ting and
attempting to use force he became furious, and in a menacing manner
drove them back into the kitchen, where he kept them until the arrival
of Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, who were surprised to find the party at so
late an hour, and more so to see the dog standing sentinel over them.
Being thus detected, the servant acknowledged the whole circumstance,
when her friends were allowed to depart, after being admonished by the
worthy divine in regard to the proper use of the Sabbath. They could
not but consider the dog as an instrument in the hand of Providence to
point out the impropriety of spending this holy day in feasting rather
than in the duties of religion.

After the above circumstance, it became necessary for Mr. Simpson, on
account of his children's education, to leave his country residence,
when he took a house in Edinburgh in a common stair. Speaking of this,
one day, to a friend who had visited him, he concluded that he would
be obliged to part with his dog, as he was too large an animal to be
kept in such a house. The animal was present, and heard him say so,
and must have understood what he meant, as he disappeared that
evening, and was never afterwards heard of. These circumstances have
been related to me by an elder of Mr. Simpson's congregation, who had
them from himself.

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I am indebted to the late amiable Lord Stowell for the following
anecdote, which has since been verified by Mr. Henry Wix, brother of
the archdeacon:--

A Newfoundland dog belonging to Archdeacon Wix, which had never
quitted the island, was brought over to London by him in January
1834, and when he and his family landed at Blackwall the dog was left
on board the vessel. A few days afterwards the Archdeacon went from
the Borough side of the Thames in a boat to the vessel, which was then
in St. Katherine's Docks, to see about his luggage, but did not intend
at that time to take the dog from the ship; however, on his leaving
the vessel the dog succeeded in extricating himself from his
confinement, jumped overboard, and swam after the boat across the
Thames, followed his master into a counting-house on Gun-shot Wharf,
Tooley Street, and then over London Bridge and through the City to St.
Bartholomew's Hospital. The dog was shut within the square whilst the
Archdeacon went into his father's house, and he then followed him on
his way to Russell Square, but strayed somewhere in Holborn; and as
se