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different, my ire was roused. I affirmed, that of all created things dogs were the dirtiest, that the house was filled with fleas,—that my visiters never could approach the fire,—that Growler ate us out of house and home,—and if : he was to be indulged in tracking the Wilton carpet and painted floors, we had better live in a wigwam.
Edward sometimes gently excused his dog, sometimes defended him, and always turned him out of doors. The animal, knowing he had an enemy in the cabinet, would sneak in with a coward look, his tail between his legs, but invariably succeeded in ensconcing himself on Fairy's rightful domain.
At length I became quite nervous about him. It seemed to me that he haunted me like a ghost. I was even jealous of Edward's caresses
to him, and looked and spoke aš no good wife · should look or speak to her husband.
It is from permitting such trifles to gain the ascendency over the mind that most connubial discord proceeds. We dwell on some little
peculiarity in manner or taste opposed to our own, and jar the rich harp of domestic happiness until, one by one, every string is broken. I might have gone on in this foolish ingenuity in unhappiness, and perhaps have been among those whose matrimonial bands are chains, not garlands, had I not, when reading one Sabbath morning the fifth chapter of Ephesians, been struck with a sudden sense of my duty, as I met the words and the wife see that she reverence her husband.”
Oh, young and lovely bride, watch well the first moments when your will conflicts with his to whom God and society have given the control. Reverence his wishes even when you do not his opinions. Opportunities enough will arise for the expression of your independence, to which he will gladly accede, without a contest for trifles. The beautiful independence that soars over and conquers an irritable temper is higher than any other. So surely as you believe faults of temper are beneath prayer and selfexamination, you are on dangerous ground; a
fountain will spring up on your household hearth, of bitter and troubled waters. 5
When this conviction came over me I threw myself on my knees, and prayed to God for a gentle, submissive temper. After long and earnest inquiry into my own heart, I left my chamber calm and happy. Edward was reading, and Growler stood beside him. I approached them softly, and patting the dog's head, said, “So, Growler, helping your master to read ?” Edward looked at me inquiringly. I am sure my whole expression of face was changed; he drew me to him in silence, and gave me a token of regard he never bestowed on Growler. From that moment, though I might wince a little at his inroads on my neat housekeeping, I never gave the dog an angry word, and I taught Fairy to regard him as one of the lords of the creation.
Growler's intelligence was remarkable, although it did not equal that of Sir Walter Scott's bull-dog terrier, Camp, who could per ceive the meaning of words, and who understood an allusion to an offence he had committed against the baker, for which he had been punished. In whatever voice and tone it was mentioned, he would get up and retire into the darkest part of the room with an air of distress. But if you said, “The baker was not hurt after all," Camp came forth from his hiding-place, capered, barked, and rejoiced. Growler, however, had many of those properties of observation which raise the canine race so high in the affections of man.
When Edward made his forenoon sortie from the office to look at his sleeping boy, Growler always accompanied him, and rested his forepaws on the head of the cradle. As the babe grew older, he loved to try experiments upon the dog's sagacity and the child's courage.
Sometimes Fred was put into a basket, and Growler drew him carefully about the room with a string between his teeth; as the boy advanced in strength, he was seated on the dog's back with a whip in his hand. When my attachment to Growler increased, new experi
ments were made, particularly after the birth of Martha. She was an exquisite little infant, and it seemed to us that the dog was more gentle and tender in his movements with her than with Frederick. When two months old, Edward sometimes arranged a shawl carefully about her, tied it strongly, and putting the knot between the dog's teeth, sent her across the room to me. -No mother ever carried a child more skilfully. Of course all these associations attached him to the infant, and after a while he deserted the rug, where Fairy again established herself, and laid himself down to sleep by the infant's cradle.
There is nothing more picturesque than the image of an infant and a large dog. Every one has felt it. The little plumıp hand looks smaller and whiter in his rough hair, and the round dimpled cheek rests on his shaggy coat - like a flower on a rock. .
Edward and I and Frederick rode one afternoon to Roxbury to take tea with a friend. Our woman in the kitchen wished to pass the