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On Presence Of Mind.
it , just above the edge of it ; while he remained on a small shelf of the rock . The king of the forest was deceived : for when it was near dark , he sprung eagerly forward on his supposed prey , and was dashed to pieces by his fall down the steep . We need hardly add , that the Hottentot arrived at Cape Town in safety . L .
The Dog-Tax; A Fragment.
THE DOG-TAX ; A FRAGMENT .
" VES , dearest Pompey , I will pay the tax !" -H- Hearken to my motive , ye snarling cynics of the day , who vilify the nature of the dog , and , in the time of taxation , rashly call aloud for the halter and the gibbet ! In the morning , I arise from sleep , and dress myself . Pompey anticipates my purpose . He instantly leaps from off his little snug
cushion , near my bed , ancl fawningly approaches me ; he watches my most trivial actions . I prepare to go out . Pompey stares me wistfully in the face , wagging his tail . May he come with me ; or , must he stay behind ? His anxiety and whining impatience are extreme . I take up my sword , my hat , and rny cane ; whilst Pompey ' s sparkling eyes are steadfastly fixed upon mine . I tantalizeand keep
, him in doubt ; every joint , every muscle trembles . At length , I exclaim : " Come on ! " and each feature beams with tenfold animation . He darts forward , like a flash of li ghtning , licking whatever comes in his way , and barking forth to every passenger his triumph and exultation . —But , should the poor fellow meet with a denial , he hangs down his head , and slinks away , betaking himself to some
remote corner , to sulk and pine in silence . — I quit the house . The door is hardly shut , before my unfortunate cur creeps up close to it , listening attentively to hear if , perchance , I be not on the return . He springs up into the hall-wind ' owseat ; investigates what passes out of doors ; and , then , sadly paces back again , to sit by my old morning-gown , which he licks all over ;
making , at the same time , piteous moans and lamentations . —Hark ! He fancies he has heard my voice I—Ha ! he pricks up his dappled ears in haste , and rushes back to the window—fumes ' —frets—hesitates— Yes ! yes ! It is , it is his master , his much-loved master ! Heavens ! how lively are his transports ! How insupportable his pleasing emotions ! He hurries backward and forward here and there
, , to and fro , turning round and round , every minute . Anon , he rustles close about-my legs , sheds tears , and affectionatel y throws his shaggy paws upon my knees and feet . And now , see the obsequious rogue fetches my slippers , and my morning-gown ; he frisks , and bounds again in the air , or blithely
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On Presence Of Mind.
it , just above the edge of it ; while he remained on a small shelf of the rock . The king of the forest was deceived : for when it was near dark , he sprung eagerly forward on his supposed prey , and was dashed to pieces by his fall down the steep . We need hardly add , that the Hottentot arrived at Cape Town in safety . L .
The Dog-Tax; A Fragment.
THE DOG-TAX ; A FRAGMENT .
" VES , dearest Pompey , I will pay the tax !" -H- Hearken to my motive , ye snarling cynics of the day , who vilify the nature of the dog , and , in the time of taxation , rashly call aloud for the halter and the gibbet ! In the morning , I arise from sleep , and dress myself . Pompey anticipates my purpose . He instantly leaps from off his little snug
cushion , near my bed , ancl fawningly approaches me ; he watches my most trivial actions . I prepare to go out . Pompey stares me wistfully in the face , wagging his tail . May he come with me ; or , must he stay behind ? His anxiety and whining impatience are extreme . I take up my sword , my hat , and rny cane ; whilst Pompey ' s sparkling eyes are steadfastly fixed upon mine . I tantalizeand keep
, him in doubt ; every joint , every muscle trembles . At length , I exclaim : " Come on ! " and each feature beams with tenfold animation . He darts forward , like a flash of li ghtning , licking whatever comes in his way , and barking forth to every passenger his triumph and exultation . —But , should the poor fellow meet with a denial , he hangs down his head , and slinks away , betaking himself to some
remote corner , to sulk and pine in silence . — I quit the house . The door is hardly shut , before my unfortunate cur creeps up close to it , listening attentively to hear if , perchance , I be not on the return . He springs up into the hall-wind ' owseat ; investigates what passes out of doors ; and , then , sadly paces back again , to sit by my old morning-gown , which he licks all over ;
making , at the same time , piteous moans and lamentations . —Hark ! He fancies he has heard my voice I—Ha ! he pricks up his dappled ears in haste , and rushes back to the window—fumes ' —frets—hesitates— Yes ! yes ! It is , it is his master , his much-loved master ! Heavens ! how lively are his transports ! How insupportable his pleasing emotions ! He hurries backward and forward here and there
, , to and fro , turning round and round , every minute . Anon , he rustles close about-my legs , sheds tears , and affectionatel y throws his shaggy paws upon my knees and feet . And now , see the obsequious rogue fetches my slippers , and my morning-gown ; he frisks , and bounds again in the air , or blithely