AND AMERICAN RURAL SPORTS. 
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it appears to pervade most animals. In Schipp’s curious 
memoir of his life, he mentions that a captain in East 
India Company’s service, was out shooting in India, he 
suddenly came on a large tiger, just as he had discharged 
his gun, he had no time to load again, but for a time stood 
his ground. At last he thought of a stratagem to put his 
unwelcome neighbour to flight, this was by turning his back 
to the animal and looking at it through his legs. He de- 
clared, that the moment the tiger saw this strange attitude, 
he took to his heels, and was out of sight in a few mo- 
ments. 
INSCRIPTION 
ON THE 
MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG. 
BY LORD BYRON. 
When some proud son of man returns to earth, 
Unknown to glory, but upneld by birth, 
The sculptur’d art exhausts the pomps of woe, 
And storied urns record who rest below; 
When all is done, upon the tomb is^seen, 
Not what he was, but what he should have been: 
But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, 
The first to welcome, foremost to defend; 
Whose honest heart is still his master’s own, 
Who labours, fights, lives, breathes, for him alone, 
Unhonour’d falls, unnoticed all his worth, 
Denied in Heaven the soul he held on earth: 
While man, f vain insect! hopes to be forgfvei$ 
And claims himself a sole exclusive Heaven! 
Oh, man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, 
Debas’d by slavery, or corrupt by power, 
Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust, 
Degraded mass of animated dust! 
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, 
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! 
By nature vile, ennobled but by name, 
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. 
Ye! who, perchance, behold this simple Urn, 
Pass on — it honours none you wish to mourn : 
To mark a Friend’s remains these stones arise, 
I never knew but one, and here he lies. 
