Victories of Wellington and the British | Armies, forms, in some leading points, a modern pendant to this ancient tale:

"After the battle of Barrosa, (fifth March, 1811,) the wounded of both nations were, from the want of means of transport, necessarily left upon the field during the whole night and part of the following day. General Rousseau, commander of a French brigade, was of the number. His dog, a large white poodle, which had been left in quarters upon the advance of the French force, finding that the General returned not with those who escaped from the battle, set out in search of him, found him at night in his dreary resting place, and expressed his affliction by moans, and by licking the hands and feet of his dying master. When the fatal crisis took place, some hours after, he seemed fully aware of the change, attached himself closely to the body, and for three days refused the sustenance that was offered to him. Arrangements having been made for the interment of the dead, the body of the General was, with the rest, committed to its honorable grave. The dog lay down upon the earth which covered the beloved remains, and evinced by silence and deep dejection his continual sorrow for the loss he had sustained. The English commander, General Graham, whose fine feelings had prompted him to superintend the last duties due to the gallant slain, observed the four-footed mourner, drew him, now no longer resisting, from the spot, and gave him his protection, which he continued until the dog died, many years after, at the General's residence, Balgowan, in Perthshire."

In Camden's Britannia, we find a curious paragraph, stating that in the year 1299, at Genelon Castle, in Burgundy, there was a battle, or rather fight of dogs, wherein every one killed another, being in number three thousand. One dog alone survived. Dogs bay at the moon, either from pleasure or disturbance. Who can tell which? They also howl on the approaching death of a member of the family to which they belong. If they do this from intelligence or sympathy, or presentiment, it increases their claims on the attention of men. All legends, too, unite in saying that dogs (and horses also) are susceptible of superstitious terror. There have been few instances of prudence and shrewdness more remarkable than the fact of a little dog, who being attacked by a much more powerful animal, brought another abler than himself from a distance of one hundred miles to revenge his and then returned wrong, home with his protector, after the latter had chastised the aggressor, gayly frisking his tail in token of satisfaction. And what can surpass the reminiscent acumen of the spaniel who, having had a damaged leg cured, brought a companion to the same doctor, to be relieved from a similar casualty?

We can not do better, to wind up this short notice, than copy a letter of Sir John Harrington (included in the Nuga Many who have closely studied the dis- Antiqua) to Henry, Prince of Wales, son tinctive attributes of dogs, in all their of James I., concerning the extraordivaried races, divide the palm for intelli-nary qualities of his celebrated dog, gence and affection between the poodle "Bungey." and the terrier. Others prefer the shepperd's colley. The Newfoundland dog ranks lower in the scale than he did for merly. Hounds seldom form individual attachments to men unless they are do mesticated in early life, and brought up singly. The Danish or Dalmatian carriage-dog is a creature of locality. He devotes himself to the stable of his companion horses. During King Charles the First's troubles, a discourse arose one day as to what sort of dogs deserved preeminence; and it being on all hands agreed to belong either to the spaniel or greyhound, the King gave his opinion in favor of the greyhound, "because," he said, "he has all the good nature of the other, without his fawning." The story is told by Pope, who said it was related to him by Sir William Trumbull, who had it from one that was present.

"May it please your Highness to accept in as goode sorte what I now offer, as hath been done having goode reason to think your Highness afore time, and I may say, I pede fausto; but hath goode will and likinge to read what others have told of my rare dogge, I will even give a brief historie of his goode deedes and strange feats; and herein will I not plaie the curre myselfe, but in good soothe relate what is no more than bare veritie. Although I mean not to disphalus, I will match my dogge against him parage the deedes of Alexander's horse, Bucefor good carriage; for, if he do not bear a great prince on his backe, I am bolde to say he did often bear the sweet wordes of a greater princesse, Queen Elizabeth, on his necke.

"I did once relate to your Highnesse after what sorte his actinge was, wherewithe he did sojourn from my house at the Bathe to Greenwiche Palace, and deliver up to the Courte there such matters as were intrusted to his care. This he hath often done, and came safe backe to the Bathe, or to my house here at Kelstone,

"P.S.-The verses above spoken of are in my booke of Epigrammes in praise of my dogge Bungey to Momus. And I have an excellente picture, curiously limned, to remain in my pos| teritie."

From the London Review.

PITY THE SORROWS OF A POOR OLD MAN.*

THE Papacy is the hereditary nuisance | only barriers to his universal rule. But in the of Europe; the only variety in its history being, that sometimes it has been, as in the middle ages, a terrible nuisance; and sometimes, as at this moment, a ludicrous nuisance. It is really quite shocking to think what a terrible old fellow this Pope is. In our last number we quoted some passages from Romish journalists, showing that the death of Cavour was the result of his excommunication by the Pope. And exhibiting his amazing facilities for mischief from his league with the powers of the spiritual world Dr. Manning says:

"Read the history of Christian Europe, and look along the line of its monarchs who have fought with the Vicar of Christ, and find me one who has ever contended against the temporal sovereignty of the Vicar of our Divine Lord, and has not been chastised. Find me one who has ever dared to resist the divine ordinance of

God, in whose history there is not written-nay scored, engraved in characters so deep, that the lapse of ages can not efface them-the judgment of God upon that rebellious head. I will not go to old examples; I will only take one. There was one who rose to a zenith of power in Europe which has never been surpassed. His arms won the dominion of Spain; the whole of France was under his feet; Germany had been beaten down again and again in a succession of battles. He had been crowned King of Italy, and there was a King of Rome of his own making; Belgium was his; Sweden was reigned over by his creature; England remained as it were, floating on the waters; and there was one vast country defended by its own winters. These were the

*The Temporal Sovereignty of the Popes. Three Lectures by the Very Rev. H. E. MANNING, D.D., Provost of Westminster. Delivered in the Church of St. Mary of the Angels, Bayswater. London: W. Knowles, Norfolk Road.

Our Holy Father the Pope-Who is he? An Answer to a Flying Sheet. By FRANK FAIRPLAY.

Richardson & Son.

zenith of his power there was an old unarmed man in the Vatican, whom, most unchivalrously, his armed men took away in the dead of the night. Weak and sick as he was, they hurried him along, with the blinds of his carriage down, lest, whosoever should see him, should recognize him, and should know him to be the Vicar of Christ. That poor feeble man was in the grasp of the eagle; he was imprisoned at Savona, and at Fontainebleau. This great Emperor was king affixed to the doors of his church the sentence of the world, and when this poor feeble man of excommunication, the Emperor said: 'Does he think this will make the muskets fall from the hands of my soldiers?' Within three short years,' as an historian, and himself a soldier in that great expedition, writes, our men could not hold their muskets.' You know the history; that which has been shall be."

Our writer continues:

"The conclusion, then, I wish to establish is this, that the last glories of the Holy See will be greater than the first; for its imperishable vitality and divine tenacity of endurance has been, and ever will be, more and more luminously manifested in the struggle through which it is passing. It will be more clearly seen by all the world that the sole principle of stability to be found among men is the Church Catholic and Roman; that all forms of human institution are transitory, dissolving, and self-destructive. The Roman State has been changed and fashioned again and again into counties and duchies, into kingdoms and provinces of empires. Where, I should like to know, at this moment, is the very name of those kingdoms and of their lords, who claimed to be its temporal governors? Where now is Napoleon, 'King of Rome'? And where, to-morrow, will be Victor Emmanuel, 'King of Italy'? All those occasional forms of rebellion, revolution, and disorder, which spring from the will of man, have a momentary success, and in a little while are not. God, with a divine scorn and with a majestic indignation, smites them as small as the dust of the summer threshing-floor, and the winds of his derision sweep them from the face of the earth."

There are few men to whom we have

felt more deeply, even tenderly indebted than to Archdeacon Manning; his sermons have been frequently a source of strength and ministration to us; we were

have dazzled any of you now with their earthly
brightness, so that your eyes are too weak to
bear the heavenly splendor of our Father's tiara,
love do homage to his Crown of Thorns."
at least let your faith, your sadness, and your

It is not too much to call this language
the very chivalry of blasphemy.

There is something incomparably amus ing and facetious in the arrogance with which papist writers disport themselves in the press. Do our readers remember a passage from Wiseman's Recollections of the Last Four Popes? Ah! the supple Cardinal, would he express himself so now? Is not the following odoriferous conclusion wasted on the desert air?

grieved-we scarcely were surprised-rifice? O children of the Church! if the times when we heard that he had become a pervert. He is an ascetic. Even his sermons, rich as they are in the best fullness of Gospel truth, and profoundly as they deal with the most subtle recesses and sins of the human heart, are from these very reasons, among other reasons, a help to the more ascetic tempers of the religious life. We have, however, prized his sermons highly, and it has been impossible for us to feel for him other than love and reverence as a teacher; we have even attempted to account for his departure to the recesses of a Church where he might foster more securely the anchoritic puritanism of his nature, but it seems that it is impossible for any to enter that Church and to remain loyal to Christ; and the way in which even Dr. Manning identifies the person of the tattered and ragged old impotent imbecility occupying the chair of the apostles at Rome, with the person of our blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, is shocking and horrible. He does not hesitate to appropriate to the living Pope the words referring to our Lord: "He is the sign which shall be every where spoken against; he is set for the fall and for the rising again of the nations." Dr. Manning continues:

"He is the test of the world; Pius IX., that despised name to those who are not of his family he is the test of the world. And there are voices that are coming up now as of old, Hail King of the Jews!' and they would fain blindfold him, and buffet him, and spit upon his face; they would mock him as a false king with a reed, a feeble reed, as an impotent king with a crown of thorns-mock loyalty from a revolting people, and they may say: 'Away, we will not have this man to reign over us; we have no king but Cæsar.' But he is Vicar of Him who will judge the world."

In the same manner Dr. Faber talks:

"How temerarious it is to criticise the conduct of the Popes or the movements of the Church in the same way as we should criticise the acts of sovereigns or the aggression of states, and not rather to recognize with Jacob in Bethel: Indeed the Lord is in this place, and I knew it not.' And trembling he said: How terrible is this place! this is no other but the house of God and the gate of heaven.' (Genesis 28.)

invincible! And while he stood on his own "Well, and no wonder he deemed himself ground, sat on his war-steed, or on his throne, he was so.

"But there needed only a plain and simple monk, brought up in a cloister, ignorant of the world, single-minded in his aims, guileless and artless in his word and speech, not eloquent, gentle, sweet, humble-minded, and devout; it nor brilliant in qualities or attainments, meek, required only a Pope of average character in the qualifications of his state, to prove that there was a power superior to that of a mighty conqueror, and give to the age a rival, though unbelted, hero.

"And no wonder if the captor was made captive, and the conqueror was subdued. For he had left his own ground, he had dismounted from his charger, he had descended from his throne: he had stepped into the sanctuary. And there the old man of mild aspect and And the whole gentle voice was in his own. could only be a repetition of a scene often repeated there; and its result was only the execution of an eternal law.

"The Emperor Arcadius, more perhaps through evil counsel than through malice, had the great Bishop St. John Chrysostom removed from his patriarchal see, and carried away into the fastnesses of cold inclement mountains. Years after his death, Theodosius and Pulcheria made reparation in the same city, publicly and fearlessly, for the injury inflicted by their parents on so holy a man.

"And has there been virtually no repetition of this same noble and generous scene? Upon how many a French soldier and officer has the splendid statue of Pius in the Vatican seemed to look down, smiling and forgivingly, and with hand outstretched to shed a blessing, at once sacerdotal and paternal ?”

Meantime, how is the poor old gentle"There are times when loyalty can hardly be man who has such claims upon our more excessive. Is not this a time of that descrip- than affectionate regard? Is he sick, or tion? But, in truth, is there any time when is he well? for reports are very contra loyalty to Christ's Vicar can exceed in its self-sac-dictory in this all-important matter. We