honour, that he was most melancholy for some time afterwards."

The same clergyman also communicated to me the following anecdote
illustrative of the sagacity of terriers.

He says that "his brother-in-law, who has a house in Woburn Place, and
another in the City, had a wire-haired terrier named Bob, of
extraordinary sagacity. The dog's knowledge of London and his
adventures would form a little history. His master was in the habit,
occasionally, of spending a few days at Gravesend, but did not always
take his dog with him. Bob, left behind one day against his liking,
scampered off to London Bridge, and out of the numerous steamers
boarded the Gravesend boat, disembarked at that place, went to the
accustomed inn, and not finding his master there, got on board the
steamer again and returned to town. He then called at several places
usually frequented by his master, and afterwards went home to Woburn
Place. He has frequently been stolen, but always returns, sometimes in
sad plight, with a broken cord round his neck, and with signs of
ill-usage; but still he contrives to escape from the dog-stealers."

I once took a favourite terrier with me to a house I had hired in
Manchester Street. He had never been in London before. While the
carriage was unloading in which the dog had been conveyed, he was
missed, and I could hear nothing of him for nearly a fortnight; at the
end of that time he found his way back to the house, with a short cord
round his neck, which he had evidently gnawed off. How he came to find
his way back is not a little to be wondered at. His joy on seeing me
again I cannot forget. Poor Peter! when he got old, and my rides
became too long for him, he pretended to be lame after accompanying me
a short distance, and would then trot back without any appearance of
lameness.

The following anecdote proves the kind disposition of a terrier. A
kitten, only a few hours old, had been put into a pail of water, in
the stable-yard of an inn, for the purpose of drowning it. It had
remained there for a minute or two, until it was to all appearance
dead, when a terrier bitch, attached to the stables, took the kitten
from the water, and carried it off in her mouth. She suckled and
watched over it with great care, and it throve well. The dog was at
the same time suckling a puppy about ten weeks old, but which did not
seem at all displeased with the intruder.

I had once an opportunity of witnessing the sense of a terrier.