He was greatly admired in Savannah and Jacksonville, especially by the darkies, who often asked Miss Stowe if she would not give them “her pup.” One candid person of color remarked: “Lady, I like your pup; he looks like he could fight!” But this very popularity brought disaster in its train. Like the famous thief whose admiration for diamonds led him always, when possible, to remove them from their ignorant owners into his own enlightened possession--so somebody--unknown--admired Punch to the degree that he appropriated him. After two triumphant years with Mrs. Stowe, in September, 1883, he was stolen; and although advertised, although rewards were offered, nothing was heard from him until 1885. In March of this year, he was recognized at a dog-show in New Haven, and claimed, to the equal delight of himself and his friends. He had forgotten neither mistress nor home, and his joy in getting back was unmistakable. [Illustration: MRS. STOWE’S DOG PUNCH.] In the meantime, his place had been taken, although not filled, by Missy, a gift from the same gentleman who had previously sent Punch. Unlike Punch, however, she was a foreigner, having been imported from England. Miss Stowe says: “It is a disputed point as to which is the finer dog--I myself think it six of the one to half a dozen of the other.” To Punch’s other claims to distinction, may be added that seal of public approval--a prize at a dog-show. Both dogs have collars, bells, and harness in abundance. They wear them when out walking, and thus--merrily tinkling across the stage--exit Missy, exit Punch to find behind the scenes, the warm, safe shelter of home! * * * * * It was probably a strong sense of contrast that led Miss Elizabeth Stuart Phelps to call her pet terrier Daniel Deronda! He was, however, so thoroughly lovable and whole-hearted, that on this account, if no other, he deserved the name. Was, I say--for alas! he has been gathered to the dust now many months, and only the memory remains of his doggish prettiness and affectionate heart. Like Punch, he came from a dog-store in Boston; but unlike him, was of mingled blood, being blue Skye and King Charles. One of his merits was that excellent thing--in dogs as in women--a low, soft voice; and on this gentle “barkter,” as suited to a lady’s establishment, the fancier laid particular stress. [Illustration: MRS. STOWE’S DOG MISSY.]