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cendus illis. The only companions I had were thofe Muses, of whom Tally says, Adolefcentiam alunt, fene&tutem oblectant, fecundas res ornant, adver. fis perfugium ac folatium præbent, dele&tant domi, non impediunt foris, perno&tant nobifcum, peregrinantur, rusticantur : which is indeed as much as ever I expecte ed from them: For the Muses, if you take them as companions, are very pleasant and agreeable; but whoever should be forced to live or depend upon 'em, would find himself in a very bad condition. That Quiet, which Cowley calls the Companion of Obscurity, was not wanting to me, unless it was interrupted by those fears you so justly guess I had for our friend's welfare. 'Tis extremely kind in you to tell me the news you heard of him, and you

have deliver'd me from more anxiety than he imagines me capable of on his account, as I am convinced by his long filence. However, the love of some things rewards itself, as of virtue, and of Mr. Wycherley. I am surprized at the danger, you tell me, he has been in, and must agree

that our nation would have lost in him, as much wit and probity, as would have remaind (for ought I know) in the rest of it. My concern for his friendship will excuse me (since I know you honour him so much, and since you know I love him above all men) if I vent a part of my uneasiness to you, and tell you, that there has not been wanting one, to infinuate malicious untruths of me to Mr. Wycherley, which, I fear, may have had some effect upon him. If so, he will have

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a greater punishment for his credulity than I could with him, in that fellow's acquaintance. The loss of a faithful creature is fomething, though of ever so contemptible an one; and if I were to change my dog for such a man as the aforesaid, I should think my dog undervalued : (who follows me about as constantly here in the country, as I was used to do Mr. Wycherley in the town.)

Now I talk of my dog, that I may not treat of a worse subject, which my spleen tempts me to, Iwill give you some account of him; a thing not wholly unprecedented, since Montaigne (to whom I a dog in comparison) has done the same thing of his Cat. Dic mihi quid melius defidiofus agam? You are to know then, that as 'tis likeness begets affection, so my favourite dog is a little one, a lean one, and none of the finest shap'd. He is not much a spaniel in his fawning, but has (what might be worth any man's while to imitate him in) a dumb surly sort of kindness, that rather shews itself when he thinks me ill us’d by others, than when we walk quietly and peaceably by ourselves. If it be the chief point of friendship to comply with a friend's motions and inclinations, he poffeffes this in an eminent degree ; he lies down when I sit, and walks when I walk, which is more than many good friends can pretend to, witness our walk a year ago in St. James's Park.-Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends, but I will not infift upon many of them, because it is poffible some may be almost as fabulous as those of Pylades and Orestės, &c. I will only say for the honour of dogs, that the two most antient and esteemable books, sacred and prophane, extant (viz. the Scripture and Homer) havel shewn a particular regard to these animals. That of Toby is the more remarkable, because there feem'd no manner of reason to take notice of the dog, besides the great humanity of the author. Homer's account of Ulysses's dog Argus is the most pathetic imaginable, all the circumstances considerd, and an excellent proof of the old bard's good-nature. Ulysses had left him at Ithaca when he embarked for Troy, and found him at his return after twenty years (which by the way

is not unnatural, as some critics have faid, since I remember the dam of my dog was twenty-two years old when the dyd: May the omen of longevity prove fortunate to her successors.) You shall have it in verse.


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When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toft,
Arriv'd at laft, poor, old, disguis'd, alone,
To all his friends, and ev'n his Queen unknown ;
Chang'd as he was, with age, and toils, and cares,
Furrow'd his rev'rend face, and white his hairs,
In his own palace forc'd to ask his bread,
Scorn'd by those slaves his former bounty fed,

Forgot of all his own domestic crew;
The faithful dog alone his rightful master knew;
Unfed, unhous'd, neglected, on the clay,
Like an old fervant now cashier'd, he lay ;
Touch'd with resentment of ungrateful man,
And longing to behold his antient Lord again.
Him when he saw-he rose, and crawl'd to meet,
('Twas all he cou'd) and fawn'd, and kiss'd his feet,
Seiz'd with dumb joy—then falling by his fide,
Ownd his returning Lord, look'd up, and dy'd !

Plutarch relating how the Athenians were obliged to abandon Athens in the time of Themistocles, steps back again out of the way of his hiftory, purely to describe the lamentable cries and howlings of the poor dogs they left behind

He makes mention of one, that follow'd his master across the fea to Salamis where he dy'd, and was honoured with a tomb by the Athenians, who gave the name of the Dog's Grave to that part of the island were he was buried This respect to a dog in the most polite people of the world, is very observable. A modern instance of gratitude to a dog (tho' we have but few such) is, that the chief order of Denmark (now injuriously call’d the order of the Elephant) was instituted in memory of the fidelity of a dog, nam'd Wild-brat, to one of their Kings who had been deserted by his subjects: he gave his order this motto, or to this effe (which Aill remains) Wild-brat was faithful, Sir William Trumbull has toid me a story * which

Sir Philip Warwick to!!: fory in his memo:ss.

he heard from one that was present: King Charles l. being with some of his court during his troubles, a discourse arose what sort of dogs deserv'd pre-eminence, and it being on all hands agreed to belong either to the spaniel or grey hound, the King gave his opinion on the part of the grey-hound, because (laid he) it has all the Good-nature of the other without the fawning. A good piece of satire upon his courtiers, with which I will conclude my discourse of dogs. Call me a cynic, or what you please, in revenge for all this impertinence, I will be contented ; provided you will but believe me, when I say a bold word for a Christian, that of all dogs, you will find none more faithful than

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April 10, 1710. Had written to you sooner, but that I made fome

scruple of sending profane things to you in holy week. Besides, our family would have been scana.' daliz’d to see me write, who take it for granted I write nothing but ungodly verses. I afure you, I am look'd upon in the neighbourhood for a very well-dispos'd person ; no great Hunter indeed, but a great admirer of the noble fport, and cnly unhappy in my want of constitution for that, and Drinking. They all say, 'tis pity I am fo fickly, and I think 'tis

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