I possess a doggie-t a dog, observe, but a doggie. If he had been a dog I would t have presumed to intrude him on your tice. A dog is all very well in his way-one of the blest of animals, I admit, and pre-eminently fitted to be the companion of man, for he has an affectionate nature, which man demands, and a forgiving disposition, which man needs-but a dog, with all his ble qualities, is t to be compared to a doggie. My doggie is unquestionably the most charming, and, in every way, delightful doggie that ever was born. My sister has a baby, about which she raves in somewhat similar terms, but of course that is ridiculous, for her baby differs in particular from ordinary babies, except, perhaps, in the matter of violent weeping, of which it is fond; whereas my doggie is unique, a perfectly beautiful and singular specimen of-of well, I won't say what, because my friends usually laugh at me when I say it, and I don't like to be laughed at. Freely admit that you don't at once perceive the finer qualities, either mental or physical, of my doggie, partly owing to the circumstance that he is shapeless and hairy. The former quality is t prepossessing, while the latter tends to veil the amiable expression of his countenance and the lustre of his speaking eyes. But as you come to kw him he grows upon you; your feelings are touched, your affections stirred, and your love is finally evoked. As he resembles a door-mat, or rather a scrap of very ragged door-mat, and has an amiable spirit, I have called him Dumps. I should t be surprised if you did t perceive any connection here. You are t the first who has failed to see it; I never saw it myself.