|The following is an old but good story. The Rev. Joseph Wilkins died, an aged man, in 1800. He left this narrative, often printed; the date of the adventure is 1754, when Mr. Wilkins, aged twenty-three, was a schoolmaster in Devonshire. The ... Read more of The Dream That Knocked At The Door at Scary Stories.ca|| Informational|
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An Old Dog
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To Rufus A Spaniel
Rhapsody On A Dog's Intelligence
Fidele's Grassy Tomb
Remarks To My Grown-up Pup
To Tim An Irish Terrier
The Power Of The Dog
An Extract From Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
To A Terrier
I own a dog who is a gentleman;
By birth most surely, since the creature can
Boast of a pedigree the like of which
Holds not a Howard or a Metternich.
By breeding. Since the walks of life he trod,
He never wagged an unkind talk abroad.
He never snubbed a nameless cur because
Without a friend or credit card he was.
By pride. He looks you squarely in the face
Unshrinking and without a single trace
Of either diffidence or arrogant
Assertion such as upstarts often flaunt.
By tenderness. The littlest girl may tear
With absolute impunity his hair,
And pinch his silken flowing ears the while
He smiles upon her--yes, I've seen him smile.
By loyalty. No truer friend than he
Has come to prove his friendship's worth to me,
He does not fear the master--knows no fear--
But loves the man who is his master here.
By countenance. If there be nobler eyes,
More full of honor and of honesties,
In finer head, on broader shoulders found--
Then have I never met the man or hound.
Here is the motto of my lifeboat's log:
"God grant I may be worthy of my dog!"
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