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GROUP OF CROPPED GRIFFONS; 
THE PROPERTY OF MADAME ALBERT MANS, OF BRUSSELS. 
CHAPTER LII. 
- THE BRUSSELS GRIFFON. 
BY MRS. H. HANDLEY SPICER. 
“ Nobles, whom arms oy arts adorn, 
Wait for my infants yet unborn. 
None but a peer of wit and grace 
Can hope a puppy of my race. 
And, oh, would Fate the bliss decree 
To mine (a bliss too great for me) 
That two my tallest sons might grace 
WAY back in the ’seventies numbers 
of miners in Yorkshire and the 
Midlands are said to have possessed 
little wiry-coated and  wiry-dispositioned 
red dogs, which accompanied their owners 
to work, being stowed away in pockets of 
overcoats until the dinner hour, when they 
were brought out to share their masters’ 
meals, perchance chasing a casual rat in 
between times. Old men of to-day who 
remember these little “ red tarriers ” tell us 
that they were the originals of the present- 
day Brussels Griffons, and to the sporting 
propensities of the aforesaid miners is attri- 
buted the gameness which is such a charac- 
Tiilus’ side, as erst Evander’s, 
To keep off flatterers, spies, and panders ; 
To let no noble slave come near, 
And scare Lord Fannies from his 
ear: 
Then might a royal youth, and true, 
Enjoy at least a friend—or two.” 
teristic of their latter-day representatives. 
One seldom sees any dogs portrayed in the 
pictures of the nineteenth century which 
bear much resemblance to the breed as we 
know it, unless we except such specimens 
as the little dog in Landseer’s well-known 
picture of “ Dignity and Impudence.’’? But 
this little dog might be claimed with equal 
justice as a bad Yorkshire or a mongrel 
Skye Terrier. 
No one who is well acquainted with the 
Brussels Griffon would claim that the breed 
dates back, like the Greyhound, to hoary 
antiquity, or, indeed, that it has any pre- 
tensions to have “come over with the Con- 
