Mortimer Collins; His Letters and Friendships, with Some Account of His Life (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 Excerpt: ...missionaries and cats, I might not have wept much; but I did mourn my poor dear irrepressible troublesome Fi, who was wont to interrupt me in the midst of an attempted epigram. With my own hands have I buried my dear friend beneath the yellowing limes. Shall I meet his spirit again? Ah who can solve that problem? The death of Fido was the first break in the happiness of the little circle of friends at the Cottage. It was something more than the loss of a dog; it was the loss of a friend--a friend who had befen an hourly companion--for the dogs were completely a part of the life at the Cottage. The next letter is to Miss Louisa C. "Quiz" was a dog belonging to Miss L. C.'s sister, and was destroyed in consequence of disease. October, 1874. S. Dionysius, 8fc. Louisa Lucida, --The saint above-named was the discoverer of wine, though that discovery is inaccurately ascribed to Janus or Januarius, which is Noah written Semitically. There's a piece of erudition for you. Ask me when we meet, and I'll tell you why Janus (like a certain vicar) had two faces. My poor darling Frances is mourning the sudden death of Fido--the pleasantest, quarrelsomest, lovingest of dogs. He had been rolling on his back in the book-room ten minutes before he died. He lay down on the lawn in the sunshine, gave a sudden cry, and left us. I cried about it, that's a fact: but I wouldn't tell anybody except you. When I got your letter (by the second post) telling me of poor Quiz's probable doom, I walked audaciously to the stately porch of C, and interviewed the footman. It was too late. Quiz already lay beneath your mulberry-tree. Now, if I had come in time I meant to take him home and make Frances doctor him. I am very sorry for the poor little fellow. There is no news, except th...