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A Lord of Surrey, and a Sportsman true,* 

 Field Sports his fort, and Poetizing too, 

 Th' unruly Setter train'd to set to game, 

 And from his time the dog has own'd the name. 

 To him we are indebted for the breed, 

 Without whose aid we seldom should succeed 

 Our bags to fill ; tho' Pointers now will do 

 As well, or better ; still, to him is due 



rambling through the Hall of Animals in the Vatican, at 

 Rome, this Spring, he observed a remarkably fine statue of 

 a Pointer at a dead stand, sculptured out of white marble, 

 interspersed with black knots and veins, which gave a very 

 pleasing and natural effect. This, to him, most interesting 

 relic, on enquiry he ascertained was found buried under 

 the ruins of a mansion in Ancient Rome, where, no doubt, 

 it had been a prominent ornament, and highly prized. The 

 execution is faultless, and the figure of the same mould as 

 the Pointers in general use (not the double-nosed) in Spain 

 and Portugal, that the author has shot to in those countries : 

 remarkably broad across the chest, rather short stout legs, 

 with an expansive forehead, and the tail docked to within 

 about three inches, as is the universal fashion there at the 

 present day. 



