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only administered tlic moment I apprehended an 

 attack. It was too late ; tlie disease I wished to 

 frustrate had got the first hold, and no amomit of 

 attempted vaccination was of any avail. My three 

 setters died, only one of them having been insane. 



In concluding this chapter, and in order to 

 show on what slight grounds a poor and a2:)parently 

 friendless dog may get ^' an ill name to hang him," 

 the following fact, at a very early age, was offered 

 to ni}^ eyes, susceptible as my eyes then were to 

 all impressions. 



When Berkeley House and its garden formed 

 the right-hand side of Spring Gardens Passage, on 

 the right-hand side as paced from Cocksj^ur Street 

 into St. James's Park, my favourite point of 

 observance, in regard to human life, coavs, dogs, 

 and a sentinel, Avas from a raised walk above the 

 spot where the passage entered the park, over the 



low fence of which my head and shoulders, at that 

 period, were tall enough to a])pear. 



It was from this post of observation that I used 

 to watch the exit, from the door on the other side 

 the passage, of the grandfatlier of the present Lord 

 j\Ialmcsbury, who, at the same hour every day, used 

 to sally forth into the park in his ^^ spencer," a 



