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Globe, Volume II, Issue 178, 4 January 1875, Page 3

An instance of rare honesty, and showing how a dog may desire to pay his hoard bill, is said to have recently occurred at Fitchburg. A lady saw a dog frequently about her house picking up odd bits which had been thrown out, and one day she called him in and fed him. The next day he came back, and as she opened the door he walked in and placed an egg on the floor, when he was again fed. The following day he brought another egg to pay for his dinner, and on the fourth day lie brought the old hen herself, who, it seems, had failed to furnish the required egg. Lord Macaulay, passing one day through Seven Dials, bought a handful of ballads from some street singers who were bawling out their contents to a gaping audience. Proceeding on his way home, he was astonished to And himself followed by half a score of urchins, their faces beaming with expectation, “ Now, then, my lads, what is it, said he. “ Oh, that’s a good : un,” replied one of the boys, “ after we’ve come all this way!” “But what are you waiting for?” asked the historian, astonished at the lad’s familiarity. “ Waiting for ! Why, ain’t you going to sing, guv’nor ?”