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THE CABINET OF NATURAL HISTORY 



Accept the lay — the soft melodious numbers, 



Vouchsafed by Nature to my parting breath, 

 The gentle prelude to unbroken slumbers — 



The symphonj' of death. 



I go, no more to breathe among the mountains 



The ambrosial fragrance, which the wild flowers fling, 

 I go, no more beneath the woodland fountains 

 To wet my snowy wing. 



Yet tho' no more I rest in shady bowers 



Where my youth's day-spring saw the waters shine, 

 When death has come, beneath the summer flowers, 

 quiet sleep is mine. 



The wild wave from the rock shall still be springing, 



The mountain mists shall hover o'er the dell. 

 But I amidst them no more shall be winging — 



My native streams farewell ! 



TREATISE ON BREAKING DOGS. 



It is expected now, that your Dog has acquired spirit, 

 and keenness for game, and the several day's hunt have 

 produced habits of industry. The next thing, then, to 

 encounter, is, that when he is approaching game, he may 

 show a disposition to rush in, and flush it from before the 

 other Dogs, while at a st.Tnd; or, if you are hunting him 

 alone, before you are sufliciently near to get a shot, you 

 must, of course, check this disposition immediately, but 

 with great prudence. This is the most important point to 

 be experienced, during the whole season of training; and 

 it often happens, at this period, that many valuable young 

 Dogs are ruined forever. Great care and patience are abso- 

 lutely necessary in the tutor; and much severity towards 

 the young Dog, at this time, is seldom, if ever, attended 

 with good, but, nine times out of ten, much evil. And the 

 plan, adopted by some men, of shooting their Dogs, when 



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thus keen after game, is, to say the least, absurd and cruel J 

 and it is next to a miracle, if, after this treatment, a Dog is 

 not utterly ruined. I have seen young Dogs of the finest 

 promise, ruined in this way, because in error, or over-zeal, 

 they flushed the game, and were shot in a most cruel man- 

 ner, by an unfeeling master, while the poor animal, vs-ith 

 blood streaming from his fifty wounds, would cry most 

 piteously, and with looks of reproach seemed to say, " Is 

 this the reward of my faithfulness? Are the errors com- 

 mitted in an over-zeal to serve you, to be punished with 

 death-like cruelty? Or, is it because I have been created 

 subservient to your pleasures, that you load me with sor- 

 row and distress?" — I hope to see this inhuman punish- 

 ment of the poor Dog entirely abolished: at any rate, spor/s- 

 rnen should discard it from their practice. There is but 

 one instance in which humanity will admit of this punish- 



