A DOG-STORY.
[To THE ED/TOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] SIR,—May I give another instance of a dog's fidelity to a dead master ? The curate of a parish adjoining mine in the Vale of Evesham, having died in the hamlet in which he served, was buried in the parish churchyard, some two miles distant. His dog had been shut up till after the funeral, and, when let loose, was supposed to be lost. It was found, after some days, lying on its master's grave. He came from Newfoundland, and I rather think had brought the dog from thence. When I was dining with another incumbent near Evesham, his dog walked in. It had been given to a gentleman who lived near Birming- ham, and sent thither by train, but found its way back, more than thirty miles. The same thing happened, not long ago, near this, and the dog, which came from Londonderry, must have made its way all round Lough Swilly, a distance of many miles. It had been sent by railway and steamboat.—I am,
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