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was not quite full enough in muzzle slightly hollow a little way in front 

 of the eyes but outside of those defects he was a beautiful terrier, teeming 

 with character and quality. He had a great career in this country, and his 

 defeat by Valet at New York in 1887 was very freely criticised. Valet, 

 however, was a dog that it was no discredit to run second to, and under a 

 judge who insisted upon perfect front and good feet Valet was almost a 

 certain winner. In coat he was soft, his expression was hardly correct and 

 he was narrow and lacked substance in loin and quarters. Mr. Redmond, 

 of England, put him first at the Newport show of the Fox Terrier Club after 

 he had been beaten at Hartford, where Splauger won and Bacchanal and 

 Shovel were also placed over him. The class against him at Newport was 

 better, and there he won the special for the best terrier in all the classes. 

 Bacchanal was a dog that excelled in body, outline and hindquarters, and 

 also in length of neck. He could have done with a better front and his feet 

 were not of the best, while he failed slightly in expression, but he was all- 

 over a grand terrier one of the good all-round dogs that might go down 

 under a faddist, but if judged by points would score remarkably high. 

 Raby Mixer was not a dog we fancied to any extent, for he lacked substance 

 in body and had a leggy appearance, though he improved in those respects. 

 His best points were his head and expression, and but for a fulness in cheek 

 his head was about as good as anything then being shown. It had the right 

 look for a terrier, being keen and full of the expression of gameness. Mr. 

 Kelley's Earl Leycester failed, as did his sire Spice, through having a soft, 

 spongy coat; he had a number of defects, but nevertheless always got recog- 

 nition for all-around character. 



At the head of the bitches we place Richmond Olive, the only terrier 

 imported to America that Mr. Lee included in his list of the ten best terriers 

 of England up to twelve years ago. She was a lovely bitch, and we would 

 have liked her even better than we did had she had a little more of the 

 terrier snap and fire, for she always seemed to us to be more suited to fill 

 the post of a "parlour terrier,'* as Colonel Thornton called his Vixen. In 

 a terrier, especially a fox terrier, there should be snap, dash and go in every 

 movement, and Olive lacked a little in that. Her coat could have been 

 denser with advantage, and she was a shade long-cast. But she stood 

 right out in front when it came to quality, while her quarters and finish 

 behind were a picture in themselves. She was quite a large bitch as they 

 ran then, being full eighteen pounds, while few were over sixteen and from 



