THE SIRES OF THE BELVOIR KENNEL 239 



Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. 

 Of such compose thy pack." 



-SOMERVILLE. 



Fox-HuNTiNG on the flags is a summer occupation, 

 and by the middle of June hounds are on show, 

 in glor}/ of new summer coats, with the bloom and 

 gay colouring to rival the beauties of the butterfly. 

 During the season's sport, expert opinion decides 

 on the merits of hunting qualities, and in the summer, 

 viewed on the flags, there is the opportunity to study 

 the nicer detail of make and shape. The subtle 

 symmetry and finished 

 anatomy of the foxhound 

 — like the proportions of 

 Greek statuary — requires 

 constant study before ap- 

 pealing to the finer senses. 

 So we find hound-men 

 making pilgrimage to 

 Belvoir on the eve of 

 Peterborough, to refresh 

 eye and memory, with a 

 standard of perfection in 



type and outline. The Duke of Rutland's kennel, so 

 splendidly maintained by Sir Gilbert Greenall, a past- 

 master in breeding all kinds of pedigree stock, has for 

 a great many years stood alone for its excellence 

 and purity of lineage. It is the Mecca for all 

 hound-breeders, and there are few who do not admit 

 they have used the blood with advantage to their 

 kennel. 



The Greeks and Romans made the nude in sculp- 

 ture their own ; it was of their times — but to-day 

 a superbly proportioned foxhound is one of the 

 most beautiful objects in nature, and therefore the 

 fit object for our study. We all have our ideals, 



The Duke of Rutland. 



