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there wanting many wonderful and admirable instances of them displaying, in behalf of those to whom they had become attached, a sagaciousness superior, and, in emergencies of necessity and danger, expediency and resources greater than his, the human lord, who in virtue of his "human face divine," and that "admirable discourse of reason that looks before and after " is reverenced as the "Paragon of animals." They who are conversant with the history of dogs, are aware of their surprising educability; which seems, indeed, as capable in them, as in rational children. though they be incapable of speech, they have been taught, and in many instances without instructions, have proved themselves competent to express their instinctive wants and impressions by signs and manner the most significant and intelligible. with how great success their natural capabilities may be applied to the complicated and various offices of usefulness and benevolence, the mastiffs of the Great St. Bernard (represented in the plate, and trained by the monks that inhabit among the Alps) afford the noblest instances: many of them having enriched the relations of the traveler with incidents of thrilling interest and wonder; and furnished traits replete with noble and various character, for those whose untraveled fancy weaves strange tales at home.

Recall the traveler, whose altered form

Has borne the buffet of the mountain storm;
And who will first his fond impatience meet?
His faithful dog's already at his feet!

Yes, tho' the porter spurn him from the door,

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Tho' all that knew him, know his face no more,
His faithful dog shall tell his joy to each

With that mute eloquence that passeth speech-
And see, the master but returns to die!
Yet who shall bid the watchful servant fly?
The blasts of heaven, the drenching dew of earth,
The wanton insults of unfeeling mirth,

These, when to guard misfortune's sacred grave
Will firm fidelity exult to brave.

Led by what chart, transports the timid dove
The wreaths of conquest, or the vows of love?
Say thro' the clouds what compass points her flight?
Monarchs have gazed-and nations bless'd the sight.
Pile rocks on rock-bid woods and mountains rise,
Eclipse her native shades-her native skies:
'Tis vain: thro' Ether's pathless wilds she goes,
And 'lights at last where all her cares repose.

Hark! the bee winds her small but mellow horn,
Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn.
O'er thymy downs she bends her busy course,
And many a stream allures her to its source.
'Tis noon: 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought
Beneath the search of sense, the reach of thought,
Now vainly asks the scenes it left behind;
Its orb so full-its vision so confined!

What guides the patient pilgrim to her cell?
What bids her soul with conscious triumph swell?
With conscious truth, retrace the mazy clue
Of summer scents, that charmed her as she flew ?
Hail, Instinct, hail! thy universal reign

Guards the least link of being's glorious chain.

THE COMMUNION SABBATH.

FOUNDED ON FACT.

BY L.

In the summer of 18—, I was traveling in western New York. Among the many strangers, with whom I naturally came in contact, was a clergyman, who journeyed on the same route that I was pursuing for several days. Being of similar tastes and opinions in religion and literature, we soon became well acquainted with each other, and beguiled the long hours with conversation on almost every topic, and especially with the relation of portions of our respective early histories. I received from him a cordial invitation to go with him to his home, and spend some days in traversing the surrounding country, which was celebrated for its beauty; but the calls of business were too pressing to admit of such a delay. On our arrival at the place where we expected to separate, however, I consented to take a private vehicle, instead of the customary coach, and proceed on my journey by the way of G, the place of his residence, which would afford me an opportunity of beholding some lovely scenery, and of enjoying his company for a brief space longer.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon when we entered upon the last stage of our common route. Everything around wore an aspect of peace and repose-the schoolhouse, from which was wont to issue the hum of recitation, or around which happy children were accus

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