Of ancient birth, in form majestic, tall, And rightly styled by Buffon, king of all ; His strength and prowess dare the wolf and bear,

And fearless taunt the lion in his lair. In days of yore, in Rome he played his part, An I furnished emblems for the sculptor's art ; His daring feats the chiselled block portrays ; His tamo survives, when crumbling stone decays. When gladiators met in skill to vie, His noble form was seen expectant by ; In conscious power, the meaner beasts he scorned;

With anxious rage, the rampant tiger warned; Trained to the light and eager tor the fray, Dauntless, he rushes on his quiv'ring prey, The palsie 1 victim struggles all in vain, The purple Hood his polished ivories drain. Of late atone, has been the fact revealed, The Ural mountains had his home concealed ; For travellers, oft had fruitless sought to trace Ti»is noble scion, of the canine race. Now brought to light, his beauteous form we scan.

Great Siberian Bloodhound

And wonder when and whence his name began; While legend, statue, verse, his deeds recall, Our voices echo " Crown him king of all."