After his "Day of Battle," Lad lived for more than two years--still gallant of spirit, loyally mighty of heart, uncanny of wisdom--still the undisputed king of The Place's "Little People." Then, on a warm September morning in 1918, he stretched himself to sleep in the coolest and shadiest corner of the veranda. And, while he slept, his great heart very quietly stopped beating. He had no pain, no illness, none of the distressing features of extreme age. He had lived out a full span of sixteen years--years rich in life and happiness and love. Surely, there was nothing in such a death to warrant the silly grief that was ours, nor the heartsick gloom that overhung The Place! It was wholly illogical, not to say maudlin. I admit that without argument. The cleric-author of "The Mansion Yard" must have known the same miserable sense of loss, I think, when he wrote: "Stretched on the hearthrug in a deep content, Fond of the fire as I. Oh, there was something with the old dog went I had not thought could die!" We buried Lad in a sunlit nook that had been his favorite lounging place, close to the house he had guarded so long and so gallantly. With him we buried his honorary Red Cross and Blue Cross--awards for money raised in his name. Above his head we set a low granite block, with a carven line or two thereon. The Mistress wanted the block inscribed: "The Dearest Dog!" I suggested: "The Dog God Made." But we decided against both epitaphs. We did not care to risk making our dear old friend's memory ridiculous by words at which saner folk might one day sneer. So on the granite is engraved: LAD THOROUGHBRED IN BODY AND SOUL Some people are wise enough to know that a dog has no soul. These will find ample theme for mirth in our foolish inscription. But no one, who knew Lad, will laugh at it. ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE. "Sunnybank" Pompton Lakes, New Jersey. [ Transcriber's Note: The following is a list of changes made to the original. The first line is the original line, the second the corrected one. _Nineteenth Printing March, 1922_ _Nineteenth Printing, March, 1922_ _Twentieth Printing August, 1922_ _Twentieth Printing, August, 1922_ _Twenty-first Printing Sept. 1922_ _Twenty-first Printing, Sept., 1922_ You're--your're more of a man than I am, old You're--you're more of a man than I am, old the inner wooden blinds in search the catch. the inner wooden blinds in search of the catch. formally entered for the Novice class, at the Westminister formally entered for the Novice class, at the Westminster white sign, was inscribed "COLLIES" Here his white sign, was inscribed "COLLIES." Here his was apparently no part of the law. And Lad felt was apparently no part of the Law. And Lad felt Lad was viewing the procedings from the top of Lad was viewing the proceedings from the top of