It so happened, there was a very large stone against an old willow tree close to the wall. We placed the pork straight against the stone. Carlo sprung on the wall. I got on the stone, and raised the pork as well as I could with my jaws till Carlo clutched it, first with his paws and then with his teeth. I was on the wall in a moment, and we lugged it to the top in safety. Here our further progress was once more arrested by a loud laugh. We had not been aware that Bombyx was at the drawing-room window, watching our proceedings at the top of the wall, and wondering what we were about. Just at this moment too, Mr. G. made his appearance at the gate, with a nice little basket of sausages as a present for Bombyx. Our ludicrous appearance forced a laugh. "Well, hang it, Sare," said G. to Bombyx, "you have two funny dogs!" Bombyx was vexed, and he was about applying a cane to our backs. I was for making a bolt of it; but Carlo stopped on the top of the wall, making the most irresistibly comic face. "Well, Sare," said G., "pray don't disturb them. There is plenty more for us all. They take the 'peine' to bring it all this way, Sare, they deserve it for their impertinence. My men ought to be caned, for not looking sharper; pray let them enjoy it, Sare. They are very queer dogs, Sare, to come and run away with a grand councillor's (G. was a grand councillor and a magistrate) bit of bacon. Very funny dog, Sare; very funny dog! My little wife beg me say, she have one very particular good little plate of pork for supper, Sare; and some roast pommes-de-terre, and she hope you come and eat it. I have some capital 1811, and a little old whiskeypour faire la digestion. We can About half-past eight o'clock, when we knew they would be at supper, Carlo said to meSuppose we go as far as Mr. G.'s, and just see what they really have got for supper. observe all that goes on through the glass door." "Well," said I," I have no objection, provided you mean to conduct yourself like a gentleman; for I will not be a party to your rascality any longer. I have nearly lost my character through your shameful conduct." A sulky growl warned me I had better say no more. So off we started, and there we found Mr. and Mrs. G., and Bombyx. Little "Jack" lay by the fire, and half-a-dozen cats were scattered in different directions. The supper smelt prime, and Mr. G. every now and then held a tempting morceau between his thumb and finger, which little Jack most gracefully disposed of. "Shoot that Jack," grumbled Carlo, "I really can't stand it. He's too bad."-" What," said I, “have not had enough to-day?"- "Hold your noise, you stupid fellow, and just go round and see if Sophy's at the back-door. We may then perhaps squeeze in." you Glad enough to get away, I slipped quickly round. But, bless me! on my return what do you think had happened? Why, another little tempting morceau was held up to "Jacky." Carlo could resist no longer; and with one spring went right through the glass door, shivering two large panes to atoms, and alighting at the feet of Mr. G., who simply exclaimed-"Hang it, Sare, I never see such funny dog!" The cats were flying about the room, and little "Jack" seemed to think the Prince of Darkness himself was there, so he hid himself behind a basket of wood. Oh, my dear Coco!" cried Mr. G.; "come here, Captain." (He was standing at the top of the curtain.) 66 "Very funny dog indeed, Sare," quoth G. Just at this juncture I arrived; and perceiving the hubbub, and my stupid brother grinning in the middle of it, I must needs follow through the aperture he had already made. "Upon my waird, Sare, I never see such impudent dog. However, Sare, they shall not spoil our glass of whiskey;" and so saying, he stopped out the cold by applying the sliding shutter to the glass door, and then mixed some capital whiskey and water. " Eh mon père; qu'y a t-il done!" screamed Sophy, who had just been attracted by the unusual noise. "Eh les vilains chiens! Viens, ma jolie Co-colette; qu' est ce que ca veut dire ?" "Oh, ce n'est rien ma Bonne; c'est que le petit chien a sauté par la fenêtre. C'est tout. Apportez nous encore un peu d'eau bouillante, s'il vous plait.' The time however for parting arrived ; and G. accompanied us to the gate of his countryhouse, exclaiming, as he wished us good night, Very funny dog, Sare; very funny dog, indeed!" Poor G. has been dead some time, to the unfeigned sorrow of all the poor in his neighborhood, to whom he was indeed a friend-a noble friend. My old master followed his remains to their last home; and surely, if "charity covereth & multitude of sins," poor G. will receive his reward. Adieu. Your very jolly old friend, Tottenham, September 15. MAIDENS! TAKE HEED! As Chloe tripp'd along the grass- FINO. Alas! too soon he did succeed, She oped her hand-away it went, IT NEVER COMES WITHOUT A SMART. KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. OUR MIRROR OF THE MONTHS. OCTOBER. THE sere leaf, flitting on the blast, We stand on Winter's crumbling edge. AT A TIME when all the world are poured very sweet one. September has passed. It brought with it an agreeable change. For rain, we had sunshine; for chilling winds, we had a genial atmosphere. The wailings at the close of August were exchanged for renewed hope. The golden grain shook its dewy locks, and blushed with its honors thick upon it. A glorious sight has it been, to notice its dying moments; as, looking the sun full in the face, it fell laughing beneath the sickle. The farmer, whilst we now write, has overflowing barns; and though he tries to grumble, he finds it hard work. is That the price of "the staff of life - If we were to enter in detail upon our them for ever from our sight. Nor does this the last. Summer still lingers, though its glories fade, Still soft and fragrant are the gales that blow; Their scatter'd blossoms wither and decay; One great drawback to our enjoyment of Autumn, is, the oft-repeated sound proceding from the murderous gun. In our late walks, we have seen many acts of savage butchery dealt out upon the unoffending partridge. Hunted from morning to night, wounded first by one and then by another, again flushed," and again wounded-this is his fate daily. What a day's "sport" for a civilised man to boast of! We carefully note the countenances of these butchers as we pass, and we blush to think that we are of the same race. This very day, commences another “battue” We shall now daily see on the pheasants. registered in the papers, flaming accounts of the grand total of slaughtered victims which "fell to the gun" of the Hon Mr. Fi, my Lord Fo, and the Marquis of Fum. These will be gloated over by the whole race of bird-butchers; and each will strive daily (rising early and slaughtering late) to surpass his fellow in acts of cruelty. But let us leave these blood-thirsty savages, whose sole joy year for us all seems to consist in the wanton destruction of Nor are the hedge-rows devoid of interest. The luxuriant blackberry is now seen in boundless profusion; and many are the lads and lasses who go forth to gather them. The blue sloe, too, is now gracing the hedges with its soft tempting-looking bloom, and we see the dull bunches of the woodbine, and the sparkling holly-berry. The wild flowers are departing. A few only remain,-but those few, peeping up from beneath the newly-fallen leaves, seem to smile at us ere they bid us adieu. They are beautiful even in their death. We still behold the butterfly hovering over the flowers in the garden,when the sun shines; He is happy or basking on the warm wall. to the last. Free from all care, he suns his wings, sips his nectar, and is "jolly" to the end. No wonder the poet sang, "I'd be a butterfly!” The butterfly however, be it said, is rather ornamental than useful. We have amongst us far too many butterflies! A-hem! We hardly need remind our friends to make the most of this month; for when it has closed upon us, the ensuing prospect ་ will be a dreary one. It is now the season for walking, rambling, nutting, gipsying, frolicking, and universal enjoyment. All now must be al fresco. Fires are, as yet, in the remote distance. Court Nature in the fields and the forests; and there you will be both happy and well. The fall of the leaf" is a season which, for us, has charms unutterable. We wander abroad with an ecstacy of feeling, of which we can give no idea. The gradual decay of nature is a sight we revel in. We listen to the sighs in the trees, we note the murmur of the breeze dancing among the leaves. We watch the flitting clouds, with a child-like fondness; and we dream pleasingly as we behold the rapidly flying panorama of nature's painting. At this season, the sun and the clouds cause a change of landscape every two or three minutes. the same sweet company; and there are Her flowing treasures on the ground,- THE GRATEFUL SONG THE HYMN OF PRAISE. May we all be in fine voice-and may the echo extend to the ends of the earth! PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF A DOG-No. II. it. BY ONE OF THAT SUFFERING RACE. (Continued from Page 110.) 66 Autumn is the time when, if ever, we mortals are given to thought. There is a beauty peculiar to the season that steals I AM GLAD TO HEAR, my dear Mr. Editor, upon the mind. It invests it with a tender- from a multitude of quarters, that I" barked" ness and a permanency of impression which in my last to some good purpose. I agree had not otherwise belonged to it. with Our you that Truth will ever carry all before autumnal evenings are, in their grey and sober tinting, beautiful. In the manycolored hues of the trembling foliage, in the fitful sighing of the breeze, in the mournful call of the wounded partridge or ill-starred pheasant, in the soft low piping of our friend the robin; and, above all, in the sweetly plaintive warbling of the young thrush, the blackbird, and the wood-lark-in all these there is a union of sight and sound, which can scarcely fail to touch the heart with corresponding sense of pensive pleasure. To enjoy this we should, whilst contemplating the passing scene, behold the setting sun (hitherto shrouded in the gathering gloom) gleam a farewell lustre on the fields. It is then, perhaps, that our emotions harmonise most completely with external nature. Some persons tell me, that I was too free in speaking my mind. Do you think so? [Quite the contrary, Charlie." When we want to cure a wound, we must cut deep. Then shall we succeed bravely. Go on, by all means.] I confess I have had my cogitations about it. However, your favorite, Shakspeare, has decided the point. Turning over a page or two in his charming book, yesterday, I read as follows:a We must now reluctantly take our leave. Ere we again meet our readers, the month of November will have come in-ragged in its garb, and comparatively barren. But October, of which a whole month remains to be enjoyed, will have gone out with a pageant and a feast. The woods will have been hung with tapestry of all-glorious colors. The dark and glossy acorns will have been scattered in profusion on the ground. The richlytinted and veined horse-chestnuts will have glowed in the midst of their rugged and spiny shells, which burst open in their fall; and birds will have been enjoying a plentiful feast of beech-nuts in the tree-tops. To be or not to be? That is the question, End them, of course! barked I, with all the enthusiasm of an ill-used dog; and when I die, I shall stand enrolled in history as a canine benefactor to my race. Thus much prefatory-now to my narrative. Let me see. In my last I told you all about the cage in which we were confined. In this cage we lived for about three months. Hosts of people came to see us, and we were much admired. But, malheureusement, not being "fashionable dogs" we were not soon disposed of. One day, however, a lady (the wife of one of London's merchant princes) came into the shop to buy a dog, and the lot fell on me. The lady pronounced me to be affectionate and intelligent. My eyes, I at once saw, had won her favor. Beautiful they were, of course, and expressive; for I was a "true breed " from the fountain-head. All this yet awaits us; besides lots of rambles by sea and land. And then there is Whilst wondering "what next?" and "nutting" in the leafy woods, accompanied scanning my new mistress's countenance, I by the girl of our heart; "blackberry-ing" in | heard the money rattle in her hand. I was KIDD'S OWN JOURNAL. handsomely paid for; and gently put into the carriage, which, at that time, seemed to me a paradise, and its inmates angels. All in this equipage was so luxurious! The first thing I did was to frisk and jump about in an ecstacy of joy. It was such a change for me, that I felt half mad with delight. And then what a seat had I! A rich velvet cushion was provided for me, and I found myself side by side with my lovely mistress. Oh! how endearingly she patted my head, as she called me "her own pretty boy," and lavished on me some thousands of caresses! Then her daughter! What a most charming girl she was! Oh, my dear Mr. Editor, how you would have loved her! She could not have numbered more than sixteen summers; and what an affectionate soul she was! Heigh-o! Well; I will not dwell on the subject-but was not I a happy dog? [You ought to have been happy," Charlie." We have often envied your race, in days gone by, under such circumstances.] This enchanting girl did make so much of me, and fondled me so nicely, that I imagined myself in Elysium. Only fancy! one day I was in an iron-bound prison-house, almost unable to turn myself round. The next, I was in a flying palace on wheels; basking in the sunshine of angelic smiles and caresses. at If my astonishment was great on entering the carriage, guess, my dear Sir, with what amazement I stared about me on our arrival Terrace, when carried by Miss Emily into the drawing-room of that noble mansion! I was now handed over to Rosa, the nursery governess, who took me to the sanctum of dolls and rocking-horses, at the top of the house. Here, after having been held up by one ear, by the tail, by one leg, and sundry other torments-which I took all in good part, I was so delighted with the frank countenance of Master Albert, and the pretty face of Miss Victoria (the two children) that, although I suffered much pain at their hands, I scarcely cried. feel, the cruel "Go along, nasty dog!" and the lash of the whip, another of that day's purchases. My head seemed in a whirl, my heart beat almost to bursting. I could not cry, but slank away into one corner of the room. There did I reflect, and marvel to think how kind and yet how cruel even wellintentioned people may be, when the head alone is furnished, and the warm impulses of Nature are scoffed at. Even if I had been to blame (I was not), the cruel words from those who had been kind to me, and whom I already loved, would have been sufficient. There needed not the What an idea! cruel whip, and the knowledge that it was bought with, and for me. To buy an innocent creature on whom to lavish kind words and caresses, and to procure, at the same time, an instrument of As if our senses were like torture for it! the vitals of a Rhinoceros, only to be reached through the "cracks" on our hides! After dinner, Miss Victoria and I were taken down to be shown to the company. You must excuse me coupling myself with this pretty child; but it is a fact she was as much for show as I was, except that my appearance was natural, hers doubtful. Between ourselves, her head and feet were all that could be distinguished as human. The residue was a mass of muslin, lace, and ribbons.* When she had been examined and admired by the ladies (who complimented her maid, and her milliner), and the gentlemen (who considered "her eyes were beautiful, just like mamma's"), then came my turn. I was handed from one to another first put on the floor, then taken up and placed on the table (for a better view I suppose). But, having no valves (à la Mr. Sands) on my feet, I slipped; and upset a glass of wine over one of the ladies' dresses. You may guess the consequences of this accident. The whip immediately presented itself to my mind; and so frightened was I that I screamed, became giddy, and fell on the When picked up I was insensible. floor. Children now In this room, however, my first real trouble commenced. I barked to be let out; but *We are pleased, Charlie," to note your Rosa was dressing Miss Victoria, who was to appear after dinner in the drawing-room, minute exactness as you go on. and Master Albert was busy (philosopher-a-days, are systematically deformed. If parents like) trying to discover the cause of motion wish their children to be hated by their servants, in the eyes of a new doll that came home in their nurses, and by all who see them beyond the the carriage with me, and which I nearly precincts of the nursery, they are taking the had the misfortune to break, by knocking it most direct means of bringing about that result. off the seat during my first burst of joy. As we walk abroad at this lovely season (either For this I suffered mentally and bodily. I in London, in the country, or by the sea-side) we see everywhere the most disgusting exhibitions was called "dirty dog!" Miss Emily heard of these hideous-looking dwarfs. Naturally fond as we are of children, yet cannot we look at the this. As she came up stairs I knew her sweet voice, and ran to meet her; hoping modern deformities "called" children, with anyagain to receive a fond caress, such as she thing but unqualified abhorrence. They are all But well I remem"outsides,' -an army of elaborately tricked-out gave me in the morning 'puppets."-ED. K. J. ber, and even at this distance of time I can My head had struck against a chair in the fall, with such force as to stun me. How long I remained unconscious, I know not; but I can well remember, on recovering my senses, the kind anxiety evinced by some one who knelt over me with a sponge and cold water, &c., by his side. Nor shall I eyer forget his mild yet hearty "Cheer up, 'Charlie,' my man!" I did cheer up, and tried to stand, but could not. My leg was broken. It was indeed fortunate for me that you had been sent for to give your opinion on my constitution and qualities.* You had arrived just previous to my fall, and had applied the means to restore me to consciousness. When you pronounced my leg to be broken, every one crowded round to pity me, and several hands were put out towards me; but the pain was so intense, from the broken bone, and the fear of punishment so fresh in my mind, that, in self-defence, I snapped at them, and I believe, really did bite you; but you took me in your arms, seemingly regardless of my anger. Here, Mr. Editor, I shall wait a little month. You shall have the resumé in your Yours, faithfully, CHARLIE. next. Sept, 20, 1853. It must be borne in mind, that "Charlie" is here addressing his doctor, Mr. KENT, the Veterinary Surgeon, who takes down the narra tive from "Charlie's " dictation. HINTS TO AMATEUR GARDENERS. THE CALENDAR FOR OCTOBER. The fall of the leaf, cold mornings, bright days, and "crisp" evenings, tell us plainly that we must prepare for coming winter. Nature has been very lavish this year in supplying us with an abundance of fruit. We must now proceed to take care of it. The principal operations of this month consist in storing Apples and Pears, and various vegetable roots; planting bulbs, and sheltering tender plants. The best criterion for gathering late fruit is, the ease with which they leave the tree. In gathering, keep each kind separate; and handle them with the greatest care, as upon this their keeping very much depends. Codlins and other kitchen sorts liable to shrivel had better be laid carefully in small heaps and covered with straw. They will thus keep longer and plumper, retaining their weight. The best material to lay Apples or Pears upon is Fern, or Straw perfectly dry and free from mouldiness. A dry room, a cellar, or any other place if it can be found less influenced by the weather, is the best situation to keep them in; but for the most valuable late keeping Apples or Pears, the following plan cannot be too strongly recommended :-Get some fine pit-sand; and heat it hot, to dry it and destroy any vegetable remains it contains. Then procure some large jars or garden-pots; put a little sand when cool in the bottom, and then a layer of fruit,barely touching each other. Then fill up between them with the sand until the vessels are full. They may now be placed in the bottom of a cupboard, or any other place where they will be safe from frost and kept dry. The best and most perfect fruit should be selected for this purpose, which may be ascertained after they have been gathered a short time. FRUIT. Commence pruning Gooseberry and Currant bushes. Towards the end of the month, they may also be transplanted. The best soil for them is a rich deep loam, on a dry bottom, although they will grow in any soil. They should have some well-rotted manure dug in about them, every those intended to produce large fruit for exhibisecond or third year. In pruning Gooseberries, thin, and be shortened back about half its length; tion must have their young wood cut out very but others intended to produce heavy crops should have the young wood left its whole length, only thinning out the middle of the tree, and removing any branches that cross close to each other. Few private growers produce such fine Currants great measure, to the inferior methods of pruning as market-gardeners; which is attributable, in a pursued. The best plan is, after the head of the bush is formed (by allowing several main branches to rise at regular distances of six or eight inches from each other), to prune the laterals or side branches, produced every year, back to one or two eyes. The spurs, if they become very thick, should be thinned out, and the leaders shortened about half their length, first observing the direc tion of the bud you intend to cut to, which should point outwards. This is of consequence; as it will keep the heart of the bushes open, and must be attended to when shortening back Gooseberries. Those of a pendulous habit must be cut indeed, in every kind of pruning, the direction of to a bud on the upper side of the branch; and, the terminal eye is of great importance. Currants can scarcely be pruned too close. As soon as the prunings are collected, burn them, and spread the ashes beneath the bushes. A thin coating of hot lime dug in about the stems is of service against the caterpillars. The branches of Black Currants may be thinned out, but not shortened. Lay in by the heels some of the strongest shoots, if required, for propagating. Top-dress Strawberry-beds with well-rotted dung. FLOWER GARDEN. Alterations.-Determine on, and get carried out at Antirrhinums.-A few of the first struck cuttings every opportunity. may be potted off into thumbs. Auriculas.-Now make ready your winter quarters. See that your frames are in good order, that |