Hold, bawling Dog.

The Men of War cry, Pox on't, this is dull, We are for rough Sports,Dog Hector, and the Bull.

I dragged myself at last by intervals, like a sick dog, outside the revels, still hearing them, which was torture to me, even when at last I got beyond the crowd.

"Courage," he said to himself, grimly; "courage, a dog's no worse than a man.

O bethink thee, lest she change thee into a swine, or black dog, aye, or even a small shrew-mouseI've heard of such ere nowor blast thee with fire, or loathly disease, or" "None the less will I go.

A vilely tall, base, and most unseemly dog that hath spoiled me of my lord's sweet money-bags, wherefore I yearn to see him wriggle in a noose.

Here I am worrying about myself like a selfish dog without letting myself be happy over finding you.

I pity a dog in the street, but would I cross you, Garry, lad, to save the dog?

I pity a dog in the street, but would I cross you, Garry, lad, to save the dog?

They found not a man, but a dog.

But, if it were so, how fearfully true the warning!by what a mysterious fate did death dog my footsteps, and "blood haunt the life of blood!"

Once he went away across a field on purpose to kick a very small dog, and ARCHIBALD waited for him.

But after they are free, when they get into danger, or miss their meat, they cry out too, and are willing enough to return to slavery; as the dog which has run away for fear of the whip, will go back to his kennel for the sake of his food.

He was a fine fellow, and had an immense bead, like a bull-dog.

Then he saw his dog dancing frantically about a young lady who held in her arms a little white spaniel, which she had evidently just snatched up from annihilation.

"Your dog doesn't look especially ferocious.

But the nerve of himoffering me his dog!

It's confoundedly unfortunate Markeld couldn't have left his dog at home!

Well for dog 'tis so.

sirand I'm dog-tired.

"I'm dog-tired," he repeated.

'I have had,' wrote Eachard in one of his many rejoinders, 'as many several names as the Grand Seignior has titles of honour; for setting aside the vulgar and familiar ones of Rogue, Rascal, Dog, and Thief (which may be taken by way of endearment as well as out of prejudice and offence), as also those of more certain signification, as Malicious Rogue, Ill-Natured Rascal, Lay Dog, and Spiteful Thief.'

'I have had,' wrote Eachard in one of his many rejoinders, 'as many several names as the Grand Seignior has titles of honour; for setting aside the vulgar and familiar ones of Rogue, Rascal, Dog, and Thief (which may be taken by way of endearment as well as out of prejudice and offence), as also those of more certain signification, as Malicious Rogue, Ill-Natured Rascal, Lay Dog, and Spiteful Thief.'

APELLES painted a mare and a dog so lively

For the fool's judgment is a dog-vane that turns with a breath, and the cheat watches the clouds and sets his weathercock by them,so that one shall often see by their pointing which way the winds of heaven are blowing, when the slow-wheeling arrows and feathers of what we call the Temples of Wisdom are turning to all points of the compass.

His smile was like "the snarl of a cat."

You told me that I must learn to love everybody, and so I did; and now it seems as if everybody and everything loved me, even our old cat and dog.

After having been an inmate of our family nine years, having suffered countless frights and manglings from the many kittens we had kept in the time, he at last died by the claws of the family cat, when released one fine afternoon for an airing, and to have his cage cleaned.

It was Mr. William H. Wood and Mr. Peters over here on Cat Island.

An accomplished lady of my acquaintance tells me that she is preparing an anthology of the cat.

People who collect prints of the eighteenth century know an engraving which represents a tom-cat, rampant, holding up an oval portrait of a gentleman and standing, in order to do so, on a volume.

He is troubled to account for the existence of the cat.

An Ottoman legend relates that when the animals were in the Ark, Noah gave the lion a great box on the ear, which made him sneeze, and produce a cat out his nose.

From the French poets, Moncrif collects a good many curious tributes to the "harmless, necessary cat."

Deshoulières wrote a whole series of songs and couplets about her cat, Grisette.

Much better than these is the sonnet on the cat of the Duchess of Lesdiguières, with its admirable line: Chatte pour tout le monde, et pour les chats tigresse.

When this cat died the Duchess was too much affected to write its epitaph herself, and accordingly it was done for her, in the following style, by La Mothe le Vayer, the author of the Dialogues: Puss passer-by, within this simple tomb Lies one whose life fell Atropos hath shred; The happiest cat on earth hath heard her doom, And sleeps for ever in a marble bed.

When this cat died the Duchess was too much affected to write its epitaph herself, and accordingly it was done for her, in the following style, by La Mothe le Vayer, the author of the Dialogues: Puss passer-by, within this simple tomb Lies one whose life fell Atropos hath shred; The happiest cat on earth hath heard her doom, And sleeps for ever in a marble bed.

This lady excelled to a surprising degree in playing the harp, and she attributed her excellence in this accomplishment to her cat, whose critical taste was only equalled by his close attention to Mlle.

She felt that she owed so much to this cat, under whose care her reputation for skill on the harp had become universal, that when she died she left him, in her will, one agreeable house in town and another in the country.

To this bequest she added a revenue sufficient to supply all the requirements of a well-bred tom-cat, and at the same time she left pensions to certain persons whose duty it should be to wait upon him.

Dupuy, sadly wasted by illness, is seen in bed, with her cat in her arms, dictating her will to the family lawyer in a periwig; her physician is also present.

Another plate shows the mausoleum of the Duchess of Lesdiguières' cat, with a marble pussy of heroic size, upon a marble pillow, in a grove of poplars.

Miss Irene Robertson Person interviewed: "Cat" Ross Brassfield, Ark. Age: Born 1862 "I was born in Releford County on old Major Ross place.

Cat tales from many lands.

String and the no-tail cat.

The cat and the kitten, by Berta & Elmer Hader.

The cat and the kitten.

The cat's cradle book.

Only Shurochka wouldn't let you, and the cat would scratch you.