was the curly tip of his tail that
-suggested the famous sketch in three lines of a sergeant with his pike
-going into a house, and his dog following him. Hogarth executed the
-picture thus:</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="140">
- <img src="images/140.jpg" alt="line of door, sergeant’s pike, dog’s tail." width="436" height="160">
-</div>
-
-<p>To be understood, however, it is certainly best to place design and
-explanation side by side.</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Hogarth also had a dog, which eventually was buried at the end of
-a filbert walk in her yard at Chiswick. A stone marked the grave, and
-Hogarth himself cut the epitaph:</p>
-
-<p>“Life to the last enjoyed, here Pompey lies.”</p>
-
-
-<p>I tried not long ago, though without success, to find some trace
-of this grave. In the oldest, quaintest part of Chiswick stands
-Hogarth’s house, still bearing his name, and probably, as to stone
-and mortar, much the same as when he lived there. But the once
-beautiful garden is now in part a vegetable plot, and in part an
-untidy barnyard. A venerable mulberry-tree and some gnarled old yews
-are still standing—“sole relics of a finer past”; but of the filbert
-walk there remains only a row of little stumps with here and there a
-straggling branch. No trace of Pompey anywhere, unless in tradition;
-“she had heard,” said the mistress of the house, “that a dog had been
-buried somewhere there.” And—final touch—two pigs looked out from
-the doorway, squealing shrilly as we passed! It seemed a pity that
-Hogarth should not see them; no<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141"></a>[141]</span> one would have sooner appreciated the
-humor of the scene. But—life to the last enjoyed—he lies in Chiswick
-churchyard.</p>
-
-<p>Famous among Middle Age painters was Paolo Uccello—Paul of the
-Birds—who won this sobriquet by his extreme delight in birds. They
-were his ruling passion, and appeared in his pictures both in and out
-of season.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="141">
- <img src="images/141.jpg" alt="" width="196" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PORTRAIT OF ALBRECHT DURER AT THIRTEEN.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Drawn by himself.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>More famous was the eccentric Bazzi, who, according to the pleasant old
-gossip, Vasari, “was fond of keeping in his house all sorts of strange
-animals—badgers, squirrels, cat-a-mountains, dwarf monkeys, horses,
-racers, little Elba ponies, jackdaws, bantams, doves of India, and
-other creatures of this kind, so many as he could lay his hands on.”
-Over and above, he had a raven which had learned to talk and to imitate
-its master’s voice, especially in answering a knock at the door. “His
-house was like nothing more than a Noah’s ark,” adds Vasari.</p>
-
-<p>Of Vittore Carpaccio’s likes and dislikes little is known, but Ruskin
-praises as one of the finest paintings in the world, a Venetian<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142"></a>[142]</span>
-interior by him, representing two fair dames surrounded by animals.
-Two dogs—one small, one large—a peacock, doves, a turtle and a
-lizard—such were the pets these ladies kept to amuse their leisure
-hours.</p>
-
-<p>Albrecht Dürer found special pleasure in studying hares. One hardly
-knows which is quainter, the thirteen-year-old artist as drawn by
-himself, or the hare which his childish fingers sketched. A later study
-is the charming Bunny, apparently pausing after a pleasant nibble to
-look at his artist <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">vis-à-vis</i>. In some of his pictures, Dürer
-painted angel children playing with little hares—surely a gentle
-companionship!</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="142">
- <img src="images/142.jpg" alt="" width="286" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">HARE DRAWN BY THE BOY ALBRECHT DURER.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>But a still greater name in art is that of Raphael, to whom we owe not
-only Madonnas and saints, but some wonderfully delicate and realistic
-designs of animals and birds. Not much is said in his biographies to
-show that he was fond of animals, but that he studied them closely is
-evident. It is infinitely sad to pass now through his Loggia at the
-Vatican, once glowing with the master’s touch, now faded and in part
-defaced. Still, worn as they are, they express Raphael. In the Stanze,
-and his other great paintings, we know that his brush worked seriously
-in accordance with a plan already conceived. But in the Loggia, with
-the bright Italian sun shining in upon him as he worked, he laid aside
-all serious intent, and gave himself up to merry play. Under his facile
-fingers, the arched ceilings became covered with vines in luxuriant
-tangled growth, with interspaces of blue sky, and clusters of grapes
-which droop apparently with their own luscious weight, and tempt the
-birds on every side.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143"></a>[143]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="143">
- <img src="images/143.jpg" alt="" width="351" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">TWO VENETIAN LADIES AND THEIR PETS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Vittore Carpaccio, in the Correo Gallery,
-Venice.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144"></a>[144]<br><a id="Page_145"></a>[145]</span></p>
-<div class="figright" id="145">
- <img src="images/145.jpg" alt="" width="201" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SECTION OF DOME.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From Raphael’s frescoes in the Loggia<br>
-of the Vatican.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>In one compartment, the vines cluster so close as to admit but small
-glimpses of the sky. On the lowest bar but one of the trellis, sits
-a fine fierce hawk, so absorbed in his own reflections that he does
-not notice a monkey reaching up from below to pull his tail feathers.
-A parrot on the bar above is less indifferent, and looks on with
-mischievous amusement. Little birds flit about in the higher branches,
-and a squirrel is making his way to one of the finest grape-clusters.</p>
-
-<p>The number of creatures that Raphael carefully studied and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146"></a>[146]</span> depicted,
-is wonderful. Lizard, mouse and squirrel; tiny snake and bee and snail;
-goldfish swimming in glass vases half-wreathed with swaying water
-plants; love-birds cuddling together; long-tailed rats scampering along
-the scroll-work; pretty voracious ducks with bulging crops; a motherly
-hen hovering her chicks—all these and more, may still be seen, the
-work of one masterly hand. Really, the painted scenes appear alive; and
-I do not know who can look at them without loving the artist who so
-well understood the happy natural life of plant and bird and beast.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="146">
- <img src="images/146.jpg" alt="" width="201" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">DUCKS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From Raphael’s frescoes<br> in the Loggia of the Vatican.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>As Paolo Uccello loved birds, so Gottfried Mind loved cats and became
-their special artist. He was born near the middle of the last century,
-in the town of Berne. There he lived, and there, in 1814, he died. Of
-poor and mean appearance, crabbed to all human kind, he was keenly
-alive to the ways and feelings, the tricks and graces of cat-kind.
-Bears, too, he liked, and for a while frequented the bear pit of Berne
-to study them. But cats were his first and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147"></a>[147]</span> abiding love, and to them
-he returned. Whatever their moods, whether sulky, grave or gay; in
-repose or in action, at every age—he reproduced them upon paper; and
-with such marvelous fidelity that he seems to have given Pussy a tenth
-and immortal life. His favorite cat used to sit for hours together upon
-his knee or shoulder, while he—if such were her pleasure—would remain
-motionless, so as not to disturb her rest.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="147a">
- <img src="images/147a.jpg" alt="" width="151" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">FRAGMENT.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From Raphael’s frescoes<br>
-in the Loggia of the Vatican.</em>)</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>In our own time, two artists, more than all others, have been famous
-for their delineation of animal life; and both of these artists, one is
-glad to know, were genuinely fond of the creatures they painted. These
-two are, of course, Sir Edwin Landseer and <abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Rosa Bonheur.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="147">
- <img src="images/147.jpg" alt="" width="265" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">HENS AND CHICKENS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From Raphael’s frescoes in the<br>
-Loggia of the Vatican.</em>)</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Landseer studied every animal he saw, but preferred dogs,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148"></a>[148]</span> horses, and
-deer, especially dogs. Fuseli, his master, used to speak of him as “my
-little dog-boy.” Pet after pet had its features transferred to canvas,
-and fine dogs were brought to him to be painted, exactly as their
-owners might go to Millais or Watts. They became in his hands something
-more than canine types; he saw in them individuals with characters and
-stories of their own. There is the Dog in High Life, and the Dog in
-Low Life; the tranquil big dog as Dignity, the impetuous little dog as
-Impudence.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="148">
- <img src="images/148.jpg" alt="" width="179" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">TWO OF GOTTFRIED MIND’S CATS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Plate <abbr title="2">II</abbr>. from “Der Katzen-Raphael.”</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Here a fine hound waits for the Countess (this dog, by the
-way, belonged to Lady Blessington, and was given to her by the at that
-time King of Naples); here, by a plain coffin, a collie waits for the
-master who will never return; and here two tiny silken spaniels guard a
-plumed hat and pair of gloves. These spaniels, which belonged to Robert
-Vernon, had an equally tragic fate—the Blenheim being killed by a fall
-from a table, and the King Charles by a fall through the staircase
-rails. Their picture is now in the National Gallery of London, where
-many a one lingers before it, admiring the great lustrous eyes, silken
-coats, and delicate, whimsical physiognomies of “The Cavalier’s Pets.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149"></a>[149]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="149">
- <img src="images/149.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="409">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE CAVALIER’S PETS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the etching by Leon Richeton, after Sir Edwin Landseer, R.
-A.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150"></a>[150]<br><a id="Page_151"></a>[151]</span></p>
-
-<p>Very near them hangs a painting called “The Sleeping Bloodhound.”
-The beautiful animal rests so easily that few would imagine her repose
-to be the sleep of death—yet so it is. Countess, as they named her,
-belonged to an old friend of Landseer, and running too eagerly one
-night to meet him, fell from a height and was killed. The next day he
-carried her to the studio; and the fine picture, now so familiar to
-all, commemorates both her own beauty and her master’s love.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="151">
- <img src="images/151.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="224">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE DUSTMAN’S DOG.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Drawn by Landseer when a child.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Brutus, Vixen and Boxer—all pets of the artist—appear in “The
-Ratcatchers;” Paul Pry, another intimate, figures as “A Member of
-the Humane Society.” As thoroughly appreciative of dog character in
-the extremes of poverty and ease, are two other pictures called “The
-Dustman’s Dog,” and “The Critics.” One is a mere sketch (drawn when Sir
-Edwin was as yet the child Eddie) of a faithful, homely, hard-worked
-cur; the other is a portrait of himself at work, with a noble canine
-friend at each shoulder, inspecting the result of his toil.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="151a">
- <img src="images/151a.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="281">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">COUNTESS, THE SLEEPING BLOODHOUND.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After Landseer’s painting.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>He had a liking—as what painter of animals has not?—for lions; and
-those in Trafalgar Square which guard the Nelson Monument, prove how
-well he understood them.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a>[152]</span></p>
-
-<p>“They are not bumptious,” he said, “nor do they swagger; but look (I
-hope) as though they might be trusted ... and are all gentleness and
-tranquillity till Nelson gives the word.”</p>
-
-<p>There is no doubt that Landseer’s memory will live. As man and
-artist his claims are great. He deserves to be counted among the
-world’s benefactors for the impulse his work has given to the right
-appreciation and treatment of the dog. If as great and widely known an
-artist had patronized Pussy, we should find her better treated to-day,
-and certainly better understood. Mind painted her with wonderful
-fidelity, but he lacked the dramatic instinct of Landseer. Pussy was
-Pussy to him—he never imagined in other situations than those he saw.
-It was not in him to create a feline Diogenes and Alexander.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="152">
- <img src="images/152.jpg" alt="" width="350" height="504">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE CRITICS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Landseer’s portrait of himself.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Sir Edwin has passed from us, but Rosa Bonheur still lives, and
-still occupies her serene life with the art she loves. There is a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153"></a>[153]</span>
-well-known and charming picture of her earlier self, with the dark
-hair tossed back from a bright, courageous face, and one arm resting
-in calm assurance of mutual good-will on the neck of a shaggy steer.
-This indicates a preference both personal and artistic. She has always
-delighted in painting cattle; and the patient oxen of the Nivernais, no
-less than the picturesque, long-haired cattle of the Scotch Highlands,
-attest her loving study of their ways. Deer, too, she enjoys painting,
-and horses; while Wasp, the terrier, will hold his own even beside
-Landseer’s canine portraits.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="153">
- <img src="images/153.jpg" alt="" width="585" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PAUL PRY, A MEMBER OF THE HUMANE SOCIETY.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After Landseer’s painting.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Bonheur’s home at Fontainebleau is fairly alive with pets; sheep,
-horses, goats and dogs; creatures with pedigree and without<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154"></a>[154]</span> it;
-creatures famous for their beauty or remarkable for their rarity. Not
-only does she entertain peaceable, home-loving animals, but also such
-fierce inmates as lions and tigers. From one of the former was painted
-her magnificent “Old Monarch,” which fronts squarely the spectator
-like one “every inch a king.” Her “Tiger” is the faithful likeness of
-a pet brought to her as a cub from the jungles of Bengal. Nero was
-his well-bestowed name—a name appropriate to the latent power and
-ferocity which might become terribly apparent should he ever have the
-chance or wish to exert them. But this has never happened. Temptations
-to naughtiness are carefully removed from his path, his will is rarely
-crossed, his tastes are consulted. Roomily lodged, amply fed, he is
-probably the most civilized tiger in existence.</p>
-
-<p><abbr title="Mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Bonheur is convinced of his affection, but it is doubtless as
-fortunate for the world as for herself that she never entered his cage.
-This superb favorite cost about three thousand dollars, and as His
-Majesty’s meat diet is also very expensive, he may be accounted in more
-ways than one a dear pet.</p>
-
-<p>Several wild horses were at one time added to the studio “properties”;
-and lately a Russian nobleman presented <abbr title="Mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Bonheur with a couple of
-magnificent Russian bears, to which she is said to be much attached.</p>
-
-<p>Paris is a city dear to artists, and almost every nationality is
-represented in its salons. Henry Bacon, for instance, is American;
-and among the paintings and sketches that fill his studio, are many
-reminiscences of his far-off home. In no way, moreover, is he so<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155"></a>[155]</span>
-genuinely American as in his devotion to pets. It is a pity that in
-many cases their beautiful portraits are all of themselves that remain
-to him. Most notable among them, and perhaps also best beloved, was
-Glen, a black-and-tan collie from Aberdeenshire, born<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156"></a>[156]</span> in 1879, whose
-parents, Jock and Miss, had both obtained prize medals.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="155">
- <img src="images/155.jpg" alt="" width="347" height="450">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">AN OLD MONARCH.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After the painting by Rosa Bonheur.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Miss made a rather careless mother—often allowing her puppies to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157"></a>[157]</span>
-wander out of sight; but this was pure absent-mindedness—for when
-in their rovings beyond the kennel they came to grief, she appeared
-conscious of her maternal short-comings, and employed all her
-intelligence to serve her little ones.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="157">
- <img src="images/157.jpg" alt="" width="221" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">WASP, ROSA BONHEUR’S PET TERRIER.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After Rosa Bonheur’s painting.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The farmer who had charge of the kennels, stepped out of his cottage
-one morning into the first snow of the season, to be met by Miss in
-a state of terrible excitement. She jumped upon him, pulled at his
-coat, and neither caress nor threat could quiet her. At last, having
-thoroughly attracted his attention, she made a dash down the avenue,
-looking back over her shoulder as she ran. The farmer, being versed in
-“canese,” understood that he was expected to follow—and followed!</p>
-
-<p>Without diverging to right or left, or running in curves, as is the
-habit of shepherd dogs, Miss preceded him through the fresh-fallen<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158"></a>[158]</span>
-snow down the avenue and across a field, stopped at the edge of a large
-post-hole, and after looking down rushed back to hurry up the help she
-was bringing. Her favorite pup, Glen, had gone out on an early morning
-voyage of discovery, had fallen into this hole, and would have perished
-there but for this timely aid.</p>
-
-<p>Nor does the story end here. After Glen was pulled out, and on his way
-home under the farmer’s great-coat—for he was only a little thing,
-not yet a month old—Miss staid behind, and with much scratching
-and barking filled in the hole, being of opinion, probably, that
-post-holes, like barn doors, should be closed after an accident has
-happened.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="158">
- <img src="images/158.jpg" alt="" width="600" height="330">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE HORSE FAIR.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After the painting by Rosa Bonheur.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A few months later Glen went to live in Tunbridge Wells, England, with
-his brother Jock, and if they had not quarreled, would still be, in all
-likelihood, a British subject; but owing to their many disputes, Glen
-was sent abroad. The next summer, and indeed each summer of his life,
-has been passed on the Normandy<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159"></a>[159]</span> coast at Etretât. From what he knows
-of Glen’s character, Mr. Bacon does not think him entirely to blame in
-these family quarrels. Besides, his brother Jock’s short life was not
-exemplary, for it was reported that he bit a child; and although the
-child recovered from the bite, “it was the dog that died.”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="159">
- <img src="images/159.jpg" alt="" width="600" height="419">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE LION AT HOME.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After the painting by Rosa Bonheur.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Glen, being a shepherd dog, is delighted when he encounters upon the
-downs a flock of sheep, and if not called off, will instantly herd
-them into a compact, frightened mass, much to the distress of their
-guardian and his dog. When he cannot find sheep, he will amuse himself
-by gathering together the hens and chickens he finds in an orchard;
-and once, in default of these, while his master was sketching on the
-sands of Mont-Saint-Michel, he herded the fishermen’s children who were
-playing at low tide<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160"></a>[160]</span> beyond the town. Unheeded by his master, he had
-made a wide circle round the children, frightening them together like a
-flock of sheep; and when discovered, he was capering round the group as
-though the task had been set him of keeping them together.</p>
-
-<p>Glen is well remembered at Mont-Saint-Michel, for besides this
-performance, and besides leaping from the battlements when in his hurry
-he could not find the stairway—he showed what seems to be his only
-ambition—that of whipping a dog of twice his own size. After several
-days’ premeditation, he attacked a big fellow brought from Newfoundland
-by one of the fishermen, and—as usual—was unsuccessful, although he
-evidently thought he might have succeeded if he had not been pulled off.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="160">
- <img src="images/160.jpg" alt="" width="600" height="485">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">GLEN AND HIS MASTER AT ETRETAT.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Glen is as fond of the water as any spaniel, and will bathe in the
-breakers, leaping clear of the surf on the crest of the waves,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161"></a>[161]</span> and has
-been very useful in shipwrecks of toy boats—rescuing and bringing them
-safe to land to the great joy of their youthful owners.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="161">
- <img src="images/161.jpg" alt="" width="439" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"> GLEN</p>
-<p class="caption center">Born in Aberdeenshire<br>
-Oct. 29 1879</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Every evening before he and his master retire for the night, they take
-a walk. It often happens that his master has a friend spending the
-evening with him, who, in Glen’s opinion, stays later than he should
-stay. In this case, when the clock has struck the half-hour after ten,
-Glen becomes uneasy, rises from his rug before the fire, stretches
-himself, looks around, and, creeping up to the visitor, gives him a
-gentle poke under the elbow. Of course he is ordered to lie down by
-his master; but if the visitor is not acquainted with the ways of the
-household, he is charmed with the dog’s attention, gives him a friendly
-pat, and declares that Glen does not bother him. Shortly afterwards,
-the guest is surprised to find the dog again beside him, sitting up on
-his haunches, and gently scratching his sleeve with his paw; and he
-does not discontinue his impolite hints so long as the visitor stays.
-If the visitor is an <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">habitué</i>, when Glen begins his caresses he
-looks at his watch, and in spite of his host’s apologies, promises Glen
-that he will go in a few minutes. Often, when alone, the master will
-be occupied in the evening with book or pen until, feeling a gentle
-nudge at his elbow, he looks up to find the large brown eyes of his dog
-fixed upon him. This is a friendly hint as to the hour, and one which
-certainly prevents unduly late hours for both master and dog.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162"></a>[162]</span></p>
-
-<p>A well-known artist in New York, Mr. F. S. Church, makes frequent and
-delightful studies of animals and birds—although not so much for their
-own sake, perhaps, as for that of some thought to which they are the
-fit accessories. Now it is a maiden wandering in desert places, alone,
-save for the savage beasts her innocence has tamed. Now it is an Alpine
-shrine where rain and snow have beaten against the patient Christ upon
-the cross. But still the pent-roof of the shrine affords some shelter;
-and beneath it, along the outstretched arms, or nestling close to
-the thorn-crowned head, is a flock of birds. The storm-beaten little
-wanderers have found refuge where many a one has come before—with the
-Christ, at the cross.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="162">
- <img src="images/162.jpg" alt="" width="261" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">MR. CHASE AND KAT-TE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Here a group of feathered mourners singing a dirge for the last rose of
-summer; there a witch’s daughter in mystic converse with an owl.</p>
-
-<p>Decidedly more realistic is the sketch called “At Rest,” of a monkey
-extended in that hopeless rigidity which can never be mistaken for
-life. There is something curiously touching in the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163"></a>[163]</span> stiffened form—a
-look of almost human protest against fate—as though death had arrested
-him at the very moment when he was about to become a man.</p>
-
-<p>Another sketch represents a stray cat which thrust its head into the
-studio one day, and stared for a moment at its occupant, with great,
-astonished, yellow eyes. From mingled motives of humanity and art he
-tried to detain her, but in vain. As silently as she had come she
-vanished, although—like the grin of the cat in Wonderland—her stare
-remained after her head had disappeared, thus enabling the artist to
-transfer it to paper.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="163">
- <img src="images/163.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="215">
-<p class="caption center"><em>Lilla Cruikshank’s little dog.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p>It will be guessed from all these possible pets that Mr. Church had no
-actual ones. Such is the case, and a great pity it is that this petless
-master and a few masterless pets cannot meet! His loss, however, is
-somewhat balanced by the gain in a neighboring studio, which belongs
-to Mr. William M. Chase. It is rich in artistic bric-à-brac and
-paintings, but the special decoration when I saw it, was a Russian
-deer-hound named Kat-te. The magnificent, snow-white fellow lay upon a
-Turkish rug, whose rich tints set off to perfection his own Northern
-fairness. He rose, at his master’s request, to shake hands and exhibit
-his beautiful form in its height and length. He even condescended to
-lay upon my palm for a moment his clean-cut, delicate muzzle, but soon
-wearied of exhibition, and went back to his <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">dolce far niente</i> on
-the rug.</p>
-
-<p>Kat-te was found by Mr. Chase in Harlaem, and, at that time, spoke
-Dutch, as a dog may. It required some time to teach him<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164"></a>[164]</span> English;
-nevertheless, he now understands that language also. And yet more, when
-he met a party of Russians on the street one day, and was addressed by
-them in their own language, he showed the greatest delight and emotion.
-He tried to follow them home, he was restless, he was excited, and thus
-evinced in canine fashion, not only his philological attainments, but
-also his faithful Russian heart. Some idea of his noble proportions may
-be gained from the accompanying picture.</p>
-
-<p>The caricaturist Cham had a dog called Azor, as well-known as himself;
-and Du Maurier’s Chang, a very beautiful, sagacious dog, figured, while
-living, in many of his master’s sketches, and by his death grieved all
-who knew him.</p>
-
-<p>George Cruikshank’s Lilla was a docile, affectionate little creature,
-and, like most studio pets, figures occasionally in his master’s
-work. The drawing given here is from the original in Madame Tussaud’s
-exhibition. It is well stuffed and mounted, and purports to be the
-veritable Lilla; but although its history was inquired into both by the
-artist who sketched it, and myself, we failed to get even the smallest
-crumb of information. Its identity, therefore, must be left an open
-question.</p>
-
-<p>Dante Rossetti had a collection of pets which, in its whimsical
-variety, can only be likened to that of the naturalist Buckland.
-Armadillos and wombats were included, but decidedly the most notable
-was the zebu. One of the artist’s biographers gives an amusing account
-of the creature. It was an intractable subject for petting, and put
-an end to all attempts in that direction by one day tearing up by the
-roots the little tree to which it was tethered, and chasing its owner
-all round the garden. After this exploit, it was given away; Mr. Knight
-says that Rossetti, when discussing his pets, past and present, was not
-much given to talk of the zebu.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165"></a>[165]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="165">
- <img src="images/165.jpg" alt="" width="419" height="600">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">LADY TANKERVILLE, WHO HID HER KITTENS<br>
-IN THE HEAD OF STORY’S STATUE OF PEABODY.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166"></a>[166]<br><a id="Page_167"></a>[167]</span></p>
-
-<p>Roman studios are as well supplied with live “properties” as American
-or English ones. Will the visitor who has once seen it ever forget that
-charming staircase, vine-wreathed, flowery and musical, which, although
-in the busy Piazza di Termini, still keeps an air of forest seclusion?
-It is the passage to a studio equally retired, fashioned like a nest in
-the ruined baths of Diocletian. Paintings, bits of tapestry, etc., form
-a background for various marble inmates, whose serenity is interfered
-with neither by cat nor dog. It is the staircase, covered with wire
-netting, that holds the favorites. Pigeons inhabit the upper part,
-and keep up a continual flutter at the latticed window, their wings
-gleaming silver in the sunshine. Lower down are musical blackbirds; I
-remember especially among the latter one beautiful fellow, who shrank
-back, mute, at the approach of our party, but answered his master’s
-call at once, and perched, lightly as thistledown, upon his arm.</p>
-
-<p>This master, the sculptor Ezekiel, like most bird-lovers, does not
-allow cats in his home. He might possibly train Pussy into tolerance,
-and so have a happy family—only—he does not like cats! which, to
-a cat lover, seems queer. However, even if unconsciously, he must
-have some secret understanding of their nature; for in his studio is
-a marble Judith with arm raised to strike, who, in her magnificent
-fierceness, recalls, far from ignobly, the feline race.</p>
-
-<p>Elihu Vedder’s pets might be expected to wear a rather tragic and noble
-air, appropriate to the illustrations of the Rubaiyat; but on the
-contrary, they have a commonplace appearance of well-being. The studio
-pet one year was an asthmatic small dog, who had thrown himself upon
-the artist’s compassion—a grateful, subdued, unassuming object, which,
-after each spasm of coughing, would look around with a deprecatory
-expression, as if to apologize for the disturbance. Some intelligent
-cats, and another small dog,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168"></a>[168]</span> in this instance possessed of vivacious
-health and spirits, keep the artist’s home lively, and compete with one
-another for his favor.</p>
-
-<p>A third studio in Rome is that of the sculptor Story. Many famous
-statues have here been “born in clay and resurrected in marble”—among
-them that of George Peabody. The marble is now in London, but a
-colossal plaster-cast remains in the studio.</p>
-
-<p>The philanthropist is seated—a position which allows various
-projections, or ledges, within the hollow cast—of which a high-minded
-cat once took advantage.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="168">
- <img src="images/168.jpg" alt="" width="388" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">ENTRANCE AND WINDOW OF THE<br>
-SCULPTOR EZEKIEL’S STUDIO IN ROME.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Before reading further, look at her picture. Is she not very much like
-some dainty young lady in ball-dress? See how deftly she has disposed
-her train, how fastidiously she glances over her shoulder! A cat of
-distinction—that is evident at the first glance! She came originally
-from Walton-on-Thames, in England, was a present to Mrs. Story, and, in
-memory of the donor, named Lady Tankerville. Having an artistic bias,
-she chose the studio in preference to boudoir life, and was oftenest to
-be found there.</p>
-
-<p>After a while she was known to be the proud mother of kittens, but
-where she kept them remained a mystery until several weeks<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169"></a>[169]</span> later,
-when they were found in—of all places!—the head of George Peabody.
-It was a delightfully retired situation, and probably there never were
-happier kittens. As an instance of post-mortem philanthropy, it is, I
-am convinced, unequalled.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="169">
- <img src="images/169.jpg" alt="" width="263" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">BIMBO, ONE OF THE SCULPTOR<br>
-STORY’S PETS.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A fine pug called Bimbo must be added to the favorites that have gone
-before. A spoiled but intelligent darling, he sits up for his picture
-on a velvet chair, with an air of snug contentment quite irresistible.
-His mistress holds him in loving memory; and, since his death, contents
-herself with a bisque “puggery,” whose inmates, if liable to breakage,
-are nevertheless more easily replaced.</p>
-
-<p>One other pet must close this chapter—a pet already old, but likely
-to live many more years without appearing perceptibly older. It is a
-tortoise, Babbo by name, which belonged to the sculptor Hiram Powers.
-I had the honor of frequent interviews with Babbo some summers past;
-and Mr. Longworth Powers did his best to photograph him. A crumb of
-moistened biscuit was placed on the broad stone step and Babbo beside
-it. No use at all; he either got into a bad position or shuffled out
-of focus. Juicy cabbage leaves were brought, but although usually
-susceptible<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170"></a>[170]</span> to their charm, he now turned from them in scorn. He was
-gently coaxed, he was thumped down hard, he was entreated, he was
-scolded—all in vain. A good tortoise ordinarily, the bare idea of a
-photograph seemed to render him frantic; and after three plates were
-spoiled, we were compelled to let him go.</p>
-
-<p>“Mr. Powers’ Babbo,” writes Babbo’s mistress, “always came to the
-inner studio door if hungry or thirsty, and scratched at it to attract
-attention. Then my husband would take him up, hold him in the water
-until he had quite satisfied his thirst, when the creature would waddle
-off, perfectly contented. If hungry, he would give him a bit of bread
-dipped in wine and water.”</p>
-
-<p>The kind master has gone, but Babbo remains, and still has shelter,
-drink and sup in the pleasant Florentine garden.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171"></a>[171]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>VII.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172"></a>[172]<br><a id="Page_173"></a>[173]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="VII">VII.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">PUSSY IN PRIVATE LIFE.</p>
-
-
-<p>No animal has known greater vicissitudes than our pleasant little
-house-familiar, Pussy. He had his day of glory in the far past, when
-armies retreated before him; his day of divinity, too, as the mighty
-basalt cat-headed goddesses in many a museum still testify. And then,
-having had in his life-time all that heart of cat could wish, after
-death he became a mummy and received funeral honors.</p>
-
-<p>Just how it happened, no one knows, but a few thousand years later we
-find Pussy no longer reverenced. Instead of a divinity he was regarded
-as the accomplice of witches, and burned in holocaust on St. John’s
-Day, or tormented for the amusement of such evil kings as Philip <abbr title="2">II</abbr>. of
-Spain. Later still, and final stage of his decadence, he was valued in
-direct proportion to his usefulness—becoming now a mere drudge, and
-now a joyless plaything for children. Could Egyptian heart have dreamed
-it?</p>
-
-<p>But Pussy’s fortunes are again rising. He is no longer a stale
-divinity, but he is becoming—what is far better in this age of
-progress—a social power! Even in his worst estate he had<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174"></a>[174]</span> always warm
-friends and admirers; now, he has a party. For, “you either love cats,
-or you do not love them,” says a witty author; and statistics go to
-prove that those who love cats are the majority to-day.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="174">
- <img src="images/174.jpg" alt="" width="91" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CAT-HEADED EGYPTIAN<br>
-GODDESS, BAST OR<br> BUBASTIS.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From a bronze in the<br>
-British Museum.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Pussy has also been fortunate in having two strings to his
-bow—personal beauty and utility. No other creature so dainty, so
-artistically delightful; a thing of beauty, and—to the appreciative—a
-joy forever; no other creature so dexterous in pursuit of mice, so
-self-supporting, so acute! Throughout the ages, therefore, through
-prosperity and adversity, Pussy, like the Jews, has flourished. The
-honors of divinity did not turn his handsome head, and persecution has
-failed to uproot his race from the soil.</p>
-
-<p>What a small bit of life he is; yet when absent, how we miss him! Only
-think of Wales, in good King Howel’s time; when rats were rampagious,
-when a kitten, even before it could see, was worth a penny, and heavy
-fines were imposed on whoever should hurt or kill a cat. Think of
-Varbach, that little German town where mice ran riot, until at last a
-cat was obtained. Think of Whittington; how with a cat in his arms he
-sailed to a country where cats were not, and made his fortune—through
-the cat! There are skeptics, of course, who call this pretty story a
-myth; and very possibly, like some other good old stories, it has put
-on with time some of the colors of a fairy tale; but that little Dick
-had a cat, and a valued one—so much, at least, may well be<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175"></a>[175]</span> true.
-The queer bas-relief at Guildhall Museum in London has an appearance
-of verity; and as it was found in a house which once belonged to the
-Whittington family, and had been occupied in the famous Lord Mayor’s
-life-time by his nephew, it not improbably commemorates some actual
-fact in the great man’s history.</p>
-
-<p>One of the earliest pet cats on record is that of Prince Hana, an
-Egyptian notability who lived several thousand years ago, and between
-the stone feet of whose statue was placed the statuette of his cat,
-Bouhaki. The latter may still be seen in the Louvre, sitting erect in a
-dignified attitude, squarely confronting posterity, so to say, with a
-gold collar around its neck, and ear-rings in its ears!</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="175">
- <img src="images/175.jpg" alt="" width="142" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> BAS-RELIEF OF WHITTINGTON<br> AND HIS CAT.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>At the Guildhall Museum,<br> London.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Early in history, also, and more famous than Bouhaki is Muezza, the cat
-of Mahomet. Every one knows how the Prophet sat reading one day, with
-the favorite curled up in peaceful slumber on the wide sleeve of his
-robe; and how, rather than disturb her, when obliged to go, he gently
-cut off the sleeve. No wonder, with such an example before them, that
-Mahommedans still honor cats.</p>
-
-<p>From Mahomet to Petrarch is quite a step—not only in point of time,
-but of character. Nevertheless, these great men had one thing in
-common—their affection for cats. Laura was not enough for the poet;
-he must also have his little white “micino,” holding<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176"></a>[176]</span> it second only
-to the lady of his heart, and so mourning its death as to have it
-embalmed. This veritable cat may be seen to-day in Petrarch’s house
-at Arquà—at least the guide assures us it is the same. For my own
-part, I have no more doubt of its identity than of the blood-spot in
-Holyrood. I take the one to be Rizzio’s blood; I take the other to be
-the immortal poet’s equally immortal cat—and thank my stars I am not
-so skeptical as some people!</p>
-
-<p>Lovers of Petrarch all visit Arquà, and, if literary, are very apt to
-commemorate the visit with their pen. Such an one was Tassoni, whose
-charming verse may be roughly rendered as follows:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent14">“Now rises the lovely hill of Arquà</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Which pleases, seen from mountain or from plain,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Where lies he in whose writings</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The soul expands like a plant in the sun;</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And where his embalmed cat just as when alive</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Still guards the illustrious threshold against mice.</div>
-  </div>
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent4">“To this cat Apollo granted the privilege</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Of remaining intact in spite of time,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And of having its manifold honors</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Made eternal in a thousand songs;—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">So that the sepulcher of mighty kings</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Is surpassed in glory by an unburied cat!”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Several hundred years after Tassoni, an American pilgrim went to Arquà,
-and added his own pleasant tribute to the thousand songs; protesting
-that—</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“we cannot well figure to ourselves Petrarch, sitting before that
-wide-mouthed fire-place, without beholding also the gifted cat that
-purrs softly at his feet, and nestles on his knees; or with thickened
-back and lifted tail, parades loftily around his chair, in the haughty
-and disdainful manner of cats.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177"></a>[177]</span></p>
-
-<p>Tasso also had his pet; sad, hapless poet that he was, there was need
-of all the comfort he could get. Doubt not but that often his tears
-fell warm on Pussy’s fur; and that in her companionship he found solace
-when other solace there was none. To this little friend he addressed a
-sonnet, begging her, since lamps were denied in his prison, to light
-him with her eyes.</p>
-
-<p>Other famous Italians have shared the taste of these poets; among whom,
-probably, may be included Andrea Doria. Some writers assure us that
-he detested cats, and kept one only to remind him of the conquered
-Fieschi, whose badge it was. Be this as it may, the animal who sits
-beside him in the ancient portrait at Genoa has an undeniable air of
-well-being. If an enemy, it has been treated with respect; if a friend,
-it is also an equal, and returns the old admiral’s gaze with proud
-directness.</p>
-
-<p>St. Dominic’s hatred of cats is more than offset by the affection which
-various popes have shown them. Gregory the Great had a much-indulged
-favorite, and Leo <abbr title="12">XII</abbr>. had a number. One big cat of grayish-red called
-Micetto he presented to another friend of the feline race, the famous
-Chateaubriand, as a mark of his esteem.</p>
-
-<p>Pius <abbr title="9">IX</abbr>. also had his pet—a superb “<i lang="es" xml:lang="es">gato soriano</i>,” which
-was always present at his frugal meals, sitting beside him, and
-claiming its full share both of food and attention. A very pleasant
-sight it must have been, to see this benign old pontiff taking his
-<i lang="it" xml:lang="it">passegiata</i> in the gardens of the Vatican, with Pussy sedately
-pacing at his side. When, after a while, the link of companionship was
-broken, and Pussy paced from this world to another, no pet succeeded
-him. “I am too old for new friendships,” said his master; “moreover,
-death may come to me next, for my cat and I have both grown old in the
-Vatican.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178"></a>[178]</span></p>
-
-<p>A still more ardent cat-lover in Italy was the aged Archbishop of
-Taranto, who died about the beginning of this century. His pets had
-their regular meals corresponding with his own; and a guest was once
-much amused by hearing him ask a servant during dinner whether the
-cats had been served. “Yes, monsignore,” the man gravely answered,
-“but Desdemona prefers waiting for the roasts.” Desdemona was a white
-Persian, both in color and disposition a complete contrast to her huge
-black mate, Othello.</p>
-
-<p>When the archbishop was eighty-six years old, a friend called upon
-him rather earlier than usual one morning, and was rewarded by this
-pretty scene: the venerable, white-haired old man in dressing gown and
-slippers, seated at the breakfast-table, with two great tortoise-shell
-cats on chairs beside him, alertly watching his hand for bits of bread,
-and purring in the most affectionate manner between mouthfuls.</p>
-
-<p>Cardinal Richelieu was devoted to kittens, rather than cats, finding in
-their companionship the relaxation he needed after toil. They lived in
-his room, in handsomely lined and cushioned baskets, so that he might
-see them whenever he chose. But no sooner were they three months old,
-than he had them removed and a new supply brought in. One white Angora
-passed the fatal period and retained her place as favorite-in-chief so
-long as she lived. Her usual lounging-place was His Eminence’s table,
-among his books and papers. In the picture painted by Champaigne, there
-are three different views of the famous cardinal, and one can easily
-fancy the delicate, sarcastic countenance bent towards his pets, and
-occasionally relaxing into a smile at some extra kittenish gambol.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179"></a>[179]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="179">
- <img src="images/179.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="403">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">CARDINAL RICHELIEU, FRONT FACE AND SIDES.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>From the painting by Philippe de Champaigne.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Our English Cardinal Wolsey also had a fondness for cats, and more
-than once was found by some great dignitary amusing himself<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a>[180]</span> with
-a kitten. One favorite was sometimes seen with him in the Council
-Chamber; and it may well have entered into the final sum of his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181"></a>[181]</span>
-offenses that he preferred the society of intelligent cats to that of
-empty-headed bigwigs!</p>
-
-<p>In the last century there was a <abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Dupuy living in France, of whom
-few people now know anything; but who, nevertheless, in her own day had
-a reputation as an exquisite performer on the harp. Furthermore, she
-possessed a cat who had also some claim to be called an authority in
-harpistry. Before a performance in public, <abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Dupuy would rehearse
-privately before him. He always listened with critical attention, and
-if any notes displeased, would growl. Such notes she always amended,
-trying them over until he ceased growling. The lady never married, and
-when in course of time she died, her will was found to provide, among
-other bequests, for the maintenance of this little friend and critic.
-Sad to relate, however, the will was set aside by grasping relatives,
-and Pussy’s fate is unknown.</p>
-
-<p>Fourier had a magnificent cat—a great pet—in his house at Lyons; and
-it is recorded of this rather grim philosopher, that he could never see
-a pretty cat or kitten on the street without stopping to caress it.</p>
-
-<p>Lord Eldon, the jurist, had a room full of cats, and once when, owing
-to some bone of contention, they grew extremely noisy, went into the
-room and solemnly read the Riot Act—with what effect we are not told.</p>
-
-<p>Lord Chesterfield gave all his cats—and they were many—a life
-pension, that they might not suffer, after his death, from some other
-master’s indifference. More fortunate than <abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. Dupuy, his will was
-carried out.</p>
-
-<p>A very famous cat, indeed, is the one that befriended Sir<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182"></a>[182]</span> Henry Wyatt
-in his hour of need. According to the epitaph on his monument, this
-gentleman “was imprisoned and tortured in the Tower, in the reign of
-Richard <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.,” where he “was fed and preserved by a cat.” In manuscript
-family papers the story is more fully told, as follows:</p>
-
-<p>“He was imprisoned often; once in a cold and narrow tower where he had
-neither bed to lie on, nor clothes sufficient to warm him, nor meat
-for his mouth. He had starved there, had not God, who sent a crow to
-feed his prophet, sent this his and his country’s martyr a cat both to
-feed and warm him. It was his own relation unto them from whom I had
-it. A cat came one day down into the dungeon unto him, and, as it were,
-offered herself to him. He was glad of her, laid her in his bosom to
-warm him, and by making much of her won her love. After this she would
-come every day unto him divers times, and, when she could get one,
-would bring him a pigeon. He complained to his keeper of his cold and
-short fare. The answer was ‘he durst not do it better.’ ‘But,’ said Sir
-Henry, ‘if I can provide any, will you promise to dress it for me?’ ‘I
-may well enough,’ said the keeper, ‘you are safe for that matter’; and
-being urged again, promised him, and kept his promise, dressed for him
-from time to time such pigeons as his caterer, the cat, provided for
-him. Sir Henry, in his prosperity, for this would ever make much of
-cats, as other men will of spaniels or hounds; and perhaps you shall
-not find his picture anywhere but—like Sir Christopher Hatton with his
-dog—with a cat beside him.”</p>
-
-<p>It is a charming, bright little story for those dark days.</p>
-
-<p>A reverse story to that of Sir Henry Wyatt belongs to our own days;
-the story of a nameless cat saved from starvation by Henry Bergh. Many
-have been the deeds of heroism in the world, many<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183"></a>[183]</span> have been the medals
-awarded for such deeds; but when all are duly weighed in the balance
-this deed too shall have its reward of fame.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="183">
- <img src="images/183.jpg" alt="" width="139" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE TWO-LEGGED CAT<br> THAT BELONGED TO<br> DR. HILL OF
-PRINCETON<br> COLLEGE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-
-<p>A kitten had been walled up by the workmen, in an iron girder at
-the base of a building, and the walls had been laid to the second
-story, when Mr. Bergh heard what had happened. First, he pleaded for
-the innocent victim, but without avail; then, appealing to the law,
-he compelled the walls to be taken down, and thus Pussy at last was
-removed from what—without his interference—would have proved her
-living grave.</p>
-
-<p>It is worth recording in this connection that a few years ago the
-Albert Medal was presented to a seaman who rescued various lives from a
-sinking ship. The last one saved was the ship’s cat—the brave sailor
-crying as he swung her into the boat:</p>
-
-<p>“Life before property!”</p>
-
-<p>Animals have had their full share indeed, of human misadventure at
-sea, and have added many a tragic element to the always tragic tale of
-wreck. A few years ago, for instance, the Black-eyed Susan was lost at
-Scarborough. The wreck was several hours in going to pieces, during
-which time they rescued the crew in the life cradle. One man was six
-hours in the rigging before he could be got off. And (a friend tells me
-this, who heard it from an eye-witness<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184"></a>[184]</span> of the scene) the first thing he
-did upon reaching the shore was to draw from his bosom a little kitten
-which had been his especial pet. The man wept like a child when he
-found that his little friend had perished in spite of all his care. A
-woman from the same ship brought off a dog successfully.</p>
-
-<p>Turning to “scientific” patrons of cats, we find that Sir Isaac
-Newton—if history tells no fibs—not only had Diamond, the little dog
-who upset a lighted candle among his manuscripts, but also a cat, and
-at least one kitten. So much is certain, for to give them means of exit
-and ingress, he cut two holes in his barn door—a big hole for the
-cat, a little hole for the kitten! One really hopes this story may be
-true—it is so delightfully unsophisticated for a philosopher.</p>
-
-<p>Another man of science, Sir David Brewster, began life with a great
-dislike of cats. In later years there were so many mice in his house,
-that after her promise never to let Pussy appear in the study, he
-permitted his daughter to give the trap a feline assistant. Pussy,
-however, was no party to this contract, and, knowing what utter
-nonsense it was, took matters into her own claws.</p>
-
-<p>Writes this daughter, Mrs. Gordon:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“I was sitting with my father one day and the study door was ajar.
-To my dismay, Pussy pushed it open, walked in, and with a most
-assured air put a paw on one shoulder, and a paw on the other, and
-then composedly kissed him. Utterly thunderstruck at the creature’s
-audacity, my father ended by being so delighted that he quite forgot
-to have an electric shock. He took Pussy into his closest affections,
-feeding and tending her as if she were a child.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>When after some years she died, both master and mistress grieved
-sincerely, and never had another pet.</p>
-
-<p>And finally, grave Princeton College has had a pet, which was also a
-phenomenon, in the shape of a two-legged cat—biped from birth—but
-a most cheerful, healthy, engaging little creature, dark<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185"></a>[185]</span> maltese in
-color, with a white star on her breast. Her fashion of walking was
-queer, but lively, as the sketch by Dr. F. C. Hill of Princeton will
-show.</p>
-
-<p>Brought from a New York village to this college town, she adapted
-herself to her new home with the ready pliability of youth, became
-everybody’s pet in general, her master’s in particular, and was in all
-ways a thoroughly charming, though whimsical baby-cat. Her virtues
-were all her own, while her faults, like those of other kittens, were
-doubtless due to there being no kittychism. Such is the reason a modern
-writer assigns for feline errors, and it carries with it conviction. As
-the kitten is bent, the cat will certainly be inclined.</p>
-
-<p>Pussy’s course in life was destined to be brief as brilliant. In the
-spring of ‘77, Dr. Hill was absent a fortnight. He came back to find
-his small friend dead. He had left her vivacious and merry—now she was
-only “a body.” “Poor Kitty,” he wrote, “was well and happy while I was
-with her. I really think she pined and died as much from loneliness as
-anything else.”</p>
-
-<p>To say that she was missed, is idle; it could not be otherwise with so
-bright and loving a creature. Love wins love, the world over, and where
-love comes, love follows. Our poor little Pussy’s heart was all her
-master’s; it resulted that in his heart was a corner all her own.</p>
-
-<p>Her body was sent, in the interests of science, to Prof. Ward of
-Rochester, N. Y., and by him the skeleton was prepared and mounted. It
-is now in the museum at Princeton College; so that Pussy remains as
-serviceable after death as it was her warm will to be in life.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186"></a>[186]<br><a id="Page_187"></a>[187]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>VIII.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>AN ODD SET.</em>  </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188"></a>[188]<br><a id="Page_189"></a>[189]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="VIII">VIII.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">AN ODD SET.</p>
-
-
-<p>Our exclusive world is apt to choose its pets like its garments—in
-accordance with the fashion of the day. Still, there are always a few
-people who prefer choosing for themselves; and from this independence
-queer intimacies often result. Accident, too, not infrequently cuts the
-knot of custom; while, furthermore, it is true of all that propinquity
-works wonders. We come by degrees to like what we live with; and
-discover merits on long acquaintance that a shorter one would not
-reveal.</p>
-
-<p>White rats and mice, for instance; they make delightful pets. Thomas
-Bailey Aldrich says that he—no—that little Tom Bailey had white mice,
-and that Miss Abigail couldn’t bear them. It was lucky the thought
-never occurred to him of taming the common brown rats, or Miss Abigail
-would have had convulsions. Anything more uncanny, more utterly at
-variance with civilization, it would be hard to imagine. To see them,
-reconnoitering in cellar or back yard, so homely, fierce and shrewd,
-so seemingly untamable, full of device as the Old Serpent, and, like
-him, inspired with a wicked intelligence, is to feel half doubtful
-of their right to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190"></a>[190]</span> exist. And yet they can be tamed, and often have
-shown genuine affection for their tamers. They are fond of music,
-too—a trait of which the Pied Piper took advantage, to coax them out
-of Hamelin Town. In quite another way they were persuaded to leave
-Stilf—an exodus quite as strange as that from Hamelin, although less
-widely known, through lack of a Browning to put it in rhyme. The story
-is this:</p>
-
-<p>In 1519, in Tyrol (a time and place very credulous towards magic),
-lived a well-to-do peasant called Simon Fluss—that is, he formerly
-was well-to-do. Now, his prosperity had received a check—his crops
-were destroyed by field-rats. They ate the seeds, the young stems, the
-developed grain, until the farmer found himself face to face with ruin,
-and was fairly badgered into self-defense. Not, however, by traps or
-terriers did he uphold his rights; no, he brought the matter into a
-court of law. Notice was served duly, and a time appointed for hearing
-the case. Advocates were chosen for each side, witnesses were examined,
-and finally—all legal forms having been observed—judgment was passed
-to this effect:</p>
-
-<p>“Those noxious animals called field-rats, must, within two weeks,
-depart, and forever remain far aloof from the fields and meadows of
-Stilf.”</p>
-
-<p>Those who, from extreme youth or illness, were unable to travel so
-soon, had another two weeks allowed them. Where the rats went to, no one
-knows.</p>
-
-<p>The most remarkable friend of rats on record, is Susanna, Countess of
-Eglintoune, who died more than a hundred years ago, at the great age of
-ninety-one. She had a brilliant youth; natural distinction, beauty and
-wit combined to make her the brightest star in the society where she
-moved. In old age, still beautiful<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191"></a>[191]</span> and witty, she tried the effect of
-her charms on rats, as before on human beings, and with equal success.
-A sliding panel was constructed in the oak wainscot of her dining-room;
-and the great feature of the day was when, at a certain stage of the
-dinner, she would first tap loudly on the panel, then open it. Obedient
-to the signal, a dozen fat, comfortable rats would emerge, and join her
-at table. After a bountiful meal of such things as are dear to rats,
-the tap would be repeated, the panel opened, and back would go her
-long-tailed guests, even as they had come, with perfect decorum.</p>
-
-<p>One rat lived a long time with the naturalist Buckland, and became
-quite domesticated, wandering at will around the study, examining books
-and papers, and helping himself from the sugar-bowl. As he was too
-modest, or too shy to eat before folks, and as a space of nearly two
-feet separated the table with the sugar from the mantel where stood
-his cage, Mr. Buckland put up a little ladder. The rat easily learned
-to climb it, even when loaded with plunder. Judy, a small marmoset,
-inhabited the same mantel, and the pair had a reprehensible fashion of
-stealing each other’s food.</p>
-
-<p>Buckland’s pets being as various as his interests, the house was full
-of them, and a queer lot they were! Joe, a pet hare, also occupied the
-study, but being averse to civilization, he would hide by day, and
-only come out at night, hopping across the room—if he thought himself
-unobserved—to the fire-place, where he would sit up on his legs, so as
-“to warm his white waistcoat.”</p>
-
-<p>Tiglath-Pileser was a bear, who for a short period attended college
-with his master, went boating with him, and to parties, and like him
-wore cap and gown. He once was present at a meeting of the British
-association in Oxford, and had the honor of being<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192"></a>[192]</span> introduced to Sir
-Charles Lyell, and the Prince of Canino. After so brilliant a career,
-it is doubly sad to relate that Tiglath-Pileser fell under the ban of
-the college authorities, and was rusticated for an indefinite period.
-He died some years ago at the Zoölogical Garden in London.</p>
-
-<p>Jenny (from Gibralter) and Jacko the Capuchin (from South America)
-were monkeys, and an unfailing source of diversion to Buckland and his
-friends. Jacko was very delicate, and each year, as winter approached,
-was provided by his master with a warm close-fitting dress. In spite
-of this care, he one year grew sickly and thin. Oil was prescribed for
-him, but refused, until by a happy thought he was allowed to steal
-it. Even theft, from a commonplace, safe saucer, grew monotonous; and
-erelong he was detected thieving his medicine at the risk of his life
-from a lighted lamp.</p>
-
-<p>Other interesting, if less amusing pets—an eagle, a jackal, countless
-marmots, dormice, squirrels, etc.—evince the interest felt by
-this lovable scientist in the objects of his study—an interest as
-affectionate as scientific. Indeed, it is very reassuring to find
-scientific people more often than otherwise the possessors of hearts as
-well as brains. Occasionally something happens to make us doubt their
-humanity, like the experiment of a modern physiologist, who, after
-teaching a dog to regard him as its friend, had it killed, and the
-blood of another dog transfused into its arteries. “No sooner was it
-injected,” we are told, “than the inert head became animated, the eyes
-opened, and on the Professor calling the dog by its name, it attempted
-to answer with a caressing look.” Surely, as with Desdemona, that
-last look of ill-rewarded affection will rise in judgment against the
-experimenter!</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193"></a>[193]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="193">
- <img src="images/193.jpg" alt="" width="345" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SALLY.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Zoölogical Gardens, London.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A greater physiologist, Professor Agassiz, would not have pets.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194"></a>[194]<br><a id="Page_195"></a>[195]</span> He
-must experiment, and he said that when he came to feel for an animal
-the affection of intimacy, experiment became impossible. And then, when
-it was a question of experiment, a good fortune, peculiar to himself,
-attended him—whatever he wanted was sure to turn up, whether a rare
-specimen or common one; whether bird or insect, fish or reptile. Birds,
-indeed, were his familiar friends, and he had a faculty of taming them
-not unlike that of Madame George Sand. Snakes, too, were friendly; and
-I have myself seen him put his hand in the water, and a little fish
-move tranquilly back and forth between his outspread fingers. If he
-had lived in the time of those great primeval creatures—mammoths,
-pterodactyls, and the like—he certainly would have been on friendly
-terms with them.</p>
-
-<p>It may be said in passing that the first skeleton of a pterodactyl ever
-seen was discovered by an English woman—Mary Anning of Lyme-Regis.
-She became a capital geologist, and made many important “finds.” Her
-assistant, although devoted, and, to her, invaluable, is not so well
-known, being only—a little dog! He was, so long as he lived, the
-companion of her walks; and when she found a valuable specimen embedded
-in the rocks, would stand guard until she could get it removed, sharing
-faithfully in her toil, and grudging her none of the glory.</p>
-
-<p>Very little appreciated in general are pigs! Pork is one thing, the pig
-another. The merits of pork are well understood; the merits of Piggy
-doubtful. Charles Lamb could sing with delicious enthusiasm the praises
-of roast pig—that “young and tender suckling, under a moon old,
-guiltless as yet of the sty”; but if he had been asked to take Piggy,
-unroasted, alive, into his good graces, he probably would have declined
-with a shrug.</p>
-
-<p>But still, to a degree, the pig is appreciated. Jerrold’s sketch,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a>[196]</span>
-called “The Manager’s Pig,” had a foundation in fact. The manager of
-a London theater, anxious for novelty, had a play written expressly
-to bring a pig upon the stage. It was very successful, and after a
-run of forty nights, it was suggested that the principal actor should
-be prepared for the manager’s table, and the other actors invited to
-partake. Whether this was done I cannot learn. A poor reward, indeed,
-for Piggy—the glory of being eaten!</p>
-
-<p>The old poet, Robert Herrick, had a pet pig, and did not find his
-affection for it at all inconsistent with writing lovely verses to
-violets, daffodils, roses and fair maidens. Sir Walter Scott had a
-similar pet; so had Miss Martineau, and so had Lord Gardenstone, of
-legal fame, who cultivated his favorite’s society to a degree quite
-unusual. In its pigdom it followed him everywhere, and even shared his
-bed. But, says Chambers, “when it attained the mature years and size
-of swinedom, this, of course, was inconvenient. However, his lordship,
-unwilling to part with his friend, continued to let it sleep in the
-same room, and, when he undressed, laid his clothes upon the floor as a
-bed for it. He said that he liked it, for it kept his clothes warm till
-the morning!”</p>
-
-<p>This was even outdoing Mr. Hawker, the clergyman, whose eccentric
-ways have been so delightfully described by Baring-Gould. Gyp, a
-black Berkshire pig, was one of his eccentricities. Being daily
-washed and curried, it grew up cleanly and intelligent, and followed
-its master exactly like a dog. It even followed him into ladies’
-drawing-rooms—not always to the satisfaction of those present. In this
-case, he would order it to go home, and it would obey, slinking off
-with an air of conscious disgrace, and its tail hanging limply, out of
-curl.</p>
-
-<p>Gyp was not the only pet at the vicarage; birds, horses, a pair of
-stags and a family party of nine cats added considerable variety<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span> to
-the good clergyman’s life. Especially the cats! They convoyed him, like
-a bodyguard, to and from church, and either frisked in the chancel
-during service, or, rubbing up against him, purred an accompaniment to
-his prayers. One black-letter Sunday the best-loved cat of all yielded
-to temptation—forgetful of the day, she caught a mouse! Never again
-was this sinner allowed to enter the church its conduct had disgraced;
-hereafter, eight cats only formed their master’s escort—the ninth
-staid at home in solitary shame.</p>
-
-<p>How delighted Mr. Hawker would have been with a squirrel which was once
-chronicled in the New York Tribune. Its owner is a member of the great
-family Anonymous, but, thanks to his humorous, sympathetic observation,
-the personality of his(?) pet is more distinct. “He began life,” says
-the Unknown, “by tumbling out of the nest when an infant. He fell into
-the hands of my nephew, then at Harvard, and lived in his pockets. He
-could be put to sleep at any moment if made to stand on his head—which
-was odd but convenient. He always went to recitation, which must have
-been very gratifying to the professors.”</p>
-
-<p>The little fellow had a moral nature as well as keen wits, and knew
-perfectly well when he was doing wrong.</p>
-
-<p>“His chief sin was tearing off slivers of wall-paper. I would then pick
-him up and say, ‘Oh, you naughty squirrel! what have you been doing?’
-and carry him round the room. When I got near the place, his guilty
-conscience invariably compelled him to shriek. Then I would flick his
-nose, and say, ‘Go away, naughty squirrel!’ and he would fly to a
-corner of the room, and fling himself on his stomach, with his fore and
-hind legs stretched out to their extreme length, and his bushy tail
-curled over his back and down his nose, to conceal his shame.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a>[198]</span></p>
-
-<p>Once he was ill for several weeks, and his teeth grew so long that in
-order to save his life it became necessary to take him to a dentist. He
-kicked furiously, but the operation was successful. “Although not much
-hurt, his rage and indignation at the whirligig thing dentists use were
-unbounded, and his shrieks brought people in from the streets to know
-what was happening.”</p>
-
-<p>The fate of this amusing patient we are not told.</p>
-
-<p>From the squirrel to the despised skunk is no very long step, nor is it
-an unpleasant one—popular prejudice to the contrary. One gentleman,
-at least, has had the courage to study its habits, and to introduce a
-number of young skunks into his home. At different times he had ten.
-From some he removed the scent-bags, but the majority retained them,
-and behaved with the utmost propriety. They were coaxing, kittenish
-little creatures, and responded to his caresses with delightful
-readiness.</p>
-
-<p>Crowley—late favorite in Central Park—was a chimpanzee of enlarged
-culture. He was often photographed, and once was painted by the artist
-J. H. Beard. He “took his reg’lar meals,” used spoon and napkin with
-propriety, understood the meaning of plate and cup, drank from a glass,
-and when his meal was ended, would assist digestion by a series of
-gymnastics, before which the feats of Milo pale. Like royalty of old,
-he dined in public, and a crowd was always present to witness the
-ceremony.</p>
-
-<p>Sally, who adorned the London “Zoo,” had not been so well trained in
-table refinements; but in other respects was quite as remarkable as
-Crowley. She seemed to understand every look and tone of her keeper;
-she performed many knowing little tricks, had a keen sense of humor,
-and crowned her achievements one day by sitting for her photograph. I
-remember her in exactly this pose, mutely examining with great critical
-eyes the crowd of visitors,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span> and I could not help wishing I knew her
-thoughts. But she kept them to herself, and only by an occasional
-snicker did she betray the fact that we amused her.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb">
-
-<p>Among the famous people who have interested themselves in hares may
-be mentioned the dashing Prince Rupert (Boy’s master), and the shy,
-melancholy poet, Cowper. The association was doubtless accidental
-with the Prince; but with Cowper it was the result of strong natural
-sympathy between himself and these timid creatures of the woodland.
-He contributed to the Gentleman’s Magazine, I believe, a delightful
-account of his pets; and was almost childishly pleased by the present
-of their picture, drawn for him by a friend.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="199">
- <img src="images/199.jpg" alt="" width="385" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><em>Cowper’s Tame Hares.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“They look exactly like other hares,” said an undiscriminating lady;
-but the poet did not agree with her; for him each had its differing
-ways and whims, its own individuality. Little Puss, for instance,
-grew quite tame, was affectionate, and grateful for kindness; while
-Tiney would not suffer the slightest caress—being gruff and surly, a
-little Diogenes in fur; and Bess never had to be tamed, but was docile
-from the first, and took a humorous delight in playing tricks on her
-companions. Bess died young, surly Tiney lived nine years; and Puss,
-the best beloved of all, died of a hare’s old age when within a month
-of completing his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200"></a>[200]</span> twelfth year. Deep was his master’s grief; long and
-sincere his mourning.</p>
-
-<p>The slow tortoise has had almost as many friends as the agile hare, but
-none more famous than Mr. Gilbert White of Selborne. In 1770, while
-visiting an old friend, he observed in her garden a land tortoise,
-which had been there, she told him, for the last thirty years. Timothy,
-the pet’s name, spent nearly half of his life in retirement, but in the
-other half had learned to recognize his mistress and to come at her
-call. On her death, some ten years later, he passed into the possession
-of Mr. White; and in March was dug out of the ground to accompany his
-new master to Selborne. He took the transfer in high dudgeon; so much
-so that immediately on arriving he went into winter quarters again,
-and staid there until May. The fourteenth of this month he walked out
-in the garden, and found it more to his mind than he expected, with
-nice paths, soft, short grass, and plenty of succulent vegetables. He
-gained rapidly in health and spirits, and after a few months was able
-to dictate a letter for Miss Mulso, a letter almost as good as that of
-little Nero to Carlyle.</p>
-
-<p>After telling her that by birth he was a Virginian, and that he had
-been kidnapped into England, he speaks of his happy life with the
-lady now deceased, as contrasted with the disquietude he suffers in
-having a naturalist for a master, and being all the time a subject
-for experiments. “Your sorrowful reptile, Timothy,” he concludes.
-What became of him eventually, I cannot say. Turtles are proverbially
-long lived; but if Timothy is dead let us trust that he left a small
-reptilian ghost, still to wander through the garden of his fame.</p>
-
-<p>Quite famous in their day were the chameleons of <abbr title="mademoiselle">Mlle</abbr>. de Saudéry, a
-seventeenth century novelist. One of the kindest-hearted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201"></a>[201]</span> women in
-France, she was continually giving to the poor, or appealing for the
-distressed; so that her fame to-day rests rather upon her charities
-than her writings. Her chameleons excited much curiosity, and strangers
-went to see them, as one of the sights of the city. The last glimpse we
-get of them in history is a post-mortem one, in 1698, when Dr. Martin
-Lister visited Paris, and called upon the venerable novelist—then in
-her ninety-first year. She made herself very agreeable, and finally,
-he says, took him to her closet and showed him “the skeletons of two
-chameleons which she had kept near four years alive. In winter she
-lodged them in cotton, and in the fiercest weather kept them under a
-ball of copper filled with hot water.”</p>
-
-<p>The good lady would have sympathized with Antonia, Mark Antony’s
-beautiful daughter, who petted the murenæ in her fish-ponds, and of one
-in particular became so fond that she fastened gold ear-rings to its
-head—a favor the poor fish could well have spared.</p>
-
-<p>Washington Irving upheld the right of harmless snakes to live in peace;
-and a pretty story is told of his preventing a guest from killing
-a little striped adder—pointing the lesson of tolerance by gently
-stroking his protégé.</p>
-
-<p>The great Goethe was in full accord with this feeling. He kept a
-snake for some months, feeding it himself, and caring for it, until
-his interest, scientific at first, became personal and affectionate.
-The creature became quite friendly, and would uprear its head in
-recognition, whenever the master approached.</p>
-
-<p>The poet’s mother once alluded to his favorite—rather femininely—as
-“a nasty thing.” “Oh,” said her son, “if the snake would but spin
-himself a house, and turn into a butterfly to oblige her, we should
-hear no more about ‘nasty things.’ But we can’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202"></a>[202]</span> all be butterflies....
-Poor snake! they should treat you better. How he looks at me! how he
-rears his head! Is it not as if he knew that I was taking his part?”</p>
-
-<p>Perhaps, however, even Irving and Goethe, despite their theories, would
-have shrunk from the extraordinary pet which Sir Joseph Banks kept in
-his library, much to the horror of unsuspecting guests. It was, in
-fact, a boa-constrictor!</p>
-
-<p>People of contemplative habits, who enjoy a quiet life among their
-books, and hate mortally the intrusion of broom or duster, are very apt
-to be interested in spiders. These insects have the same meditative
-disposition, and an equal aversion to housemaids. The wise Spinoza
-spent his odd moments in training them to recognize signals, and to
-have little combats with each other. Magliabecchi, the old Florentine
-librarian, had a similar fancy. From morning till night, from night
-till morning, year in, year out, he might be found reclining in a sort
-of wooden cradle, immovably fixed among piles of books and manuscripts;
-and which, in course of time, was further anchored to the surrounding
-objects by strands of cobweb. Here he lived, reading volume after
-volume with insatiable zeal, eating quantities of hard-boiled eggs, and
-cautioning whoever called upon him not to trouble his dear spiders!</p>
-
-<p>Such intimacy would never have suited Fourier, who was horribly
-frightened one morning as he lay in bed, by seeing a small spider
-on the ceiling above him. Up he sprang; but instead of dressing,
-or dislodging the intruder with a broom, he ran from room to room,
-screaming for help. “Quick! hurry!” cried the poor reformer; “do
-somebody take it away quick!”</p>
-
-<p>The most famous, and undoubtedly the best-known patrons of spiders, are
-Mahomet and Robert Bruce. Of the former it is told that he once fled,
-hotly pursued by foes, and concealed himself in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203"></a>[203]</span> a cave. Straightway,
-an obliging spider threw his web across the entrance; so that when the
-enemy came up, seeing it, they said, “No one has been here—for behold
-the unbroken web!” and carried the search elsewhere. Thus the Prophet
-escaped, and good Mahometans have honored the race of Webspinner since
-that day.</p>
-
-<p>The story of Bruce is equally pleasant. The weary king was about to
-give up the struggle for his rights, when encouraged by the efforts of
-a patient little spider, to “try again,” he did so—this time saving
-both life and kingdom.</p>
-
-<p>In the Cricket on the Hearth, Charles Dickens spread the fame of that
-friendly little creature far and near. But long before his day, the
-eccentric Lord Byron (uncle to the poet) had diverted his bitter old
-age by the study of its ways. Human society, except that of a few
-servants, he would none of; but for hours together would lie upon the
-ground, playing with the crickets he had tamed, making them perform
-tricks, and—if they displeased him—whipping them with little wisps of
-hay.</p>
-
-<p>From so moody and misanthropic an old gentleman, it is a pleasure to
-turn to a lady now living—an artist—who cultivates crickets on social
-principles, and reaps duly a large social reward.</p>
-
-<p>The following account of her pets has been sent by a friend.</p>
-
-<p>“The crickets of Miss C——’s studio days were considered such a
-curiosity that she had letters from California and all over the
-country, asking about them and the care of them. Her end and aim was
-to raise crickets from the eggs, laid in glass globes in the studio,
-that would sing in the winter, when all the summer crickets were
-frozen up in the fields, beneath the snow; crickets to sing to her all
-through the long winter nights, when the wind would be howling down the
-chimney, and the sleet beating against the windows.</p>
-
-<p>“Years and years gave no success, beyond a few, that were sure<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204"></a>[204]</span> to
-die before the end of January; but at last, just the winter before
-she married, there was one sweet singer which made music for her all
-winter long, and which she trained to sing in the ruffle of her neck.
-Better yet, it liked to sit and sing in the ruffle at her left wrist,
-while the hand kept very quiet, holding the mahl-stick at the easel.
-Meanwhile, Toodles, the immense maltese trained cat, would sing an
-accompaniment from the rug before the open grate fire.”</p>
-
-<p>Now is not that a picture of cheery cosiness and comfort! I trust the
-lady will pardon her separation from other artists and their pets, in
-consideration of the pleasant glow her open studio door lets shine upon
-the Odd Set.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="204">
- <img src="images/204.jpg" alt="Helix Desertorum, snail" width="250" height="120">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">Helix Desertorum</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Who would ever think of a snail becoming famous? Such is the case,
-however; and in the Museum of Natural History, at South Kensington, the
-very hero may be seen of whom we write. Also his portrait, together
-with his story, enlivens the pages of Dr. Woodward’s Manual of the
-Mollusca, under the heading of <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Helix Desertorum</i>. He was brought
-with other specimens, in 1846, from Egypt; and having so withdrawn
-into his shelly house that it seemed empty, was gummed to a piece of
-cardboard, numbered, named, and placed in the museum. Here he lay for
-four years, in a kind of Rip Van Winkle slumber, his very existence
-unknown, until in 1850 he woke, and tried to walk off from the card.
-But to do this, he must have abandoned his well-gummed house, and such
-a sacrifice was not to be thought of. So he snoozed again, until an
-inquisitive scientist noticed his footprints, immersed him in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205"></a>[205]</span> warm
-water, and thus at length released him from “durance vile.” His picture
-was drawn, his history noted, and then—no higher distinction being
-possible for a snail—he was disposed of, let us say. He ceased to be,
-and only his shell remains.</p>
-
-<p>A yet more wonderful pet has lately died in Edinburgh at the age of
-certainly sixty years, and very possibly more. Its name was Granny,
-and it was a sea-anemone. Found on the wild Berwickshire coast, in
-Scotland, in 1828, it remained with its discoverer until 1854, and then
-passed into the care of Prof. Flemming. By him it was placed in the
-Botanic Garden of Edinburgh, and there lived a peaceful if monotonous
-life. Every two weeks it was given half a mussel, which was the only
-food it required. But lack of incident was no drawback to fame; and,
-like “Helix desertorum,” Granny was sketched, described, and visited.
-More wonderful yet, it possessed an album, wherein famous visitors
-inscribed their names, and whose autographic treasures will long
-commemorate the tranquil fascinations of Granny!</p>
-
-<p>With these odd characters may be counted Sir John Lubbock’s wasp.
-We usually think of wasps, in the language of a modern humorist, as
-little creatures, very inflammable in their nature, and hasty in
-their conclusions, or end. The wasp in question seems to have been
-gentler-tempered or milder-mannered than the majority of her race; and
-came to be on sociable terms with her scientific friend. Like so many
-pets, she was short-lived. “In her last hours,” says Sir John, “she
-would take no food, though she still moved her legs, wings and abdomen.
-The following day, I offered her food for the last time, but both head
-and thorax were dead or paralyzed; she could but wag her tail. So far
-as I could judge, her death was quite painless, and she now occupies a
-place in the British Museum.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206"></a>[206]</span></p>
-
-<p>The quaintest, most pathetic pet in history, I take it, was the fly,
-which set out—very gaily, no doubt—with other flies, in a ship bound
-to Spitzbergen. One by one, with the increasing cold, his companions
-perished, until at last he was left alone. It was no great comfort
-that the sailors cherished him as never fly was cherished before; and
-erelong, despite the tenderest care, he turned over on his back and
-died. He was honored with burial, and even with tears, as the last
-frail link, at home’s antipodes, with home.</p>
-
-<p>To conclude this Odd Set, there can hardly be anything odder than the
-story of a toad with which formerly I was well acquainted. His summer
-residence was the shady, cool brick floor of a kitchen porch, with a
-cistern conveniently set in one corner. He was a portly, contemplative
-fellow, and had no objection to receiving flies from the human race. It
-was his habit to come out from retirement towards evening, and sitting
-on the well-curb, imbibe the evening air and insects. On one of these
-occasions he was seen by a grave college professor and a student of
-strong experimental bias who—noticing the June fireflies sparkling all
-around—were seized with the desire to give him a light meal.</p>
-
-<p>It was quite to his taste, and he swallowed a number of flies. But even
-his capacious stomach had a limit, and when it could accommodate no
-more, he sat motionless and pensive on the curb. And then there was a
-curious sight. He had absorbed the fireflies so rapidly, that though
-imprisoned, they were still alive; and, beginning to glow, they turned
-their captor into a kind of Chinese lantern. Actually, he was lit up
-from within, and a soft luminousness shone through his thin membranous
-throat. Erelong the glow ceased—the “slaves of the lamp” were dead. It
-was an uncanny, goblin-like sight; but my own sympathies, I confess,
-were rather with the lights than the lantern.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207"></a>[207]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>IX.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>MILITARY PETS.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208"></a>[208]<br><a id="Page_209"></a>[209]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="IX">IX.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">MILITARY PETS.</p>
-
-
-<p>Ælian tells us that among the Greeks at Marathon fought one soldier who
-had a favorite hound. As the two were friends and fellow-soldiers in
-life, so in death they still lay side by side upon that immortal battle
-field. And, says Ælian, their effigies were placed together on the
-memorial tablet, to the end that their fame might live long after their
-bodies were dust.</p>
-
-<p>Was it not finely done—to commemorate with the man that died for his
-country the animal that died for his master?</p>
-
-<p>There have been many similar instances of canine devotion; yet it
-must be confessed that with dogs as with men, less lofty motives
-occasionally lead them into war. A restless, happy-go-lucky turn of
-mind has inspired many a four-footed one with the wish to be a soldier,
-and carried him with credit through the campaigns.</p>
-
-<p>Pure adventurousness animated Bobby, a pet of the Scotch Fusileers, and
-gave him a fame out of all proportion to the small body now preserved
-in the United Service Museum in London.</p>
-
-<p>In this curious and little known collection there are many<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210"></a>[210]</span> interesting
-objects—from the sword which Cromwell used with such fatal energy at
-Drogheda, to a petticoat once worn by Queen Elizabeth. Why the latter
-should be in a military museum it is hard to say, unless, indeed, it is
-regarded in the light of feminine armor. But Bobby’s right to be there
-is indefeasible. A dog of war, he can rest better nowhere than amidst
-the military surroundings so dear to him in life. Very sagacious he
-looks, seated dog-fashion on his haunches, and gazing alertly forward
-with a knowing cock of the head.</p>
-
-<p>Of low degree—a mere butcher’s dog—he nevertheless, like Napoleon,
-possessed a great soul in a little body. All he needed to rise from
-the ranks was an opportunity, and erelong it came. When, in the spring
-of 1853, a battalion of the Scots Fusileer Guards was stationed at
-Windsor, Bobby began to haunt the barracks. The butcher, his master,
-came for him several times and took him home, only to find his place
-vacant again the next day. He yielded at last to the inevitable, and
-Bobby went his way without hindrance. A soldier he would be; a soldier
-he was; and, as his True History relates, never failed to be first on
-parade, and was always ready to forage. In 1854 he embarked on the
-Simoon with his friends for the Crimea. The first day out, he came near
-being thrown overboard as a vagrant, but being claimed by the entire
-battalion, was allowed to stay.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211"></a>[211]</span></p>
-<div class="figcenter" id="211">
- <img src="images/211.jpg" alt="" width="360" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap"> BOBBY, THE DOG WHO WOULD BE A SOLDIER.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>He served at Malta, Scutari and Varna; was returned as missing from the
-Alma, but reappeared in time for the wild battle storm of Balaklava.
-Surviving this, he was heard of next at Inkermann, where he proved his
-courage by chasing spent cannon balls over the bloody field. A medal
-rewarded this feat, and was worn by him suspended from a collar of
-Fusileer buttons linked together in a chain. He was present at several
-other battles; and when,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212"></a>[212]<br><a id="Page_213"></a>[213]</span> after the fall of Sebastopol, the battalion
-returned to England, Bobby marched into London at its head—the
-observed of all observers.</p>
-
-<p>And now it might be supposed that he would rest on his laurels and grow
-old in peace. Alas! he had escaped from Balaklava only to meet destiny
-in London. In 1860 he was run over by a cart, and instantly killed.
-Some say it was a butcher’s cart—which would imply a certain prosaic
-justice in his fate—the profession he had scorned thus avenging itself.</p>
-
-<p>The poodle Moustache enhanced the glories of the Consulate and Empire.
-He was present at Marengo and at Jena; he once detected a spy; he saved
-several lives; and finally, at Austerlitz, when the standard-bearer
-of his regiment fell mortally wounded, he sprang forward, seized the
-colors from the very grasp of the enemy, and bore them in triumph to
-his fellow-soldiers. It was the deed of a hero, and its recompense
-was such as heroes love. Maréchal Lannes received Moustache upon the
-field of battle, praised him, thanked him in the name of all, and then,
-bending down, fastened to his neck—the cross of the Legion of Honor!</p>
-
-<p>Another dog of war was Pincher, who accompanied the Forty-second
-Highlanders. In the days when Napoleon’s empire hung trembling in the
-balance, this valiant terrier threw his own small influence into the
-scale against him, and gallantly barked and capered at Quatre Bras
-until wounded by a ball. Even then he refused to leave, and waited
-on the field for his friends. Somewhat later he charged with the
-Forty-second at Waterloo, came off unhurt from that tremendous field,
-entered Paris with the allies, and in 1818 brought his laurels home
-to Scotland. As in Bobby’s case, accident closed the life which the
-chances of war had spared: while out rabbit-hunting, poor Pincher by
-mistake was shot.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214"></a>[214]</span></p>
-
-<p>Then there was Dash, who served in the Royal African Corps, and made
-it his special mission to examine the sentry rounds, and wake up any
-sentinel who might be napping at his post. Many a drowsy soldier had
-occasion to thank him, and he remained chief favorite with the corps
-until his death.</p>
-
-<p>Dogs have distinguished themselves in the navy as well as on land. Sir
-John Carr tells the story of a Newfoundland on the English ship Nymph.
-During an engagement with the French ship Cleopatra, the men at first
-tried to keep their pet below. In vain; he escaped them, and ran up
-on deck, barking furiously, with every sign of warlike rage. When the
-Cleopatra struck her colors, he was among the foremost to board her,
-and promenaded her deck with a proud and lofty air, as one who felt
-that his share in the victory was not small.</p>
-
-<p>Another Newfoundland, well named Victor, served on the Bellona, in the
-battle of Copenhagen. So courageous and cheerful was his mien amidst
-flying balls and smoke and roar of cannon, that the men could not
-refrain from cheering him, even in the hottest of the action. After
-peace was signed at Amiens and the troops were paid off, the men of the
-Bellona had a farewell dinner on shore.</p>
-
-<p>Honorably mindful of their four-footed comrade, seat and plate were
-kept for Victor at the table. And there he sat, dignified and sedate,
-among the veterans, sharing their roast beef and plum-pudding. They
-drank his health, too, and doubtless he responded in his own fashion to
-the toast. Finally, the bill was made out in his proper name, and—but
-here the parallel with human “diners out” ceases. It was settled by an
-adoring crowd of friends.</p>
-
-<p>Another naval hero was Admiral Collingwood’s Bounce, who barked
-stoutly through various battles, and who to undoubted<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215"></a>[215]</span> courage joined
-no inconsiderable amount of vanity. After his master was raised to
-the peerage, Bounce put on all the airs which the sensible admiral
-had dispensed with—behaving, said the latter, as though he, too, had
-become a “right honorable.”</p>
-
-<p>But the most delightful dog of war within my knowledge is little Toutou
-of the French Zouaves. Once upon a time, when they were to leave France
-for Genoa, an order was passed, forbidding dogs on shipboard. Fancy
-the dismay of these pet-loving soldiers! What could be done? Each man,
-as his name was called, had to pass into the ship by a narrow gangway,
-with officers stationed at each end; and to conceal a dog under such
-circumstances was clearly impossible. At this crisis some inventive
-genius suggested unscrewing the drums, and concealing within them as
-many as possible of their pets. No sooner thought of than done; and so
-far, well. But now, like a thunderbolt out of a serene sky, came the
-horrid order: “Let the regiment embark to the sound of fife and drum!”</p>
-
-<p>There was no escape; the drums must be beat, and they were.
-Simultaneously with the sound, and smothering it, arose a lengthened,
-ear-piercing howl.</p>
-
-<p>“What! Where!” cried the officers in consternation.</p>
-
-<p>No sign of a dog anywhere, yet the louder the drums resounded the
-louder swelled the canine chorus. At last a spaniel fell out of an
-imperfectly screwed drum, and the stratagem was revealed. Then, amidst
-roars of laughter, each drummer was obliged to advance alone, and beat
-his instrument. If there was an answering howl, the drum was at once
-unscrewed and its occupant ejected.</p>
-
-<p>Only one dog ran the gauntlet successfully, and this was Toutou. Again
-and again the drum was struck in which he lay concealed, but only its
-own reverberations answered, and the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216"></a>[216]</span> drummer passed unsuspected. Once
-fairly out at sea, his pet was released. He remained with the Third
-Zouaves throughout the war; and when at its close they entered Paris,
-who should be seen proudly marching at their head but Toutou, the dog
-whom the drum-taps could not scare!</p>
-
-<p>A dog-loving soldier in our own army was the Hungarian General
-Asboth, a man of indomitable fire and courage. “Stilled, saddened,
-but not bitter,” says Mrs. Frémont, “he held fast to his faith in the
-progress of liberty. It was only natural that stray dogs should meet
-with kindness from him.” Two special favorites, York and Cream, were
-afterwards left by him to this lady’s care. Anything canine was dear to
-his heart:</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And cur of low degree,”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>and it came to be well understood in camp that all stray dogs were
-to be brought to the general. He was a noticeable figure, riding the
-rounds in a suit of white linen and great cavalry boots, with a noisy
-four-footed retinue at his heels.</p>
-
-<p>From an eye-witness comes the following story. General Asboth returned
-one day from a scouting expedition with a bullet through his shoulder;
-and as there had been little fighting up to this time, the accident was
-a great event. There happened to be in camp a young volunteer captain
-of engineers on “detached duty.” Swelling with a pleasant sense of his
-own importance, he thought proper at this crisis to call and offer his
-services. The old general thanked him: “Mine own officers are very
-good,” said he; “they do everythings for me. But, Captain, there is
-a thing; if you would go through the camp and find my little dog-pup
-which was stole, I would be so much obliged.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217"></a>[217]</span></p>
-
-<p>This chance of distinction was not appreciated. “At last accounts,”
-said my informant, “he had not yet begun to search for the ‘little
-dog-pup,’ and the remarks he made in private were quite frightful to
-hear.”</p>
-
-<p>From Asboth to Frémont is a natural transition. They were friends and
-comrades; they had in common the traits of courage and enthusiasm; they
-had a like disdain of pettiness, and capacity for silent endurance; and
-they had also, as you might expect in natures so sound at core, a great
-affection for animals.</p>
-
-<p>“For ourselves,” writes Mrs. Frémont, “dogs have always been part
-of the family. I do not know, indeed, how boys can be happy without
-them.... To the General some of ours were friends and companions,
-especially a noble staghound, Thor. They walked together, they could
-talk together; a sort of Indian sign-language belonging with old
-experiences made Mr. Frémont proficient in sign and eye language, and
-Thor knew that.</p>
-
-<p>“Thor’s father, Thor the First, belonged to Charlotte Cushman, and for
-years was part of the hunt in the Campagna around Rome. She brought her
-dog home, and thinking death near her, gave it to a friend of mine who
-had a beautiful Scotch deer-hound of pure breed, Sheila by name. Sheila
-had been given to my friend’s brother-in-law, an officer on duty in
-Arizona, at Yuma, by an Englishman who came there intending to hunt.
-Fancy hounds coursing over that cactus!</p>
-
-<p>“Our Thor was son to the traveled Sheila and Miss Cushman’s dog, who
-had traveled also, but in civilized places. We took him with us to
-Arizona, and there he died, of fever partly, partly of old age, for
-he was eleven, and hounds give out young. He was nearly human in
-intelligence—more than human in loyal attachment and undeviating
-memory. He and Pluto, a thorough-bred<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218"></a>[218]</span> coursing hound, were the two who
-were longest with and closest to the whole family.</p>
-
-<p>“Pluto was own cousin to Master Magrath, the famous hound. He was a
-gentler nature every way than Thor, who was grand, dignified, without
-attachments or associates except in his (our) own family; reserved, and
-withdrawing himself from all attentions—even those of our friends.
-Yet he had intense devotion to the General, to both my sons, and to
-my daughter, and was very fond of me too, but in an indulgent sort of
-way, because I belonged with the rest. He had sense and a faithful
-heart. The latter gave him great pain; for to a dog you cannot explain
-that a parting is not necessarily final; and it was saddening to see
-his distress when the General would go away in Arizona. And when
-after weeks or months he returned, there was always a general rush to
-move small tables, etc., out of range, for Thor would go wild over
-him, leaping up to lick his face, jumping wildly about him, putting
-his great paws on the General’s shoulders, and rubbing his grizzled
-muzzle against the General’s face, with cries almost human, and
-painful, hysterical joy. Everything had to give way to him. He had
-to be petted and quieted down like an excited baby; but even in his
-sleep, afterwards, he would cry out and quiver all over, and the waking
-would be a subdued repetition of the first joy. Thor’s name is never
-carelessly mentioned even now, six years after his death.”</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Frémont has also commemorated, in her “Story of the Guard,” a
-little terrier named Corporal, which belonged to the band of gallant
-young men known as General Frémont’s Body-Guard. He was not pure-bred,
-but that did not matter—sense and fidelity being happily independent
-of birth. He had joined the Guards while they were in camp at St.
-Louis, became a general<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219"></a>[219]</span> favorite, and when they made their splendid
-charge at Springfield, Mo., charged with them. The wild dash over, he
-remained on the field all night with a wounded soldier, sped away for
-help when morning dawned, coaxed and pulled until he persuaded a man to
-follow, and thus succeeded in saving his friend’s life. In memory of
-this brave deed the men bought him a collar, bright as red leather and
-silver could make it, with the inscription:</p>
-
-<p class=center><span class="smcap">Corporal,</span></p>
-<p class=center><span class="smcap">The Body-guard’s Dog.</span></p>
-<p class=center>Springfield, Oct., 1861.</p>
-
-<p>But although dogs are such good soldiers, they are no braver than
-horses; while Pussy, their hereditary rival, keeps fairly abreast with
-them in war as in peace. The Grenadiers’ Cat was contemporary with
-Bobby, a courageous sharer in several hard-fought battles, and one
-of the lamented slain at Balaklava. Another regimental cat was found
-by Colonel Stuart Wortley, after the storming of the Malakoff, with
-one foot pinned to the earth by a bayonet. He took her to a surgeon,
-who dressed the wounded paw; and after her recovery, adopting her
-preserver, she used to follow the colonel “all over the camp, with her
-tail carried stiff in the air.”</p>
-
-<p>Deer, and even lambs, have served in the army with credit, we are told.
-One military deer “liked biscuit. But he always knew if a biscuit had
-been breathed on, and if it had he would not touch it. He was very fond
-of music, and used to march in front of the band. Sometimes a person
-would come in between him and the band, and he would seem to be quite
-cross about it.”</p>
-
-<p>An unusual pet, which like the king never dies, is the goat of the
-Royal Welsh Fusileers. When one goat ceases to be, another<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220"></a>[220]</span> immediately
-succeeds him. The incumbent now, alas! deceased, and whose portrait
-is given here, was a fine white Billy from the royal herd at Windsor,
-presented to the regiment by the queen. Apropos of his decease, an
-officer wrote at some length in the London Graphic concerning these
-famous goats. He quoted from the Military Antiquities of Grose, showing
-them to be an ancient institution.</p>
-
-<p>“The Royal Regiment of Welsh Fusileers has the privileged honor of
-passing in review preceded by a goat with gilded horns and adorned with
-ringlets of flowers; and although this may not come immediately under
-the denomination of a reward of merit, yet the corps values itself much
-on the ancientness of the custom.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="220">
- <img src="images/220.jpg" alt="" width="197" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE DEER THAT MARCHED AHEAD.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“Every first of March, being the anniversary of their tutular saint,
-David, the officers give a splendid entertainment to their Welsh
-brethren; and after the cloth is taken away a bumper is filled round to
-H. R. H. the Prince of Wales, whose health is always drunk the first on
-that day; the band playing the old tune of ‘The Noble Race of Shenkin,’
-when a handsome drummer-boy, elegantly dressed, mounted on the goat,
-richly caparisoned for the occasion, is led thrice round the table in
-procession by the drum-major.</p>
-
-<p>“It happened in 1775, in Boston, that the animal gave such a spring
-from the floor that he dropped his rider upon the table, and then
-bounding over the heads of some officers, he ran to the barracks with
-all his trappings, to the no small joy of the garrison.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221"></a>[221]</span></p>
-
-<p>The officer goes on to say that “the same goat which threw the drummer
-accompanied the regiment into action at Bunker’s Hill, when the
-Welsh Fusileers had all their officers except one placed <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">hors de
-combat</i>. What became of the Bunker’s Hill goat, we do not know;
-nor can we say how many successors he had between the years 1775 and
-1844. In the latter year the regimental goat died, and to compensate
-the Twenty-third for its loss, Her Majesty presented the regiment with
-two of the finest goats belonging to a flock—the gift of the Shah of
-Persia—in Windsor Park. Since that date the queen has continued to
-supply the Royal Welsh Fusileers with goats as occasion has required.
-Billy—‘Her Majesty’s Goat,’ as he is styled—bears between his horns a
-handsome silver shield or frontlet, surrounded by the Prince of Wales’
-plumes and motto, with the inscription: ‘The gift of Her Majesty, Queen
-Victoria, to the Royal Welsh Fusileers. A. D., <abbr title="1846">MDCCCXLVI</abbr>. <i lang="cy" xml:lang="cy">Duw a
-Cadwo y Frenhines.</i>’</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="221">
- <img src="images/221.jpg" alt="" width="289" height="280">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE WELSH FUSILEERS’ GOAT.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“Billy always marches at the head of his battalion, alongside of the
-drum-major.”</p>
-
-<p>From this account, it would almost seem as though Billy had a share
-in placing all his officers but one <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">hors de combat</i> at Bunker’s
-Hill. If such was the case, then he undoubtedly contributed to the
-American victory on that occasion, and I do not see why a grateful
-nation should not place his portrait in the Old South. Billy as
-a corner-stone of American Independence—that is certainly a new
-side-light upon history!</p>
-
-<p>Of all creatures, the most unfit for war appear to be birds; yet<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222"></a>[222]</span> they,
-too, have had their share of military vicissitudes and military fame.
-Geese have shown a genuine vocation for soldiering, and often have been
-seen waddling over a battle field with derisive composure, as though
-it were no more than a quarrelsome barnyard. The Romans honored them
-hardly less than their national eagle, ever after the geese of the
-Capitol gave the alarm, and enabled them to drive back the Gauls. If
-Rome was saved, to the geese was the glory!</p>
-
-<p>A modern goose for twenty-three years accompanied an Uhlan regiment,
-and yet another, Jacob by name, joined the Coldstream Guards in Canada.
-He had been living in the usual barnyard retirement of fowls when one
-evening, as he was returning home from a little trip outside, a fox
-gave chase. All would soon have been over with Jacob had he not spied
-a sentry near by and taken refuge between his feet. The fox was shot,
-and henceforth, so long as a sentry was stationed at this place, the
-grateful bird would join him on his beat.</p>
-
-<p>Some two months later he repaid his preserver by saving the latter’s
-life, when he in turn was attacked. Flying at the enemy, and beating
-his wings in their faces, he so disconcerted them that his friend was
-enabled to kill part and beat off the rest.</p>
-
-<p>A gold collar, with suitable inscription, was his reward; and Jacob, in
-high favor with all, accompanied the battalion to England. In London he
-shared its barracks and had a sentry-go of his own, until one luckless
-day he was run over by a cart and killed.</p>
-
-<p>A great contrast to Jacob, morally, was the raven Ralph, which Thomas
-Campbell saw in garrison at Chatham. He was one of those clever,
-swaggering, disreputable, yet kind-hearted rascals who so often enlist;
-who are always in hot water, and who, nevertheless,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223"></a>[223]</span> make many friends.
-Ralph had a fluent tongue, and his “Attention, Corporal!” “Turn out,
-Guard!” and “Sentry go!” often cheated the listeners. His wings had
-been clipped, but in other respects he enjoyed all the freedom his own
-reckless habits permitted; and when in an excess of curiosity he fell
-over into a water-butt and was drowned, there was general lamentation,
-as though he had been a very upright bird instead of an extremely
-depraved one.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="223">
- <img src="images/223.jpg" alt="" width="225" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">OLD ABE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A pleasanter story is that of the little bantam cock which perched on
-the poop of Lord Rodney’s ship during a great battle with the French,
-flapping his wings and crowing shrill defiance. It is a pleasure to
-know that this tiny hero never figured on the dinner-table, but was
-carefully provided for so long as he lived, by the admiral’s special
-orders.</p>
-
-<p>There has been no more famous pet in our own military history than Old
-Abe, the eagle of the Eighth Wisconsin Regiment. From being at first
-the pet of a company, he rose to be the pet of a regiment, and finally
-of the nation, being supported at the public expense from the close of
-the war until his death. He has been photographed and painted; he has
-had his biography written; has been exhibited for the benefit of the
-Sanitary Commission, and was an honored guest in Philadelphia at the
-Centennial. More<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224"></a>[224]</span> lucky in one respect than human celebrities—he was
-never annoyed by requests for his autograph!</p>
-
-<p>It is tame to say that in war he stood fire like a veteran; in truth,
-he thrilled with a wild excitement in battle. Its smoke and roar and
-carnage were his proper element. Borne always next to the regimental
-colors, his perch was seamed with bullets; and why he was not, the
-enemy’s sharpshooters could never tell. Sometimes he would soar high
-above the fighting, and, poised in mid-air like one of Homer’s deities,
-survey the fearful scene. He shared all the battles of the regiment,
-and died full of years and honors.</p>
-
-<p>Always beautiful and picturesque in his best estate, the horse is never
-more so than in connection with war. Here, more than elsewhere, except
-on the race-course, he has fame and a career. His interests no longer
-conflict with those of his master; the honor of each reflects credit on
-the other. As under different circumstances he might be an excellent
-carriage-horse, so now he is an excellent soldier, and knows “the keen
-delight of battle with his peers.”</p>
-
-<p>Achilles had his Chestnut, his Dapple, and his Spry; Hector, too, had
-his favorites—Whitefoot and Firefly; but far more famous and certainly
-more authentic, is Bucephalus, the horse of Alexander. Plutarch relates
-the whole beautiful story: how Philip of Macedon paid a great sum for
-the horse, only to find it quite unmanageable. Just as he was ordering
-its removal, the young Alexander, who had been watching the futile
-efforts of the grooms, begged leave to try his hand. By a method
-similar to Rarey’s—by gentleness, confidence and a firm hand—he won
-Bucephalus. Henceforth, the two were fast friends and fellow-soldiers.
-They fought together in Asia, accompanied part of the time at least by<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225"></a>[225]</span>
-Peritas, a great Molossian hound. Once Bucephalus was captured by a
-party of barbarians, but they wisely surrendered him in time to avert
-the king’s vengeance.</p>
-
-<p>Wounded in the great battle with Porus, and worn out by age, this noble
-horse died in India on the banks of the Hydaspes. His monument was
-a city, built on the spot where he died, and named after him by his
-master. The pair are commemorated in various ancient works of art, of
-which the most notable is a great mosaic, now in Naples, representing
-the battle of Issus.</p>
-
-<p>Next to Bucephalus might be placed the black horse which Cæsar rode
-during his campaigns in Gaul. It had curiously divided hoofs, whence
-the augurs predicted good fortune to its rider; and, as though to
-preserve that fortune for one alone, it would let no one mount but
-Cæsar. Its after-fate is uncertain—except that the master of the world
-was not ungrateful, and placed the statue of his good servant before
-the temple of Venus in Rome. Possibly its history is summed up in the
-story Suetonius tells—that Cæsar ordered the horses which had served
-him in Gaul to be consecrated and maintained without labor the rest of
-their lives. Among them, it is more than likely, was the nameless steed
-of good augury.</p>
-
-<p>A thousand years later we find the famous Cid in Spain riding Bavieca
-to victory, and mindful of his horse’s welfare even in the hour of
-his own death. “When ye bury Bavieca, dig deep!” says Ruy Diaz, “for
-shameful thing were it that he should be eat by curs.”—“And this good
-horse lived two years and a half after the death of his master, and
-then he died also, having lived, according to the history, full forty
-years.”</p>
-
-<p>Yet another group of centuries, and what equine hero is this, standing
-firm as a rock, small, but deep-chested, in color a rich<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226"></a>[226]</span> chestnut,
-and gazing at us with large velvety eyes?—who but Copenhagen, the
-war-horse of Wellington!</p>
-
-<p>A grandson of the great racer, Eclipse, he had wonderful powers of
-endurance, and combined good temper with sagacity. The Duke rode
-him for eighteen consecutive hours at Waterloo; and then, says he,
-“thinking how bravely my old horse had carried me all day, I could
-not help going up to his head, to tell him so by a few caresses. But,
-hang me, if when I was giving him a slap of approbation on the hind
-quarters, he did not fling out one of his hind legs with as much vigor
-as if he had been in stable for a couple of days!”</p>
-
-<p>After the war was over he was taken to Strathfieldsaye, the Duke’s
-country-seat; and there, an object of general interest, spent the rest
-of his days in honorable leisure. It is true that this distinction had
-its drawbacks. Young ladies would entreat the “kind duke” or the “dear
-duchess” for a little of Copenhagen’s hair to set in a ring; until
-finally, his neck growing bare of mane, and his tail threatening to
-become a mere stump, his admirers were forced to content themselves
-with such stray hairs as might fall. A fine paddock was assigned him,
-with a summer house at one corner, opening into it by means of a
-wicket. Here he would come daily to receive bread and gentle petting
-from the duchess.</p>
-
-<p>With age his eyesight partially failed, and his teeth grew so poor
-that he could not eat oats unless they were broken up beforehand. He
-was twenty-seven years old when he died, in 1835. He was buried in
-his paddock, with military honors, and a small circular railing still
-marks the spot. Some person—unknown—stole one of his hoofs, which
-poor memorial is now preserved in the same museum as Bobby, together
-with the skeleton of Marengo, the horse of Wellington’s great rival,
-Napoleon.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227"></a>[227]</span></p>
-
-<p>Various horses have served with credit in America; but more renowned
-than any—glorious as Roland “who brought good news from Ghent”—is the
-one that bore Sheridan to Winchester, and enabled him to turn defeat
-into victory. He was coal-black save for a small white star in the
-forehead, beautifully formed, and full of fire. From 1862 until the end
-of the war, he was present in ninety battles, and several times, but
-not seriously wounded. The climax of his fame was that wild ride when—</p>
-
-<p>“With foam and with dust the black charger was gray.”</p>
-
-<p>It roused a storm of enthusiasm at the time; nor will a memory soon die
-which like this has received such splendid praise in art and song. So—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-  <div class="stanza">
-    <div class="verse indent0">“Hurrah, hurrah for horse and man!</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">And when their statues are placed on high,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Under the dome of the Union sky—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">The American soldiers’ temple of fame—</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">There, with the glorious general’s name,</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">Be it said in letters both bold and bright:</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">‘Here is the steed that saved the day</div>
-    <div class="verse indent0">By carrying Sheridan into the fight</div>
-    <div class="verse indent2">From Winchester—twenty miles away!’”</div>
-  </div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228"></a>[228]<br><a id="Page_229"></a>[229]</span></p>
-<p class="p140"><em>X.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>ANIMALS AT SCHOOL.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230"></a>[230]<br><a id="Page_231"></a>[231]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="X">X.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">ANIMALS AT SCHOOL.</p>
-
-
-<p>A good deal of time is devoted, especially of late years, to the
-education of animals and birds. The simplest form of training is that
-which adapts them to our service, and teaches them to recognize and
-obey the different words of command.</p>
-
-<p>Sir Miles Fleetwood would have been poorly off indeed if his horse had
-not understood the meaning of whoa! and had the discretion to obey it.
-A London magistrate under James <abbr title="1">I</abbr>., he was, according to Aubrey, “a
-severe hanger of highwaymen, and the fraternity were for revenge.” They
-caught him riding alone one night, set him on horseback beneath the
-gallows, with his hands tied behind him, fastened one end of a rope to
-the gallows’ arm, the other being noosed around his neck, then left him
-to his fate.</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“So he cried ‘Ho, Ball! Ho, Ball!’ and it pleased God that his horse
-stood still until somebody came along, which was a quarter of an hour
-or more. He ordered that this horse should be kept as long as he
-should live, which was so; he lived till 1646.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The history of animals abounds in examples of their intelligence and
-docility; and probably no one who has a favorite animal has failed to
-notice some such instance for himself.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232"></a>[232]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="232">
- <img src="images/232.jpg" alt="" width="199" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">LOVE LEADING THE ORCHESTRA.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>After painting by A. Gill.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The idea of teaching animals to perform tricks is certainly a very
-old one. The trained horses, dogs and elephants of our modern circus
-had their predecessors more than two thousand years ago, in Roman
-amphitheaters.</p>
-
-<p>We learn from historians that, when Tiberius was emperor, his kinsman
-Germanicus exhibited a play in which the actors were elephants. They
-were dressed in regular garments, danced, performed various tricks,
-and finally, at a given signal, seated themselves around a table on
-couches spread with velvet, and concluded the performance by eating
-and drinking with perfect propriety. A modern artist has amusingly
-represented this ancient bit of comedy.</p>
-
-<p>Plutarch mentions a trained dog which was exhibited before Vespasian,
-in the theater of Marcellus, and which won great applause from that
-jolly emperor.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="232a">
- <img src="images/232a.jpg" alt="" width="272" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE ELEPHANTS OF GERMANICUS.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Coming down to the middle of the seventeenth century, we have a print
-of “The Cat Showman” surrounded by a cat orchestra in a state of
-high performance; we have also<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233"></a>[233]</span> the famous “chestain-coloured naig,”
-Morocco, which was exhibited in Scotland; and which “being trained up
-in dancing, and other conceits of that kind, did afford much sport and
-contentment to the people, but not without gain, for none was admitted
-to see the dancing without two pence the piece, and some more.” His
-master Banks, to borrow Anderson’s entertaining account, would ask—</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“from twenty or thirty of the spectators a piece of gold or silver,
-put all in a purse, and shuffle them together; thereafter he would bid
-the horse give every gentleman his own piece of money again. He would
-cause him to tell by so many pats with his foot, how many shillings
-the piece of money was worth. He would say to him: ‘I will sell you to
-a carter’; then he would seem to die. Then he would say, ‘Morocco, a
-gentleman has borrowed you, and you must ride with a lady of court.’
-Then would he most daintily hackney, amble, and ride a pace, and
-trot.... By a sign given him, he would back for the King of Scots, and
-for Queen Elizabeth, and when ye spoke of the King of Spain, would
-both bite and strike at you—and many other wonderful things. I was a
-spectator myself in those days.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figright" id="233">
- <img src="images/233.jpg" alt="" width="199" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE CAT SHOWMAN.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>Fac-simile of a print of the<br> seventeenth century.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The mule Marco, whose tricksy, sagacious countenance confronts us in
-the photograph along with that of his master, Pinta, was the delight
-of little Florentines and Romans, not to mention their elders. His
-tricks were the ordinary ones, but whatever he did<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234"></a>[234]</span> was rendered
-original by the indescribable air of humorous intention with which it
-was performed. He had always the air of voluntarily combining with his
-friend Pinta to play a practical joke upon the spectators; and it was
-impossible not to enjoy the situation, when after some particularly
-knowing performance, Marco would slightly turn his head over his
-shoulder, and glance at the audience out of the tail of his eye, as if
-to say: “You are great fools to be taken in with so little; I could do
-bigger things if I cared to try.”</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="234">
- <img src="images/234.jpg" alt="" width="271" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PINTA AND HIS MULE MARCO.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The poor shoemaker, Bisset, a contemporary of Sir Walter Scott,
-succeeded after a year and a half of patient effort, in teaching his
-pig to perform a number of tricks. Not only would it answer to his
-name, obey signals, kneel down, stand erect on its hind legs, and bow,
-but it would pick out certain letters with its foot, and form them
-into words. Still “curiouser and curiouser,” to quote Miss Alice, it
-would add up a column of figures, and put the correct sum total below.
-So wonderful were its feats, that both master and pig came near being
-killed by an excited audience, as the possessors of unholy wisdom.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_235"></a>[235]</span></p>
-
-<p>The education of dogs is in itself a profession, and has opened
-multifarious employments to those intelligent creatures. The collie
-will convoy a flock of sheep to pasture, guard them all day, drive them
-into shelter if storms arise, and guide them home to the fold at night.
-The dogs of the St. Bernard hospice have been devoted for centuries to
-the task of saving life amid Alpine wastes; and they perform this duty
-with a patience, zeal and sagacity that no human being could surpass.
-Old Barry saved forty-two persons—a record unequaled in any records.</p>
-
-<p>There are firemen’s dogs, who in most cases volunteer for the service,
-apparently from pure adventurousness, but have often saved life and
-property in the way of their profession. Not least among deeds of
-daring was that splendid rush of “Bob, the London Fireman’s Dog” into a
-blazing building, whence he brought out alive a poor cat!</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="235">
- <img src="images/235.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="342">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">HELP, THE RAILWAY DOG OF ENGLAND.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Help, a collie, has been trained to collect money; is an accredited
-agent, in fact, for the “Society of Railway Servants.” “I am Help,”
-says the inscription on his collar, “the railway dog of England, and
-traveling agent for the orphans of railway men who are killed on duty.
-My office is at 306, City Road, London, where subscriptions will be
-thankfully received.” In three years this dog collected five hundred
-pounds. One can hardly resist the mute,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236"></a>[236]</span> dignified appeal with which
-this noble collie approaches you, looks up gravely into your face,
-then after waiting long enough for you to inspect his credentials, and
-contribute if you like, passes on to another.</p>
-
-<p>Some dogs, like that of Allan Pinkerton, show an aptitude for
-detective business, and become valuable auxiliaries; others, in the
-service of dishonest owners, become smugglers. Immense ingenuity has
-been expended in training them for the latter business, with results
-highly satisfactory to their owners, “Le Diable”—so named by French
-custom-officers, from his cleverness and daring—in this way made his
-master a rich man, and—guiltless outlaw that he was—was killed at
-last while smuggling a packet of costly lace.</p>
-
-<p>A more honorable outlet for canine activity has been found in
-the Prussian army, where a “Watch-Dog Battalion” is formed. Its
-members—usually collies—are trained to carry dispatches, hunt up
-stragglers on a march, look for the wounded, and do outpost duty; all
-of which they do so well that no soldier could possibly do better.</p>
-
-<p>But it has been reserved for the present decade, and for Sir John
-Lubbock, to train a dog to converse. He says that he was struck first
-by the applicability to animals of the deaf-mute system (as used by
-Dr. Howe with Laura Bridgman), and began to test it on his black
-poodle Van. After preparing a number of cards, printed in large clear
-letters, with such words as “water,” “tea,” “bone,” “food,” “out,”
-etc., he by degrees associated them in the dog’s mind with the objects
-they represented, and in a few weeks succeeded in teaching Van their
-meaning. When the little fellow wished to go out, he would bring the
-card with that word, if food, then that card, and so on; selecting the
-desired card from a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237"></a>[237]</span> number of others with evident discrimination, and
-greatly pleased with his own success.</p>
-
-<p>Lately too, Prof. Bonnetty and his troupe of feline actors have come
-to the fore in Paris, where they have aroused immense enthusiasm. The
-professor takes his cats at random from gutters, streets or roofs, as
-chance may have it, and for about three months leaves them at perfect
-liberty in a large room, quietly observing their dispositions and
-manners. At the end of this time he begins to train them—in no case
-compelling them by fear. Their education usually requires a year and a
-half.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="237">
- <img src="images/237.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="210">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PROF. BONNETTY’S TROUPE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Master and pupils are on the best possible terms with each other. Their
-“hours in school” are short, their quarters exquisitely tidy, and their
-food—of milk, bread and liver—invariably the best and freshest of its
-kind.</p>
-
-<p>They are really cats of high culture; the best proof whereof is
-the simplicity and ease with which they do difficult things. No
-circus-rider ever jumped through hoops, walked ropes, climbed poles or
-waltzed over chairs, with greater agility. They sheathe<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238"></a>[238]</span> their claws
-to live and play in amity with birds and mice. They are “cats with
-a conscience,” as the professor says, and their helpless, confiding
-little associates have no more fear of them than of one another.</p>
-
-<p>Juno, Sjenni, Maor, Tommek, Blanc, Cæsar, Brutus, Paris, Bruxelles,
-Henderik, Swart and Gora were the members of the troupe some years
-past—together with Boulanger, a tiger-marked kitten who displayed
-“little fear and a great thirst for fame,” and Tyber, the star-actor.
-The latter was a wonderful performer, evincing a fine intellect, and,
-says De Biez, would certainly have been a god in Egypt!</p>
-
-<p>A parallel may be found for these clever French felines in the Brighton
-cats of England. They are more discriminatingly chosen than Prof.
-Bonnetty’s actors; but their performances, although different in some
-respects, are no more wonderful. One of them, a white Angora, rides a
-bicycle with much grace. When fairly started she becomes enthusiastic,
-and urges her two-wheeler rapidly along, with an evident enjoyment
-that the by-standers find contagious. The tabbies do housework to
-perfection, scrub little handkerchiefs or towels in a tub, hang up the
-washing, preside over the roast beef of Old England, or the tea things,
-skate on rollers, and all with such blithe content and spirit, that
-they seem like little witches masquerading in fur.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_239"></a>[239]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="239">
- <img src="images/239.jpg" alt="" width="374" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">FIVE O’CLOCK TEA.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">A FAVORITE DIVERSION.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">“A SPIN.”</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>The Brighton Cats.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>One of the most notable efforts at educating Pussy has been
-made recently by a Russian, Prince Krapotkine. This gentleman’s
-revolutionary sentiments landed him one day in a prison, where he had
-plenty of leisure to educate anything he could find. The anything in
-this case proved to be the prison cat. His fellow-prisoner, M. Emile
-Gautier, being already educated, was a disinterested observer of the
-experiment. He reports among other<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_240"></a>[240]<br><a id="Page_241"></a>[241]</span> things, that Pussy became very
-expert at the game of hide-and-seek. He adds:</p>
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p>“I ought to tell you, besides, that Nature has ornamented my head with
-a luxurious mass of hair. Krapotkine, on the other hand, is extremely
-bald.... It has often happened when playing with her, that she softly
-passed her paw over our respective heads, as if to ascertain that
-her eyes did not deceive her. This inspection concluded, and the
-visual notions confirmed by touch, her physiognomy took the air of
-comic surprise. The variety of sensations perplexed her. Nearly every
-evening the scene was gone through, to our great edification, as you
-may imagine.”</p>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figright" id="241">
- <img src="images/241.jpg" alt="" width="385" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">A CAT WITH A CONSCIENCE.</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>One of Prof. Bonnetty’s Troupe.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The birds which act with these different troupes have been
-comparatively unimportant, except in connection with their feline
-companions. Nevertheless, birds, too, can be trained, and are. There is
-a charming pathetic story of a little Sardinian, Francesco Micheli, who
-turned his liking for birds to account in earning money for his family.
-He trained sparrows, thrushes, linnets, canaries—whatever feathered
-creature came within his reach. Some he taught to pipe simple tunes,
-others to play hide-and-seek with his white Angora cat; a nest of young
-partridges, under his teaching, embraced the military profession,
-learned to drill, hold little swords, fire off little cannon, pretend
-to be killed, and then come to life again. One of these intelligent
-partridges, Rosolotta, grieved with a human grief when her dear master
-died, and is said—like “Greyfriars’ Bobby”—to have watched over his
-grave so long as she lived.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_242"></a>[242]</span></p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="242">
- <img src="images/242.jpg" alt="" width="228" height="400">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">“TELL ME THY SECRET, BEPPO.”</span></p>
-<p class="caption center">(<em>The Roman Bird Girl.</em> )</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>I was reminded of this little Sardinian and his pets by a scene I
-witnessed one morning in Rome. A crowd of people had gathered near
-the broad base of the Antonine column, watching the performance of
-four pigeons and three canaries. The little maid with the pigeons was
-charming—and so were they—as she bid them tell her their secrets, and
-in response they fluttered up her shoulders, and cooed into her ear.
-But the true interest of the entertainment—its dramatic part—began
-with the canaries. The little actors were sitting in a row on top of
-their cage, demurely waiting for orders. Their mistress talked to them
-meanwhile, now praising their talents, now admiring their beauty, they
-following each motion of her lips with keen, inquisitive glances.</p>
-
-<p>“Thou, Beppo, art a bird of great character, <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">un gran carattere</i>!
-Really, thou art wonderful! Zirlo, my fine fellow” (to the second),
-“what a bird art thou! Who like thee can climb the <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">scaletta</i>
-(little ladder)! No one, in truth, and they are base <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">ladroni</i><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_243"></a>[243]</span>
-that deny thy merits; eh Pippa?” (to the third). “Dost thou hear?
-<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Bellissima!</i> One, two, three, come then, my Pippa, kiss me.” She
-extended a finger. Pippa transferred herself to it from the perch, and
-climbing the arm to her face, gave a fluttering little salute first to
-one cheek, then to the other. After which, hopping back to the finger,
-she made a droll little bow, and returned to the perch.</p>
-
-<p>Then it was Zirlo’s turn; and this enterprising bird not only climbed
-the <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">scaletta</i>, but finding a gun at the top, shouldered it,
-pulled the trigger with an infinitesimal claw, and—bang!—who should
-tumble from his perch but poor Beppo, and lie perfectly rigid on the
-ground. Zirlo’s fit of anger was quenched at this piteous sight;
-carefully he examined the stiff figure and at last, picking up an
-inch-square pocket-handkerchief with one foot, applied it to his eyes,
-and wept bitterly. Then up jumped Beppo, who had only been feigning,
-and the two touched bills in token of reconciliation, and waltzed—wing
-in wing—fraternally off the stage.</p>
-
-<p>It was a pretty scene—the sunshine, the people, the tiny performers
-below, and the mighty column towering high above them—the grandeur of
-old Rome looking down upon the present thus lightly amusing itself.</p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_244"></a>[244]<br><a id="Page_245"></a>[245]</span></p>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>XI.</em> </p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="p140"><em>A MENAGERIE IN STONE.</em> </p>
-<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
-
-<div class="chapter">
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_246"></a>[246]<br><a id="Page_247"></a>[247]</span></p>
-
-<h2 class="nobreak" id="XI">XI.</h2>
-</div>
-
-<p class="center">A MENAGERIE IN STONE.</p>
-
-
-<p>In Rome there is always something to stir the fancy and quicken the
-pulse—always something to recall to the Present the magnificent Past.
-Now it is a column or statue, now a ruined palace, and now the vast
-fabric of an amphitheater. But the ruins are weighted with such tragic
-memories of by-gone Cæsars—their wars, their triumphs, their funeral
-pomp—as to be almost oppressively solemn. Let us then leave them
-for once, and go where the Past will suggest itself in some simpler,
-happier fashion—let us visit a Roman “Zoo.”</p>
-
-<p>No day could be better for the purpose than this sunny one; for the Zoo
-has its home in the Vatican, and we need all the sunshine we can get to
-counteract its chill. Besides, no matter with how definite a purpose we
-set out, once within that marble world we are sure to linger—so many
-are the objects that claim the eye. It is only after a lingering stroll
-that we at last reach the <i lang="it" xml:lang="it">Sala degli Animali</i>, or Hall of the
-Animals.</p>
-
-<p>An odd world it is, suggesting the pictures of Paradise before the
-dispersion of species; a world that includes creatures wild and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_248"></a>[248]</span>
-tame, familiar and suppositious—birds, harpies, dragons, reptiles,
-quadrupeds, Minotaur, insects and fish. Three patrons of the chase
-preside, Diana and Hercules at one end of the hall, the imperial hunter
-Commodus at the other.</p>
-
-<div class="figleft" id="248">
- <img src="images/248.jpg" alt="" width="327" height="350">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SCULPTURE OF GREYHOUNDS IN THE VATICAN.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The longer we gaze the stronger grows our feeling that it is in truth
-a menagerie, surviving somehow from early days. Only, how very silent!
-The last party of tourists has passed on, we are quite alone, save for
-these many shapes all around us—and it is hardly in nature that no
-faintest sound or movement should be heard. Those graceful greyhound
-puppies play with each other in perfect silence; not a footfall nor
-crackling twig betrays the flight of yonder deer.</p>
-
-<p>And so, gradually, it dawns on us that although this is life, it is
-life long turned to stone. Some Arabian Nights’ enchantment has been
-at work, arresting these varied forms in their prime of activity; and,
-doubtless, on some future day, at the true wizard’s touch, they will
-turn back again from marble into breathing flesh. But that will not
-happen to-day, nor yet to-morrow, so we may as well take advantage of
-the stillness to see what the menagerie contains.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_249"></a>[249]</span></p>
-<div class="figleft" id="249">
- <img src="images/249.jpg" alt="" width="259" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">SCULPTURE OF THIEVING MONKEY<br> IN THE VATICAN.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A dun cow, not far from Diana, stands snuffing the fresh air with
-upraised head; and a horse which once was roan—at least the marble
-still bears traces of reddish paint—looks inquiringly toward her.
-Near these peacefully-inclined animals crouches a lion, in readiness
-to leap upon his prey. In the next group the victim is secured; it
-represents a horse pulled down by a lion. Note the relentless grasp of
-the one, the helpless agony of the other. Wonderful as a work of art,
-it is nevertheless too painful to linger before; we are glad to turn
-away. Similar in character are two groups of deer seized by hounds, and
-another of a panther devouring its prey.</p>
-
-<p>Here is a wild boar, here the ugly phiz of a camel; here an alligator,
-to whose neutral character an existence in marble seems peculiarly well
-adapted; and here, at a respectful distance from his jaws, are a cock,
-a goose, a pelican, several peacocks and an eagle. The dignity of the
-latter is worth noting—its calm, imperial reserve, so indicative of
-the Rome whose emblem it was.</p>
-
-<p>Of the monkey hard by it can only be said that he is as perfect as
-monkeyish a monkey as ever breathed. He has been stealing fruit,
-probably from some old Roman garden, and has made off to this corner to
-eat it on the sly, glancing over his<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_250"></a>[250]</span> shoulder every now and then to
-make sure that no one will interrupt.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="250">
- <img src="images/250.jpg" alt="" width="236" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">STAG IN ALABASTER IN THE VATICAN.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>A goat, a rhinoceros and a hyena come next, and then we approach a
-most remarkable bust of the Minotaur, that bull-headed, human-bodied
-terror which demanded a yearly tribute of youths and maidens, and was
-finally slain by Theseus, to the great relief of the Athenian world.
-What brutal, pitiless life, what fierce joy in the anticipated victims,
-looks out from his eyes and dilates his nostrils! It is a relief to
-turn away from the brute and examine instead his near neighbors, a crab
-and a green-gray dolphin rising from waves of white marble.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_251"></a>[251]</span></p>
-
-<p>The queer object just beyond is an armadillo with stone scales scarcely
-harder than real ones; while every one will recognize at first glance
-the jolly little rabbit beside him, and the two hares nibbling at a
-bunch of grapes. The next animal is a historic one—the famous white
-sow of Alba. She reclines among part, not all of her thirty pigs, for
-the artist seems to have given out in exhaustion after carving the
-first dozen.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="251">
- <img src="images/251.jpg" alt="" width="558" height="500">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PLINY’S DOVES: A MOSAIC IN THE CAPITOL AT ROME.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>In the neighborhood of Commodus are several panthers and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_252"></a>[252]<br><a id="Page_253"></a>[253]</span> lions; a
-leopard, whose black spots have been inserted, like mosaic; a stag,
-whose dappled skin is represented by the natural venation of the
-alabaster from which it is carved; an eagle with her young; a craw-fish
-and a porphyry frog.</p>
-
-<div class="figright" id="253">
- <img src="images/253.jpg" alt="" width="250" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">PATRICIAN OR PLEBEIAN?</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>There are also a number of dogs, in every way admirable, and probably
-the exact portraits of some fair Roman lady’s pets. Nothing could be
-more natural or charming than the two greyhound puppies frolicking with
-each other; nothing more graceful or aristocratic than the full-grown
-greyhound which sits upon its haunches, and offers a paw. They are
-patrician to their very toes and tail-tips, just as the honest mastiff
-hard by, growlingly protecting her puppies, is plebeian.</p>
-
-<p>The shaggy dog who looks up at you in friendly fashion, and whose
-portrait appears above, is also decidedly a patrician, if the
-conjecture is right that he represents the famous Molossian breed.</p>
-
-<p>Such, in barest outline, is the Vatican menagerie—the work of the
-Baryes, Bonheurs and Landseers of days past. It has overflowed its
-bounds to some extent, and a number of fine specimens must be sought
-in other collections. In the Capitol, for instance,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_254"></a>[254]</span> are “Pliny’s
-Doves,” whose gurgling coo we quite expect to hear, until closer
-inspection proves them—a mosaic! They are called the doves of Pliny,
-not because they belonged to that delightful letter-writer, but because
-he described them in terms so accurate that we cannot help knowing the
-mosaic of the Capitol is the same he looked at almost nineteen hundred
-years ago. “There is a dove,” he says, “which is greatly admired, in
-the act of drinking, and throwing the shadow of his head upon the
-water, while other doves are present, sunning and pluming themselves on
-the margin of a drinking-bowl.”</p>
-
-<p>Pliny was an excellent judge of art matters, and certainly these doves
-are no less admired to-day than in his time.</p>
-
-<p>But more famous than any bird or beast in Italy, is the bronze wolf
-of the Capitol. Its age is great, as the Etruscan workmanship alone
-would prove; and many believe it to be the identical statue struck by
-lightning during the consulship of Cæsar and Bibulus. In confirmation,
-they point to the jagged rent in one of its hind legs, which may have
-been caused by such an accident. This, if true, would make it the most
-notable sculpture in existence. However, whether Cæsar saw it or not,
-it is still venerable enough to command attention, and few tourists
-fail to pay it their respects.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" id="254">
- <img src="images/254.jpg" alt="" width="360" height="300">
-<p class="caption center"><span class="allsmcap">THE CHIMERA; ETRUSCAN SCULPTURE IN THE BARGELLO<br> AT
-FLORENCE.</span></p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The nurse of Romulus and Remus is also commemorated by a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_255"></a>[255]</span> living wolf
-which resides in the triangular patch of garden between the steps to
-the Capitol, and those which lead up to Ara Cœli. The present incumbent
-is a sleek gray fellow from Monte Maietta in the Abruzzi. A live eagle
-separated by a netting bears him company, but these caged emblems are
-but shabby reminders of the glory of old Rome.</p>
-
-<p>Ancient as the brazen she-wolf, and like it of Etruscan make, is
-the Chimera of the Bargello at Florence. It is a comically terrific
-creature, whose three heads are all busily engaged—one biting its
-neighbor head, and the third roaring at the injury. In the Bargello
-also is a superb turkey-gobbler of bronze, credited to Gian da Bologna,
-and some capital turtles in marble. Admirable as they are, however,
-they are forgotten when, on entering a small room in the Uffizi, the
-famous Florentine boar and Molossian hound meet our gaze. Every line
-of their softly yellowed marble reveals the patient, loving touch
-of sculptors whose work alone survives—whose names and stories are
-unknown. They aimed at perfection, and were doubtless content to be
-forgotten, if only their works might live.</p>
-
-<p>They, indeed, are the sole, the true enchanters, whose touch petrified
-for posterity this menagerie in stone.</p>
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