I gave him a bone once--a meaty bone it was, too"-- and here Malcolm looked a little ashamed of himself--"in fact, it was a mutton chop, and I stole it off the luncheon table.

I kept the beggar in conversation while he ate it.

Sir," for he was addressing Amias Keston at that moment, "that dog positively grovelled at my feet with affection and gratitude." "How many mutton chops has he had since ?" asked his friend.
"He never had another," responded Malcolm sadly.

"The carriage of a greasy paper full of meat is too much even for my philanthropy; but I take him dry biscuits--sometimes Spratt's meat biscuits--and tobacco for the beggar.

He is an old soldier and wears his medal; and the dog--Boxer is his name--is like Nathan's ewe lamb to him.