90 "THE HUMBLE FRIEND."
to give the beast his due, might have helped to brutalise his
disposition-he was removed from the opportunity of doing
much mischief, and though he was able with all his stupidity-
and he was as stupid as he was savage-to throw dust in his
master's eyes. He ought not to have been named for a
brave Roman soldier, granting he did overthrow a republic.
Timour or Tippoo was too good a name for the dog.
 You may see him in the illustration-a huge, half-bred
brute, without any of the nobility or magnanimity of the true
mastiff. There he lies sprawling, half out of his den, with his
muzzle and his unwieldy paws guarding a piece of meat,
while he glares at you with a jealous scowl. There is no
harmony in his bulk, which, in place of being imposing, is
simply repulsive. The girth of his neck is tremendous, while
his bull head is furnished with comparatively short, thick
ears. His broad, flat, black and red nose is stolid in the
extreme, and destitute of speculation apart from its animal
scent.
 Yet Caesar is not without his admirers; not only does his
master, worthy gentleman, refuse to believe that the dog is
coarser, more insensate and vicious than other dogs-there is
a poor little weak-minded spaniel Dash, that hankers after
the ugly, hard, selfish tyrant, haunts his den, and makes timid
advances to him.
 Dash also is to be seen in the illustration, bowing and
begging to Caesar. Dash's silky, wavy hair, prominent eye-
brows, pendant ears, the abject inclination of his head, the
slobbering of his tongue in sneaking kindness-half for
Casar, half for his piece of meat-are all keenly characteristic
of the spaniel, with his fawning, frightened ways; and alas!