THE DOG AND RI8S RELATIONS. 
D3 
It never fades, it ne’er grows old, 
Nor fears the rain, nor moth, nor mould; 
It takes no spot, but still refines; 
The more ’tis worn, the more it shines, 
In this on earth would I appear, 
Then go to heaven and wear it there. 
LESSON VIL 
THE DOG AND HIS RELATIONS 
mas-tiff an-Ce8-LOr 
vl-gi-lant gus-pi-Ci-ous 
re-Ja-tion-ship Rey-nard 
ao-know-ledg-ing kecp-er 
cor-di-al 
lei-sure 
o-ri-gi-nally 
Ar-mo-ni-a 
Keeper was a farmer’s mastiff, honest, brave, 
and vigilant. One day, as he was ranging at some 
distance from home, he espied a wolf and a fox 
sitting together at the corner of awood. Keeper, 
not much liking their looks, though by. no means 
fearing them, was’turning another way, when they 
called after him, and civilly desired him to stay. 
“ Surely, sir,” says Reynard, “ you won’t disown 
your relations. My cousin Gaunt and I were 
just talking over family matters, and we both 
agreed that we had the honour of reckoning you 
among our’kin. You must know that, according 
to the best accounts, the wolres and dogs origi- 
nally were one race, in the forests of Armenia; 
but the dogs, taking to living with man, have 
since become inhabitants of towns and villages, 
while the wolves have retained their ancient mode 
oflife. As to my ancestors, the foxes, they were 
a branch of the same family, who settled farther