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THE CABINET OF 
Accept the lay — the soft melodious numbers, 
Vouchsafed by Nature to my parting breath, 
The gentle prelude to unbroken slumbers — 
The symphony 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. 
NATURAL HISTORY 
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, 
0 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. 
(Concluded from page 163.) 
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 stand; or, if you are hunting him 
alone, before you are sufficiently 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 
thus keen after game, is, to say the least, absurd and cruel; 
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, with 
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, sports- 
men should discard it from their practice. There is but 
one instance in which humanity will admit of this punish- 
