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UNCOMMON SAGACITY IN A GREYHOUND. 
of a great capital may be ; and the reverses of an empire, which 
once gave laws to the major part of the Asiatic world. 
After passing through the long avenue of the Chaher Bagh, 
and crossing the bridge to the most south-eastern point of the 
city, we found ourselves amidst the far-stretching ruins of the 
suburb on that bank of the river ; and I had scarcely cleared 
its deep and shadowy lines, and yet more shadowy phantoms of 
men and women, clamorous for charity, before the evening 
closed. We touched our horses with the spur, and rode briskly 
forward for more than a mile. At the entrance of a little upland 
valley, I turned round to take a parting glance of the last seat 
of the Sefies. A long yellow gleam lay over the town, marking 
the mosque and palace domes, columns and spiry towers, with 
a streak of gold. When I looked again, from a more elevated 
spot, and at a greater distance, the reflected brightness had 
faded to a faint silvery hue, till all was lost in the grey twilight 
of the horizon. 
Our way lay nearly south, on an undulating road, winding 
amongst the hills, but keeping the Sefi mountain, and its range, 
to our right. At this point of my journal, I cannot refrain from 
mentioning an instance of uncommon sagacity in a greyhound, 
of our company; that sort of dog not, in general, being cele¬ 
brated for any thing beside fleetness in the chase. Soon after 
we had advanced into the uneven country, by some negligence 
or other, the horse-keeper allowed a fine spirited animal he was 
leading to break away. The horse set off at speed up the hills; 
and, from the darkness of the night, and the few people I could 
spare to pursue, I at first despaired of his recovery. But the 
dog, on the instant he perceived the animal loose, headed him 
at every turn ; and, at length, after a long run, succeeded in 
