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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- 133