agement on the score of the death of an old friend,
that friend being his bulldog Camp. His deerhounds Bran and Maida are,
like the Duke of Wellington's horse Copenhagen, known to all the world.
I am glad to think that Scott's dogs are preserved in several of his
portraits. In his books there are two types of dogs, Dandie Dinmonts'
Pepper and Mustard who have given their master's name to a breed and are
real dogs of flesh and blood. Or again, Harry Bertram's Wasp, who helps
to save Dandie from the thieves. But there is also the theatrical dog,
Roswal, in _The Talisman_, who springs at the throat of Conrad of
Montserrat and saves his master's honour. Between these come Gurth's
dog, Fangs, slightly tinged by the "tushery" of Ivanhoe, but still
striking and pathetic. I keep still my sympathy with Gurth, who swears
"by S. Edmund, S. Dunstan, S. Withold and S. Edward," that he will never
forgive Cedric for having attempted to kill his dog, "the only living
creature that ever showed me kindness."

But apart from his love of dogs Scott shows that he can use them with
splendid dramatic effect; for instance, when Dugald Dalgetty and the
Child of the Mist are escaping from the Duke of Argyll's prison, how we
thrill as the distant baying of those deadly trackers, the bloodhounds,
strikes on the ear of the fugitives.

I am not clear as to what was Dickens' personal attitude towards dogs,
but he certainly understood the passion of the dog lover.

The man who ousted David Copperfield from the box-seat in the London
Coach {229a} remarked, "'Orses and dorgs is some men's fancy. They're
wittles and drink to me--lodging, wife and children, reading, writing,
and 'rithmetic--snuff, tobacker, and sleep." Probably we should have
felt, as Mr. Pickwick did on a similar occasion, {229b} that it would
have been well if horses and dogs had been 'washing' also. I doubt, in
fact, whether we should have enjoyed his company, or even whether we
should have felt him a dog lover of our own sort--but we should not be
too nice, and must allow some merit to his form of the passion.

Another of Dickens's characters, Mr. Sleary, {229c} of "the Horse
Riding," has a much more attractive way of caring for animals. His
theory of how a dog he has lost found him again always pleases me. The
dog is believed to set on foot inquiries among his friends. "You don't
happen to know a person of the name of Sleary, do you? Person of the
name of Sleary in th