GREYFBIABS* BdBBY.Several months ago, the Scotsman newspaper gave a touching narrative of a Scotch Terrier, which for several years past has slept every night on the grave of his master in the Old Greyfriars’ churchyard, Edinburgh. The kind-hearted Curator has often tried on cold and wet nights to keep the faithful creature within doors, but with dismal howling he has pleaded for liberty to rest oh his favourite bed. A weekly treat of steaks wad long allowed Bobby by Sergeant Scott, a generous member of the Artillery Corps. When the mid-day gun is fired at the Castle, the dog punctually starts for the restaurant of Mr. John Trail of 6, Greyfriars’ Place, who for the last six years has kindly given him a good dinner. Bobby, however, never thinks of going to Mr. Trail’s on the Sunday, as the premises are closed on that day, but the sagacious creature saves a portion of his Friday’s and Saturday’s dinner for that day. Bobby has his pantry for this purpose, beneath an old' tombstone near to his master’s grave. The collector who summoned Mr. Trail for payment of the dog-tax, on the ground that he “harboured” poor Bobby, has raised up a host of friends, who have not only volunteered to pay the tax, and thus save the faithful animal from being “put out of the way,” but who will take care that his daily wants are well supplied. It will, we feel assured, afford our readers pleasure to have a faithful portrait of this now celebrated dog. This we are enabled to give, through the courtesy of Mr. Gourlay Steele, U.S.A., who has allowed us the privilege of engraving from his beautiful painting of the noble “ Greyfnars’ Bobby.”The [ Workman,’ may be had each; clothThe Years, bou cloth7 gilt eMM