int NEW TESTAMENT
Now my ever of thee Tryphena I am orf wunc more on the oshin waive
and the hevin depe and If i never more cum bak but the blew waives
role over yor Silvanus, the TESTAMENT dont spel it with a why, i
left my wil at farthys in the yaler spelin buk on the sheluff nere
the side windy levin all my property to my saley Tryphena. I wud of
kist u of i had dard beefor I leff wen I am more prospuz i wil dar
of I get slaped for it The capen has fyred the blungeybush and i
must go ashore with the dingy and get the tavun boy to get ma a
nenblope out of the orfis

Yore onley luving afekshunit saler boy
SYLVANUS PILGRIM.

Just as Tryphena had finished this touching epistle, a knock came to the
kitchen door. She opened it, and Mr. Perrowne appeared. "Is Timotheus
here?" he asked. Timotheus himself answered, "Yaas sir!" when the parson
said, "Would you mind bringing a spaide to help me to bury my poor
dawg?" The willing Pilgrim rose, and went in quest of the implement,
while Mr. Perrowne walked round to the verandah, under which lay the
inanimate form of his long lost canine friend, over which he mourned
sincerely. The Squire and Miss Halbert came out to assist at the
obsequies, and were soon joined by Miss Carmichael and Mr. Terry, all of
whom regretted the loss of poor Muggins, the children's friend.

"Do you think you will ever see your dog again, Basil?" asked the
doctor's daughter.

"I down't know," replied the parson. "He was part of the creation that
St. Paul says is growning and waiting for the redemption of the body
from pain and disease and death. It used to be said that man ownly is
naturally and necessarily immortal, but that is rubbish, built up on a
pantheistic idea of Platow. If God continues the life of man beyond this
world, I see no reason why He should not continue that of a dawg which
has shared man's fight here below. There are some such good dawgs, don't
you know, moral, kind, faithful dawgs!"

"Is it not the poor Indian who thinks his faithful dog shall bear him
company in another world?" asked Miss Carmichael.

"Yes, it is Low; but really, in the great Sanscrit epic of the Bharatan
war, King Yoodistheer is represented as refusing immortality, unless the
god Indra will let him take his dawg to heaven along with him."

"And left his wife behind, did he not? He did