s never fail to find the place of his interment, which they point
out by scratching and snuffing; when the sufferer is dug out, and
carried to the monastery, where means are used for his recovery.

The Count de Monte Veccios had a St. Bernard dog, which, as his master
always had reported, could understand whatever he said to him; and the
following short account deserves to be recorded, as it at once
indicates memory, compassion, love, gratitude, and resentment in the
faithful animal, even if we do not allow it to make good his master's
opinion. The story is this:--

The Count had served long in the wars, and always had this faithful
attendant with him. The republic of Venice had been signally indebted
to his courage, but had not rewarded him. He had a favour to ask of
the then General Morosini; and as that commander was a man of singular
pride and arrogance, he was obliged to wait a favourable opportunity
of presenting his suit. One day when the General himself had a favour
to ask of the Doge (who was a person of high elegance, and celebrated
for his love of expensive entertainments), he laid out half his
fortune on a cold collation, to which he had invited the Doge, to put
him in humour for his suit. Thinking this the most suitable time for
his purpose, as he who was about to ask a favour for himself would
hardly at that instant deny one to another, the Count went to him some
hours before the Doge was expected, and was graciously received in the
room where the table was prepared. Here he began to make his court to
the General, by praising the elegance and pomp of the preparation,
which consisted of many thousands of finely-cut vessels of Venetian
glass, filled with the richest sweetmeats and cold provisions, and
disposed on fine tables, all covered with one vast cloth, with a deep
gold fringe, which swept the ground. The Count said a thousand fine
things about the elegance and richness of the dessert, and
particularly admired the profusion of expense in the workmanship of
the crystal and the weight of the gold fringe. Thus far he was very
courteously treated; and the lord of the feast pompously told him
that all the workmen in Venice had been half a year employed about
them. From this he proceeded to the business of his suit; but this met
with a very different reception, and was not only refused, but the
denial attended with very harsh language. The Count was shocked at the
ill-nature of the General, and went away in