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 LwrCs 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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