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You shall invoke the Muse and certainly she ought to be propitious to an author who, in an apostatizing age, adheres with the faith of Abdiel to the ancient form of adoration. Then we must have a vision in which the Genius of Caledonia shall appear to Galgacus, and show him a procession of the real Scottish monarchs: and in the notes I will have a hit at Boethius No; I must not touch that topic, now that Sir Arthur is likely to have vexation enough besides but I'll annihilate Ossian, Macpherson, and Mac-Cribb."

He was quiet enough now more than subdued incapable even of meditating revenge. But when they entered the nursery, the dog, taking Tommy for a worse sort of rat, made a leap at him right off the bed, as if he would swallow him alive, and the start and the terror of it brought him quite to himself again. "Quiet, Abdiel!" said Clare.

"He's had nothing to-day, ma'am, and we're comrades!" "But it's not clean of you!" "Ah, you don't know dogs, ma'am! His tongue is clean as clean as anybody's." Abdiel took three or four little laps of the milk, drew away, and looked up at his master as much as to say, "You, now!" "Besides," Clare went on, "he couldn't get at it so well in the bottom of the tumbler."

The dog turned, jumped up on the bed, and lay down again close to the baby. Clare, who, I have said, was in old days a reader of Paradise Lost, had already given him the name of Abdiel. "Please, I couldn't help yelling!" said Tommy, very meekly. "I didn't know you'd got him!" "I know you couldn't help it!" answered Clare. "What have you had to eat to-day?"

No gentleman would write his remarks on the margins of another person's book; no lady would brush her hair as she read one of her own. From hungry days and cold nights, Clare and Abdiel found themselves in clover the phrase surely of some lover of cows! and they were more than content.

"Dogs don't drink beer," he said to himself. "They know better!" and lifting Abdiel he held him over the trough. Abdiel was not so fastidious as his master, and lapped eagerly. Then they pursued their uncertain way. Ready to do anything, he thought the shabbiness of his clothes would be a greater bar to indoor than to outdoor work, and applied therefore at every farm they came to.

Gunn saw that his brother was awake and watching: it was a check on his conduct, but he hated Clare the worse. For the puma, he was afraid of him now, and went no more into his cage. With the rest of the men Clare was a favourite, for they knew him true and helpful, and constantly the same: they could always depend on him! Abdiel shared in the favour shown his master.

The more they talked with Clare, the better the women liked him. They got him a tub and plenty of warm water. Abdiel was nothing loath to be plunged in, and Clare washed him thoroughly. Taken out and dried, he seemed no more for a lady's chamber unmeet. "Now," said Clare, "will you please ask Miss Tempest if I may bring him on to the lawn, and show her some of his tricks?"

He was not going to forget Abdiel. Abdiel was not a fact to be forgotten. Abdiel was not a doll, Abdiel was not a thing that would not come alive. Abdiel was a true heart, a live soul, and Clare would love him for ever! not an atom the less that now he had one out upon whom a larger love was able to flow! All true love makes abler to love.

Not that your true Tory believes so ill of all his adversaries; there are some few geese among the cranes; an Abdiel here and there, who has long felt irksome in the host, but for false shame is there still; sundry men, having ambitious or illuminated wives, and too amiable, or too prudent, to attempt a breach of peace at home; some thronging the opposite benches, because their fathers and grandfathers topographically occupied those same seats a decent reason, supposing similarity of places and names, to insure similarity of principles and practice; and some I dislike them not for honesty confessing and upholding the republican extremes, upon a belief that all short of these are but an unsatisfactory part of a great and glorious experiment.

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