e which was taken from the grave of his
master, a French officer, who fell at the battle of Salamanca, and
was buried on the spot. The dog had remained on the grave until he was
nearly starved, and even then was removed with difficulty; so faithful
are these animals in protecting the remains of those they loved.

A poodle dog followed his master, a French officer, to the wars; the
latter was soon afterwards killed at the battle of Castella, in
Valencia, when his comrades endeavoured to carry the dog with them in
their retreat; but the faithful animal refused to leave the corpse,
and they left him. A military marauder, in going over the field of
battle, discovering the cross of the legion of honour on the dead
officer's breast, attempted to capture it, but the poodle instantly
seized him by the throat, and would have ended his career had not a
comrade run the honest canine guardian through the body.

Mr. Blaine, in his "Account of Dogs," says that, "strange as it may
appear, it is no less true, that a poodle dog actually scaled the high
buildings of my residence in Wells Street, Oxford Street, proceeded
along several roofs of houses, and made his way down by progressive
but very considerable leaps into distant premises; from whence, by
watching and stratagem, he gained the street, and returned home in
order to join his mistress, for whose sake he had encountered these
great risks."

I am always glad to have an opportunity of acknowledging the kindness
of my correspondents, and now do so to the clergyman who very kindly
sent me the following anecdote, which I give in his own words:--

"I have a distinct remembrance of Froll or Frolic, a dog belonging to
an aged relation, once the property of her deceased only son, which
animal, in his earlier days, doubtless gave evidence that his name was
not given him unadvisedly, but during the yearly visits of myself to
that kind and indulgent person, I can remember nothing but a rather
small though fat unwieldy poodle, whose curly, glossy coat (preserved
after his death), long yellow ears, and black nose, the rest of his
body being perfectly white, betokened that he had been a beauty in his
time. Froll was still a prodigious favourite with his mistress,
although I confess my feelings towards him were rather those of fear
than any other, for to touch him was quite sufficient to evoke a
growl, or perchance a snap, from this pet of a dozen years or more. A
cross, snappish fellow he