48. THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. 



lieve large-headed hounds are in no wise inferior. Somer^ 

 ville, in his description of a perfed hound, makes no men^ 

 tjoji of the head, leaving the size of it to Phidias to de- 

 termine ; he, therefore, must have thought it of little con- 

 sequence. I send you his words. 



" See there, with countenance blythe, 



And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound 



Salutes thee cow'ring ; his wide-op'ning nose 



Upwards he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes 



Melt in soft blandishments, and humble joy : 



His glossy skin, or yellow-pied, or blue. 



In lights or shades, by Nature's pencil drawn, 



Refieds the various tints : his ears and legs. 



Fleck t here and there in gay enarael'd pride, 



Rival the speckled pard : his msh-grown tail 



O'er his broad back bends in an ample arch. 



On shoulders clean, upright and firm he stands : 



Kis round cat-foot, straight hams, and wide-spread thighs. 



And his low-dropping chest, confess his speed : 



His strength, his wind, or on the steepy hill. 



Or far-extended plains in every part 



So well proportion'd, that the nicer skill 



Of Phidias himself can't blame thy choice. 



Of such compose thy pack." 



The colour I think of little moment j and am of opi- 

 nion with our friend Foote, respedling his negro friend,. 



