His sinewy limb, symmetric form and grace, Vde with t!ic hind, and equal him in pace ; Elastic, bounding o'er the flowery mead, Unmatched his spring, agility and speed. His color black or white, red, blue or grey "f The latter, the original, they say ; Long tapering nose small ear and piercing eye, His destined game unerringly descry. With common hound, disdains to scent his prey ; toy .sight alone, ho speeds his light'ning way ; The trembling hare, for safety flies in vain, And fruitless seeks the shelt'ring copse to gain. On Albion's shore, where hunting is the rage, His feats and pedigree grace every page ; Grandsire and Grandam, all is there recorded, And to the fleetest, is the prize awarded. If ought impure, in blood or limb, we trace, His name's ignored, excluded from the race ; Condemned a Lurcher, fit for Poacher's game, But lor the nobler sports, despised his name. And many a hero, famed for martial deeds, Taunts his fleet greyhounds, and his rampant steeds ;
And when in glee, the sparkling wine they sup, Points to Diana's prize, the " Golden Cup."
The Spaying of Sluts is not much practiced nowadays. The effect on them is about the same as on the male. I have witnessed the operation, but have never performed it. It consists in making an incision in the flank, and extracting the ovaries, which renders the animal incapable of producing young. It requires a practiced hand to ensure success ; I shall therefore not enlarge on the subject.