times he will fetch my hat, cane, or gloves, whichever may be at
hand, and wait for me at the front door. He will take a letter or
any other token to several houses of my acquaintance, and wait for
a reply; and he can perform a variety of actions that would imply a
share of reason seldom possessed by other dogs."

A smile of incredulity upon several faces was at once perceived by
Mr. Prideaux, who immediately took a guinea from his pocket, and
addressed his dog. "Here, Turk! they won't believe in you! ... take
this guinea to No.--,--Street, to Mr.--, and bring me a receipt."

The dog wagged his huge tail with evident pleasure, and the guinea
having been placed in his mouth, he hastened towards the door; this
being opened, he was admitted through the front entrance to the
street. It was a miserable night; the wind was blowing the sleet
and rain against the windows; the gutters were running with muddy
water, and the weather was exactly that which is expressed by the
common term, "not fit to turn a dog out in;" nevertheless, Turk had
started upon his mission in the howling gale and darkness, while
the front door was once more closed against the blast.

The party were comfortably seated around the fire, and much
interested in the success or failure of the dog's adventure.

"How long will it be before we may expect Turk's return?" inquired
an incredulous guest.

"The house to which I have sent him is about a mile and a half
distant, therefore if there is no delay when he barks for admission
at the door, and my friend is not absent from home, he should