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which I was under for fear of their resentment, they instantly seemed to forget their own feelings, to relieve mine. They pressed round me, clasped my hands, and said and did all in their power to convince me that they did not entertain any suspicion of my conduct towards their departed friends. As soon as the first violent transports of grief began to subside, I related the melancholy tale, and explained to them, as well as I could, the disorder by which they were carried off, and pointed to Caubvick, who bore very strong, as well as recent marks of it. They often looked very attentively at her, but during the whole time they never spoke one word to her, nor she to them. As soon as I had brought the afflicting story to a conclusion, they assured me of their belief of every particular, and renewed their declarations of friendship. Their stay afterwards was but short; they presently re-embarked, weighed their anchors, and ran across the harbour to Raft Tickle, where they landed and encamped. The rest of the afternoon and the whole of the night was spent in horrid yellings, which were considerably augmented by the variety of echoes produced from the multiplicity of hills surrounding the harbour, till the whole rung again with sounds that almost petrified the blood of the brig's crew and my new servants."
“ Sept. 1.--I then visited the Indians at their camp; they received me very well, but not with that lively joy they were wont, the late melancholy news having spread an universal sorrow throughout the tents. They took great pains to assure me that they still continued their friendship for me, and desired I would not be under any apprehensions on account of what had happened."
Well might the manly Cartwright write of them after this:
“Thrice happy race! Strong drink nor gold they know;
What in their Hearts they think, their Faces show;
Not a more honest, or more gen’rous race,
IN the narrative of the execution of Mary Queen of Scots,
indorsed in Lord Burghley's hand, and which was forwarded from Fotheringay to the Court, it is recorded :
“ Then one of the executioners, pulling off her garters, espied her little dogg which was crept under her clothes, which could not be gotten forth but by force, yet afterwards would not departe from the dead corpse, but came and lay betweene her head and her shoulders, which being imbrued with her bloode, was caryed away and washed, as all things ells were that had any bloode was either burned or clean washed.”
This statement is confirmed in ‘La Mort de la Royne d'Escosse,' where it is written :
Cependant on fait mettre dehors la sale vn chacun, le lieu où estoit tombé le sang, songneusement laué & nettoyé, de peur que quelqu'vn ne trempast quelque linge dedans, à la façon de plusieurs du pais, qui le gardent pour à la moustre d'iceluy, inciter à vengeance ceux qui ont interest à la mort du tué.
“ Fut trouuee vne petite chienne dedans sa robbe, qu'il
1 Ellis's Letters. Second Series. Vol. iii.
l'auoit suiuie en bas, laquelle vne grande Princesse de France a voulut auoir pour l'amour de la deffunte.”
She was beheaded by “one Bull, the common hangman of London, and his bloody and unseemly varlett attending on him.” Whatever may have been the errors of the life of this beautiful and unhappy woman, she laid it down with the grace of a lady, the dignity of a queen, and the resignation of a Christian. The iron hand of experience, strewed ashes on her lovely tresses and brought them down grey with sorrow to a bloody and untimely grave; a dread warning, that the gifts of Nature, that grace and beauty, wit, sense, and courage cannot confer happiness without moral conduct.
The newspaper extract now inserted is an instance of the dog seeking assistance :
“ Jan. 24, 1863.-An inquest was held by Mr. Bird, on the same morning, at the Red Lion, Old Brentford, on the body of Mrs. Mary Ann Hayes (formerly Mrs. Hipson), whose death occurred under the following circumstances :Elizabeth Pearce stated : I live in Caroline-place, Old Brentford, near Mr. Hayes's, and knew the deceased very well. She was
She was 35 years of age. On Saturday morning last, my daughter, a little girl, was passing the deceased's door, about 9 o'clock, when her little dog ran after her and pulled her frock so much, that thinking it would tear it, she went into Mrs. Hayes to tell her, when she found deceased stooping over the fire-place with a black-lead brush clutched tightly in her hand. The child, finding deceased did not move, ran for her mother, and witness went in, and immediately sent for Mr. Davis, surgeon.—Mr. Edward Haywood, Mr. Davis's assistant, stated that when he saw the deceased she was quite dead, but barely cold. He had since made a post-mortem examination, and found that deceased died from disease of the heart of long standing, the valves being much ossified.—A verdict was returned in accordance with the above facts.”
The most powerful mind the world has known during the last two centuries had its emotions raised by, and left its testimony to, the sublime attachment of the dog.
The great Napoleon, when riding over the field of Bassano after the battle, observed a dog guarding the body of his slain master. He turned to his Staff, and pointing to the animal said, “ There, gentlemen,—that dog teaches us a lesson of humanity.”
Elsewhere, this incident in the life of Napoleon is thus recounted :
“ In the deep silence of a beautiful moonlight night, a dog leaping suddenly from beneath the clothes of his dead master, rushed upon us, and then immediately returned to his hiding-place, howling piteously: he alternately licked his master's face, and again flew at us; thus at once soliciting aid and seeking revenge.
“ This man, thought I, perhaps has friends in the camp, or in his company, and here he lies forsaken by all except his dog."
Not a few similar instances are well authenticated of