A SILKEN-EARED
Spaniel, who traced his descent from King Charles the Second of England, chanced to look into a mirror which was leaning against the wainscoting of a room on the ground floor of his mistress's house.
There, crouched up in the farthest corner, lay the forlorn cause of my terror, in the shape of a poor little dog--a black and white
spaniel. The creature moaned feebly when I looked at it and called to it, but never stirred.
"But to return to my 'love affairs.' I must tell you that the innkeeper's
spaniel had a dear little puppy, just as sensible as a human being; he was quite white, with black spots on his paws, a cherub of a puppy!
The handsome brown
spaniel that lay on the hearth retreated under the chair in the chimney-corner.
This point, if it could be cleared up, would be interesting; if, for instance, it could be shown that the greyhound, bloodhound, terrier,
spaniel, and bull-dog, which we all know propagate their kind so truly, were the offspring of any single species, then such facts would have great weight in making us doubt about the immutability of the many very closely allied and natural species--for instance, of the many foxes--inhabiting different quarters of the world.
What else could he do but speak to her in a soft, soothing tone, as if she were a bright-eyed
spaniel with a thorn in her foot?
Neither does he encounter her on the smooth-rolled, tree shaded Boulevard, in the green and sunny park, whither she repairs clad in her becoming walking dress, her scarf thrown with grace over her shoulders, her little bonnet scarcely screening her curls, the red rose under its brim adding a new tint to the softer rose on her cheek; her face and eyes, too, illumined with smiles, perhaps as transient as the sunshine of the gala-day, but also quite as brilliant; it is not his office to walk by her side, to listen to her lively chat, to carry her parasol, scarcely larger than a broad green leaf, to lead in a ribbon her Blenheim
spaniel or Italian greyhound.
The next thing I remember is that it was morning: breakfast was just over: Sylvie was lifting Bruno down from a high chair, and saying to a
Spaniel, who was regarding them with a most benevolent smile, "Yes, thank you we've had a very nice breakfast.
It may have been--yes, by Jove, it is a curly-haired
spaniel."
One of his poems tells how Cowper scolded his
spaniel Beau for killing a little baby bird "not because you were hungry," says the poet, "but out of naughtiness." Here is Beau's reply--
When he spoke of you and the other lady, and said it seemed contrived by Heaven, or the devil, against him, that Oliver should come into your hands, he laughed, and said there was some comfort in that too, for how many thousands and hundreds of thousands of pounds would you not give, if you had them, to know who your two-legged
spaniel was.'
"Why, that's a donkey with panniers, and a
spaniel, and partridges in the corn!" he exclaimed, his tongue being completely loosed by surprise and admiration.