Part 8 (2/2)
Its bark was so loud that it could be distinguished at the distance of a mile. Its bark once led to its recovery, when stolen by some carters. ”Ba.s.s,” as the dog was named, had been missing for some time, when it was brought back to Grange House by a letter-carrier, who said that in going along a certain street, he heard a barking inside a yard, and at once recognized the voice of Ba.s.s. ”He knocked at the gate,” writes Sir Thomas, ”and immediately said to the owner of the premises,--
”'You have got Sir Thomas Lander's big dog.'
”The man denied it.
”'But I know you have,' continued the letter-carrier. 'I am certain that I heard the bark of Sir Thomas's big dog; for there is no other dog in or about all Edinburgh that has such a bark.'
”The man then admitted that he had a large dog, which he had bought for a trifle from a couple of coal carters; and at last, with great reluctance, he gave up the dog to the letter-carrier, who brought him home here.”
Sir Thomas, after describing many of Ba.s.s's characteristics, then proceeds:--
”He took a particular fancy for one of the postmen who delivers letters here, though he was not the man whom I have already had occasion to mention. It was the duty of this postman I now allude to, besides delivering letters, to carry a letter-bag from one receiving house to another, and this big bag he used to give Ba.s.s to carry. Ba.s.s always followed that man through all the villas in the neighborhood where he had deliveries to make, and he invariably parted with him opposite to the gate of the Convent of St. Margaret's, and returned home.
”When our gate was shut, to prevent his following the postman, the dog always leaped a high wall to get after him. One day, when the postman was ill, or detained by some accidental circ.u.mstance, he sent a man in his place. Ba.s.s went up to the man, curiously scanning his face, whilst the man retired from the dog, by no means liking his appearance, and very anxious to decline all acquaintance with him. But as the man left the place, Ba.s.s followed him, showing strong symptoms that he was determined to have the post-bag. The man did all he could to keep the possession of it. But at length Ba.s.s, seeing that he had no chance of getting possession of the bag by civil entreaty, raised himself on his hind legs, and putting a great fore paw on each of the man's shoulders, he laid him flat on his back in the road, and quietly picking up the bag, he proceeded peaceably on his wonted way. The man, much dismayed, arose and followed the dog, making, every now and then, an ineffectual attempt to coax him to give it up.
”At the first house he came to he told his fears and the dilemma he was in; but the people comforted him by telling him that the dog always carried the bag. Ba.s.s walked with the man to all the houses at which he delivered letters, and along the road till he came to the gate of St. Margaret's, where he dropped the bag; and making his bow to the man, he returned home.”
THE FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS.
O wise little birds! how do you know The way to go Southward and northward, to and fro?
Far up in the ether piped they: ”We but obey One who calleth us far away.
”He calleth and calleth year by year Now there, now here; Ever He maketh the way appear.”
Dear little birds, He calleth me Who calleth ye: Would that I might as trusting be!
[Ill.u.s.tration: FEEDING THE BIRDS.]
FOR THE CHILDREN.
Come stand by my knee, little children, Too weary for laughter or song; The sports of the daylight are over, And evening is creeping along; The snow-fields are white in the moonlight, The winds of the winter are chill, But under the sheltering roof-tree The fire s.h.i.+neth ruddy and still.
You sit by the fire, little children, Your cheeks are ruddy and warm; But out in the cold of the winter Is many a s.h.i.+vering form.
There are mothers that wander for shelter, And babes that are pining for bread; Oh, thank the dear Lord, little children, From whose tender hand you are fed.
Come look in my eyes, little children, And tell me, through all the long day, Have you thought of the Father above us, Who guarded from evil our way?
He heareth the cry of the sparrow, And careth for great and for small; In life and in death, little children, His love is the truest of all.
Now come to your rest, little children, And over your innocent sleep, Unseen by your vision, the angels Their watch through the darkness shall keep; Then pray that the Shepherd who guideth The lambs that He loveth so well May lead you, in life's rosy morning, Beside the still waters to dwell.
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