lazy yellow dog. The two letters which give him his title are branded on his shoulder.
He sticks very close to me, for the reason, possibly, that I do not kick him, and say Get out, as most persons are tempted to do when they look upon his most unprepossessing visage.
He is a solemn dog, and probably has had a rough row to hoe through life.
At times, when I speak an encouraging word, he brightens up, and makes an effort to be playful; but cheerfulness is his forte no more than fiten was A. Ward's, and he soon relapses into the deepest melancholy.
Read Emil Sehalk's article on Hooker.
It is an easy matter for that gentleman to sit in his library, plan a campaign, and win a battle.
I could do that myself; but when we undertake to make the campaign, fight the battle, and win the victory, we find it very much more difficult.
Book farmers are wonderfully successful on paper, and show how fortunes may be gathered in a single season, but when they come down to practical