One day, a few months after I had quitted the valley, Simon went out accompanied by two large dogs, to amuse himself with chasing some cattle which were grazing in the valley. These animals, rendered furious by this violent exercise, and the wounds inflicted by the teeth of the dogs which Simon barbarously urged on to attack them, turned fiercely upon their savage enemy, and knocking him down, soon left him a bloody and mangled corpse; a frightful example of what the free indulgence of the passions generally leads to.
I am writing in the chimney corner of José’s kitchen, which I hope never again to quit for any length of time. I am as happy here as I can be: my only complaint is that the day is never half long enough; and I do not think I should ever have found time to write this little book, had I not heard of the dreadful misery existing in Ireland, and determined, if possible, to add my mite to the generous contributions of the benevolent. My success now remains with you, my dear friends; and pray remember, while you read these few pages, that it is a Marmotte who writes, in the hope of providing a morsel of food for your poor starving fellow-creatures.
I must now forward this little work to Mrs. Eliza Grey, who has kindly offered to translate it; and only hope it may not arrive too late to aid in buying some potatoes.
HENRY SPINK, PRINTER, LEEDS.
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THE HISTORY OF A GERANIUM.
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