The Cincinnati papers have notices of the death of a remarkable dog of that city, well known to the “oldest inhabitant.” The Harald says, that for twenty years past he has resided there and has generally signalized himself by attending, with great sobriety, all grand processions. He was buried with due honors in the yard belonging to the Gazette buildings, and it is in contemplation, we learn, to rear a monument to his memory. Mr. Cist, in his Advertiser, has the following notice of him.
    One of the greatest curiosities of Cincinnati is Lear, the old brown dog, who may be seen at almost any hour of the day in the purlieus of our city post office, and, as he has not and probably never had an owner, may be numbered as one of the familiars of that establishment. Amidst the various succession of post masters-during the whole incumbencies of Burke, Taylor and Crawford-amidst all the presidential changes of Monroe, Adams, Jackson, Van Buren, Harrison, Tyler and Polk, he still holds his post. How far back he made his first appearance the oldest inhabitants cannot tell, but I can find several who have noticed and recollected him for twenty years, or more. During this period he was never known to follow any individual, even when tempted by caresses or the offer of food. In fact he has never been known to receive food from any person, invariably refusing it when offered at his post. He has been followed by persons curious to ascertain where he feeds, but by some singular process he contrives to defeat their purpose by disappearance the instant their eye is turned to any other object, if but for one moment.
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