A DOG STORY.
[To TRH EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."'
SIR,—I have just read the following story, which I am assured is absolutely true :---
"During one of the latest birthday celebrations of the poet Whittier he was visited by a celebrated singer. The lady was asked to sing, and seating herself at the piano she began the beautiful ballad of 'Robin Adair.' She had hardly begun before Mr. Whittier's pet. dog came into the room and, seating himself by her aide, watched her, as though fascinated, listening with delight unusual in an animal. When she had finished he came and put his paw very gently into her hand and licked her cheek. Robin takes that as a tribute to himself,' said Mr. Whittier. 'He also is Robin Adair.' The dog, hearing his own name, evidently considered that he was the hero of the song. From that moment, during the lady's visit, he was her devoted attendant. He kept by her side while she was indoors, and when she went away he carried her satchel in his mouth to the gate and watched her departure with every evidence of distress."
26 Park Road, Toronto, December 18th, 1912.
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