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the State function, afterwards looked very straight down his nose,
and, hemming a little, ventured to say,--

"My lord, are you _really_ going to take the little dog to divine
service in the cathedral?"

My lord looked quite astonished at the question, and then put his face
down to me and pretended to whisper and then to listen. Afterwards he
said,--

"No. Jack says not to-day; he doesn't like long sermons."

The chaplain would much rather I had gone to church than have heard
such a reprimand.

But this is not quite the end of my reminiscence. I heard on the best
authority that the sermon of the chaplain on that morning was the
_shortest he had ever preached_ as an Assize discourse, and my lord
attributed it entirely to my supposed observation on that subject, so
that my presence, at all events, was useful.

I have always observed that lesser dignitaries are more jealous of
their dignity than greater ones. Here was an excellent example of it.
The chaplain looked very severe, but when this little story reached
the ears of the good Bishop Atlay he was delighted, and wished to see
me. I was becoming famous. I made my call in due course, and let him
see that a Judge's dog was not to be put down by a mere chaplain, and
came away much gratified with his lordship's politeness. After this,
during our stay in the city, the Bishop gave me the run of his
beautiful new garden along the riverside. And there my lord and I used
to gambol for an hour after our duties in court were over. This lovely
garden was an additional pleasure to me, because I was relieved from a
muzzle. There was only one thing wanting: the Bishop kept no rats.

After this his lordship never saw my lord without asking the question,
"How's dear Jack?" which showed how much a Bishop could respect a
little dog, and how much superior he was to a chaplain. I heard him
say once we were all God's creatures, but that, of course, I was not
able to understand at the time. I did not know if it included the
chaplain.

I think I must now tell a little story of myself, if you will not
think me conceited. It is about a small matter that happened at
Cambridge. One day a very amiable but dreadfully noisy advocate was
cross-examining a witness, as I thought, rather angrily, because the
man would not say exactly what he wanted him to say. My lord did not
take notice of this, and it went on until I thought I would call
his attention to the counsel's manner, and, accordi