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and was delighted again to see his faithful hound, who 

 began to jump and play a thousand gambols to show her 

 joy. He threw a piece of bread to the animal, who ate it 

 with great good will; and, in spite of the immense wall 

 which separated them, they breakfasted together like two 

 friends. This friendly visit was not the last. Abandoned 

 by his relations, who believed him dead, the unfortunate 

 prisoner received the visits of his greyhound only, during 

 four years' confinement. Whatever weather it might be, in 

 spite of rain or snow, the faithful animal did not fail a 

 single day to pay her accustomed visit. Six months after 

 his release from prison St. Leger died. The faithful grey- 

 hound would no longer remain in the house; but on the 

 day after the funeral returned to the castle of Vincennes, 

 and it is supposed she was actuated by a motive of gratitude. 

 A jailor of the outer court had always shown great kindness 

 to this dog, which was as handsome as affectionate. Contrary 

 to the custom of people of that class, this man had been 

 touched by her attachment and beauty, so that he facilitated 

 her approach to see her master, and also insured her a safe 

 retreat. Penetrated with gratitude for this service, the grey- 

 hound remained the rest of her life near the benevolent 

 jailor. It was remarked, that even while testifying her zeal 

 and gratitude for her second master, one could easily see 

 that her heart was with the first. Like those who, having 

 lost a parent, a brother, or a friend, come from afar to seek 

 consolation by viewing the place which they inhabited, this 

 affectionate animal repaired frequently to the tower where 

 St. Leger had been imprisoned, and would contemplate for 

 hours together the gloomy window from which her dear 

 master had so often smiled to her, and where they had so 

 frequently breakfasted together." 



The Lurcher. "The rough, large-boned, ill-looking Lurcher," 

 says Mrs. Bowdich, "is said to have descended from the 

 rough greyhound and the shepherd's dog. It is now rare; 



