How could I tread my hall with such a diminished crest? How live a poor indebted man, where I was once the wealthy--the honoured. I was to have gone there on Saturday in joy and prosperity to receive my friends. My dogs will wait for me in vain. It is foolish; but the thoughts of parting from these dumb creatures have moved me more than any of the painful reflections I have put down. Poor things, I must get them kind masters! There may be yet those, who loving me, may love my dog, because it has been mine. I must end these gloomy forebodings, or I shall lose the tone of mind with which men should meet distress. I feel my dogs’ feet on my knees. I hear them whining and seeking me everywhere. This is nonsense, but it is what they would do, could they know how things may be. An odd thought strikes me--when I die, will the journal of these days be taken out of the ebony cabinet at Abbotsford, and read with wonder, that the well-seeming baronet should ever have experienced the risk of such a hitch? Or will it be found in some obscure lodging-house, where the decayed son of chivalry had hung up his scutcheon, and where one or two old friends will look grave and whisper to each other, “Poor gentleman”--“a well-meaning man”--“nobody’s enemy but his own”--“thought his parts would never wear out”--“family poorly left”--“pity he took that foolish title.” Who can answer this question?” * * * * * Printed and published every Saturday by GUNN and CAMERON, at the Office of the General Advertiser, No. 6, Church Lane, College Green, Dublin.--Agents:--R. GROOMBRIDGE, Panyer Alley, Paternoster Row, London; SIMMS and DINHAM, Exchange Street, Manchester; C. DAVIES, North John Street, Liverpool; SLOCOMBE and SIMMS, Leeds; J. MENZIES, Prince’s Street, Edinburgh; and DAVID ROBERTSON, Trongate, Glasgow. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1, No. 38, March 20, 1841, by Various