The Prince of Newfoundland.

Lake Wakatip Mail, Issue 2090, 31 January 1896, Page 3

The Prince of Newfoundland.

The shower had ceased, but the city street Was flooded still with drenching rain, Though men and horses with hurrying feet Swept on their busy ways again. The gutter ran like a river deep; By ih>- clean-washed pavement last it rushed, As out of the spouts with a dash and a. leap The singing, sparkling water gushed. A Httl- kitten with ribbon Mue Crossed over the way to the gutter's brink; "With many a wistful, plaintive mew, She s-vmed at th • edge t" shudder and shrink. And there sir- stood while leu piteous cries Were all unheard by th- heedless throng. Looking across with such longing eyes; Nut the torrent was ail too swift and strong. Up the .street, o'.-r the pavements wide, Wandered our Prince from Newfoundland. Stately and careless and dignified, < lazing about him on either hand. Tlie sun shon • out on his glossy coat, And his beautiful eyes so swift and brown. With quiet, observant glance took note of all that was passing him, up and down. He heard the kitten that wailed and mewed. Stopped to look and investigate. The whole situation understood, And went at once to the rescue straight. • I Calmly along the street walked he, I l"p to the poor little trembling waif, ! Lifted her gently and carefully. And carried her over the water safe. And set her down on the longed-for shout 1 . Licked her s 'ft coat with a kind caress, I.eft her and went on his way once more. The picture of noble thoughtfulness. Only a dog and a cat, you say? Could a human being understand And be more kind in a human way Than this fine old Prince of Newfoundland? O, children, dear, 'tis a lesson sweet; If a poor dumb dog so wise can be, We should be gentle enough to treat All creatures with kindness and courtesy, For surely among us there is not pne Who such an example could Vithstand; Who would wish in goodness to be outdone. By a princely dog from Newfoundland? Celia Thaxter. DIPLOMATIC. A young fellow was recently caught napping 011 the porch of a summer holiday resort, A pair of soft, little hands covered his eyes, and a sweet voice commanded' "Guess who it is."

Nothing very dreadful for Charley in this you think: but. then, you don't know that Charley was engaged to two girls, and, for the life of him, couldn't decide which voice it was, which made it a very embarrassing situation for Charley. A wrong guess would lead to complications awful to think of. But a happy thought inspired Charley, and he announced. "It's the dearest, sweetest little girl in all the world." "Oh, you lovely boy," gurgled thq) satisfied one, as ehe removed her hands.

And now Charley thinks of applying for a foreign ministry, feeling that his talents would be wasted in any other than a diplomatic field.