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to prefèrve the memory of a Dog, who poured out his life with his grief upon the ashes of the man whofe hand had nourished him? A few days before the 9th Thermidor, a revolutionary tribunal, in one of the departments of the North of France, condemned to death M. de R****, an ancient magistrate, and a most estimable man, guilty, at fifty leagues from Paris, of a confpiricy, which had not existed at St. Lazare. M. de R. had a water spaniel, of ten or twelve years old, of the fmall breed, which had been brought up by him, and had never quitted him. De R**** in prison saw his family difperfed by a fyftem of terror ;fome had taken flight; others, themselves ar rested, were carried into distant gaols; his domeftics were difmiffed; his house was buried in the folitude of the feals; his friends either abandoned him, or concealed themselves; every thing in the world was filent to him except his dog. This faithful animal had been refufed admittance into the prifon. He had returned to his mafter's house and found it fhut.

*The day on which Robespierre was overthrown.

He took refuge with a neighbour, who received him; but, that pofterity may judge foundly of the times in which we have existed, it must be added, that this man received him trembling, in fecret, and dreading left his humunity for an animal fhould conduct him to the scaffold. Every day, at the fame hour, the dog left the house, and went to the door of the prifon. He was refufed admittance, but he conftantly paffed an hour before it, and then returned. His fidelity at length won upon the porter, and he was one day allowed to enter. The dog faw his mafter. It was difficult to feparate them; but the gaoler carried him away, and the dog returned to his retreat. He came back the next morning, and every day; and once each day he was admitted. He licked the hand of his friend, looked at him, licked his hand again, and went away of himfelf.

When the day of sentence arrived, notwithstanding the crowd, notwithstanding the guard, he penetrated into the hall, and crouched himfelf between the legs of the unhappy man, whom he was about to lofe for ever, The

judges condemned the man; and, may my tears be pardoned for the expreffion which efcapes from them, they condemned him in the prefence of his dog. They re-conducted him to the prifon, and the dog, for that time, did not quit the door. The fatal hour arrives; the prifon opens; the unfortunate man paffes out; it is the dog that receives him at the threshold. He clings upon his hand. Alas! that hand will never more be fpread upon thy carreffing head! He follows him. The axe falls; the mafter dies; but the tenderness of the dog cannot ceafe. The body is carried away, he walks at its fide; the earth receives it, he lays himself upon the grave.

There he paffed the first night, the next day, the fecond night. The neighbour, in the meantime, unhappy at not feeing him, risks himself, fearching for the dog; gueffes by the extent of his fidelity the asylum he has chofen; finds him, carreffes him, brings him back, and makes him eat. An hour afterwards, the dog efcaped, and regained his favourite place. Three months paffed away, each morning of which he came to feek his food,

and then returned to the ashes of his mafter; but each day he was more fad, more meagre, more languifhing, and it was plain that he was gradually reaching his end. They endeavoured by chaining him up, to wean him; but you cannot triumph over nature! he broke, or bit through his bonds; efcaped; returned to the grave, and never quitted it more. It was in vain that they endeavoured to bring him back. They carried him food, but he ate no longer. For four and twenty hours he was feen employing his weakened limbs in digging up the earth that feparated him from the remains of the man he fo much loved. Paffion gave him ftrength, and he gradually approached the body; his labours of affection then vehemently increafed; his efforts became convulfive; he fhrieked in his ftruggles; his faithful heart gave way, and he breathed out his last gafp, as if he knew that he had found his mafter!

A SPARTAN BON MOT.

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plishments, and become very vain of poffeffing them. A stranger came to Lacedæmon to fee the city, who had acquired the habit of standing a long time on one leg. Exhibiting this trick to a Spartan, he told him, vauntingly"You could not preferve that posture fo long." "I know that," replied the Lacedæmonian, "but a goofe can.”

ANCIENT AND MODERN CHARACTER

OF THE

INHABITANTS OF NORTH WALES.

ON confidering the character of the North Wallians, we find that little variation has taken place in it, during the lapfe of eighteen centuries; and if we allow for that polish, which the progrefs of fociety naturally produ ces on individuals, we fhall fee the prefent inhabitants of Merioneth and Caernarvon fhire, as well pourtrayed by Diodorus, Cæfar, Strabo, and Livy, as if they had taken the likeness in thefe days. The modern, like the ancient

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