AN EPISCOPAL DOG-STORY.
[To Ins EDITOR OF TIM "SPECTATOR."] • *SIR,-I was walking the other day on the shore of Lough Swilly at Buncrana, with our Diocesan the Bishop of Derry and Ra,phoe, when a pretty little terrier ran up to us with a look -of friendly recognition. That dog, said his lordship severely, is a humbug. It is his practice to haunt this beach when the tide is flowing and to get on some projecting rock or spit of sand, where he waits till he is surrounded by the water. Then he begins to show every sign of distress and alarm, as if lie were in imminent danger of being drowned. Some com- passionate visitor generally comes to his rescue, and he is petted and comforted with sympathy and biscuits. My friend, however, on seeing this performance repeated, grew suspicious, and stood quietly looking on, whereupon the artful little fellow sprang boldly into the sea, and swam to shore without difficulty. The Bishop gave me permission to send you this story on his authority. It seems worth adding to the Spectator collection. How completely this dog has caught the spirit of an Irish " patriot."—I am, Sir, &c., Rathmullen, August 29th. NARCISSUS G. BATT, A.M.
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