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Written for Burke’s Weekly.
rrHE GREYHOUND AND THE
1 RABBIT.
PHERE are several species
of the greyhound —the
best known being the
English, Scotch andll al -
ian varieties. The two
|||<, former are remarkable for their
I\ keen sight and extraordinary swift
'M ness, and all for their great beauty.
% The Scotch greyhound is the lar
gest and most powerful species, and its
hair, instead of being smooth and sleek,
is long, stiff and bristly. Sir Walter Scott
had a very fine dog of this kind, named
Maida. He was a high-spirited and beau
tiful dog, with black ears, cheeks, back
and sides, while the tip of his tail, and
other portions of his body were white.
He was one of the finest dogs of the kind
ever seen in Scotland, both on account of
his beauty, and his great size and strength.
When Sir Walter traveled through
strange places, Maida nearly always
attracted large crowds of people.
He was generally good-natured, but
if they became at all troublesome,
he gave a single short bark, to re
mind them that his patience was
exhausted. His attachment to his
master was almost wonderful, and
he seldom quitted him, either at
home or abroad.
Sir Walter used to tell of an amu
sing incident which befel Maida on
one occasion :
“I was once riding over a field on
which the reapers were at work,
the stooks or bundles of grain being
placed behind them, as usual. Maida
having found a hare began to chase her,
to the great amusement of the spectators,
as the hare turned very often and very
swiftly among the stooks. At length,
being hard pressed, she fairly bolted in
to one of them. Maida went in headlong
after her, and the stook began to be much
agitated in various directions. At length
the sheaves tumbled down, and the hare
and the dog, terrified alike at their over
throw, ran different ways, to the great
amusement of the spectators.”
Maida was buried at the gate of Abbots
ford, the home of his attached master,
who, as long as ho lived, protected the
grave. A gravestone is placed over him
on which is carved the figure of a dog
and the following inscription:
Beneath the sculptured form which late you wore,
Sleep soundly, Maida, at your master's door.”
What word will make you sick
if you leave one of the letters out ?
Music.
BXJRKE’S WEEKLY.
• Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE LITTLE JEWESS.—Concluded.
BY MRS. JANE T. H. CROSS.
son asked the old gen
f' tleman how far he in-
tended to extend his
walk, and ho told them
as far as the Coliseum, they pro
posed to accompany him* The
proposition was accepted with
evident pleasure, and the party
proceeded toward the grand old ruin,
Mary and Ester bringing up the rear, and
chatting merrily and munching the chest
nuts, which Ester had insisted upon shar
ing with her little companion.
As they came to the arch of Titus, the
old Jew, instead of passing under, turned
aside by a little by-path, and walked
around it. Ester, also, drew her hand
from Mary’s and stepped apart. Mary
stopped and said:
“Why do you do that, Ester? Why
do you take your hand from mine?”
“ Because,” replied Ester, “we cannot
walk under the arch of Titus. He des
troyed our Holy City of Jerusalem, and
then that arch was built, as if it were a
letter, to tell everybody about it, and our
people will not go under it; we go around
it by this little path.”
Mary said: “Wait, Ester, I will go
around it, too, with you. I will not go
under it when it makes } r ou feel bad.”
She ran and took the hand of the little
Jewess, and at the same time she took
her heart, for we always love those who
feel sorry when we are sorry, and glad
when we are glad.
They arrived at the Coliseum. It is a
great round building, or nearly round,
and bigger than any house, perhaps, that
you have over seen. Part of the wall is
now broken down, but the greater part
of it still remains. There are rows of
seats, row above row, until they reach
the very top of the high, high building.
All these seats used to be full of people—
thousands of them. And what do you
think they came there to see ? Men fight
ing with men, and men fighting with
beasts until they dropped down dead.
As they clambered about over the build
ing, Mary told Ester how they had
brought the poor Christians there, and
had them torn to pieces by wild beasts
for the amusement of the Roman people.
Ester put her hands over her face to shut
out the dreadful thought.
“But,” said Mary, and she clasped her
little hands as she looked at the cross in
the middle of the circle, “ that was a long
time ago, and nobody is killed here now.
There stands the cross, and that is to re
mind us that the blessed Saviour has died
to bring us peace instead of fighting.”
“You talk a great deal of the Saviour,”
said Ester; “will you tell me all
about His history ?”
“Oh, yes; I shall be so glad to
do so.” Then, with an instinctive
delicacy, she checked herself and
hesitated. “Perhaps,” she said,
“ your grandfather will not wish
you to hear it.”
“ I will ask him,” replied the eager
Jewess, and running to the old gen
tleman, she drew him aside, and
whispered to him for some moments.
The old man put his finger to his
lip and seemed to ponder, then
stooping, he spoke a few words ra
pidly to the little girl. She ran
back to Mary with a glowing face,
and said :
“ Grandfather has no objection.”
Mary commenced and told her how the
Christ-child was born in a stable, and how
the wise men and the shepherds came to
worship Him. How He went up to the
Temple, when He was twelve years old,
and talked to the great men there, and
knew more than all of them ; and yet
how quickly He obeyed His mother when
she called Him, just as if He were a com
mon little boy and knew almost nothing.
She told her how He was baptised by
John, and how the Spirit of God descend
ed and alighted upon Him, like a dove.
Then how He went into the wilderness
and fasted, and how the devil tempted
Him, and after lie had driven away the
devil, lioav the angels came. She told her
of the sick people He cured, and of the
dead people that He brought to life, of
the hungry that He fed, and of the sor
rowful that He made glad. Then at last
she told her how one of His own friends
betrayed Him, and sold Him ; of the sor-
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