ated
the advantages of human kindness. Perhaps it was a sagacious pup, and
already recognised the difference between the old master and the new.

Be this as it may, Bladud had not been long seated there in a state of
dreamy abstraction, when he became conscious of the inquiring look.
Returning it with interest, but without speaking, he gazed steadily into
the soft brown eyes that were turned up to his. At last the prince
opened his lips, and the dog, turning his head slightly to one side with
a look of expectancy, cocked his ears.

"Browneyes," he said, "you'll grow to be a fine dog if you live."

There was the slightest possible tremor in the pup's tail. Of course
there might have been more than a tremor if the caudal appendage had
been at liberty instead of being sat upon. It was enough, however, to
indicate a tendency to goodwill.

"Come here, Browneyes," said Bladud, holding out his hand.

But the pup was hardly prepared for such a complete and sudden
concession as the invitation implied. He repeated the tremor, however,
and turned his head to the other side, by way of a change, but sat
still.

A happy thought occurred to the prince--justifying the remark of Solomon
that there is nothing new under the sun. He opened his wallet, took out
a small piece of meat, and held it out.

"Here, Brownie, have a bit." Another justification of Solomon, for the
natural abbreviation of names is not new!

The pup advanced with confidence, ate the morsel, and looked inquiringly
for more, at the same time wagging its tail with unqualified
satisfaction.

"Yes, Brownie, you shall have more."

The second morsel was bestowed; the tail wagged effusively; the name of
Brownie became irrevocably associated with food, and a loving look and
tone with favours to come. Thus a title and a friendship were
established which endured through life and was terminated only by death.
So trivial sometimes are the incidents on which the great events of
life are hinged!

We pause here to deprecate the idea that this fine animal's affection
was gained through its stomach. Many a time had its old master thrown
it savoury junks and bones of food; but a scowl and sometimes a growl,
had often been thrown into the mess, thereby robbing the gift of all
grace, and checking the outflow of affection. Bladud's character
similarly, was as clearly perceived by the manner of his gifts. Indeed,
it would have been a poor compliment to the intelligen