CHRISTOPHER IN HIS SPORTING JACKET 



delight and received into a stomach yawning with 

 greed and gratitude, Oh! surely the thrice-blessed 

 of all web-footed birds; the apex of Apician luxury; 

 and able, were any thing on the face of this feeble 

 earth able, to detain a soul, on the very brink of 

 fate, a short quarter of an hour from an inferior 

 Elysium ! 



How nobly, like a craken or sea-serpent, Fro rear- 

 eth his massy head above the foam, his gathered prey 

 seized all four by their limber necks, and bright- 

 ening, like a bunch of flowers, as they glitter towards 

 the shore! With one bold body -shake, felt to the 

 point of each particular hair, he scatters the water 

 from his coat like mist, reminding one of that glorious 

 line in Shakspeare, 



"Like dewdropsjrom the Lion's mane 



advancing with sinewy legs seemingly lengthened by 

 the drenching flood, and dripping tail stretched out 

 in all its broad longitude, with hair almost like white 

 hanging plumes magnificent as tail of the Desert- 

 Born at the head of his seraglio in the Arabian Sands. 

 Halfway his master meets his beloved Fro on the 

 slope; and first proudly and haughtily pausing to 

 mark our eye, and then humbly, as beseemeth one 

 whom nature, in his boldest and brightest bearing, 

 hath yet made a slave he lays the offering at our 

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