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THE TREATMENT OF PAUPER CHILDREN.,

FATALITY TO A ROOK-SHOOTING…

A BIRMINGHAM ROMANCE.

THE OASTLER MONUMENT.

MR. KICKHAM, THE RELEASED…

KCQUITTAL of YOUNG CHALONER…

BISHOP GOSS AT PRESTON.

WHAT WAR WOULD MEAN.

AN ACTOR ABOUT ACTORS.

FENIAN PRISONERS.

BIRDS OF THE GUANO ISLANDS.

A COUPLE OF CLEVER DOGS!

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A COUPLE OF CLEVER DOGS! The following exciting incident is narrated in an American novel, entitled Too True." and is another instance in which a faithful dog rendered valuable service to his master:— I remember once I had a large sum of money, in gold, sent to me from Paris, by express, to Baden- Baden. When it arrived, I was notified by the mes- senger, who warned me to be cautious, as he was informed that it had been followed all the way from Paris by two celebrated thieves. I took it quietly to my room in the hotel, saying nothing about the nature of the package, my own servant carrying it, intending on the morrow to pay some debts to a broker there, and take home the remainder of the coin. That night my servant wished to sleep in my apartment; but I said, "No, I was not afraid." I had, however, a small dog, a pet of mine, and one of the most sagacious little fellows that ever belonged to his race. It was in the latter part of the night, and I was fast asleep, forgetful of money or its responsibilities, when I was awakened by the cold nose of my dog, pressed silently against my face. Every faculty was instantly sharpened by a consciousness of peril. It was perfectly dark, my candle having burned out, and I knew not hut that some one was already in my room. I lay quiet, listening. I could just hear the velvet patter of my dog's feet, who seemed to have muffled his toes on purpose, going about the floor and again he came back and laid his nose to my face, still without a sound. Upon finding that I was awake, he went off again. I thought best to follow him and with my pistol in my hand I crept noiselessly out of bed, and walked in the direction of the door. When about six feet from it, I heard a peculiar noise, scarcely audible, but persistent. I knew it at once. Some one was sawing off the bolt All right let him work away! I stationed myself close to the door, in such a position that, when it was opened, I could shoot the intruder my dog stood at my side, pressing against my leg, but making no sound. In fifteen minutes there was a slight rattling, as of something dropping, a cessation of the sawing, a a moment's profound silence, during which, I suppose, the burglar was also listening. Had my dog barked then, or stirred, one of the most noted of Parisian thieves would not have been winged but the brave little fellow knew better. Presently the door was pushed softly, slowly, ajar; then there was the flash of my pistol, the report, an alarm through the house, persons running to the scene, lights.—and upon the floor, bathed in his own blood, the would-be robber. He was seriously, not mortally wounded, and was taken care of by the police. His companion was also arrested in his attempt to escape. For some days my little dog was the lion of Baden-Baden.

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ATTEMPTED MURDER AND SUICIDE…

A NARROW ESCAPE.

A VERY INTERESTING SUBJECT.

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