Loud howled each hound; I will presume
They howled at loss of Goblin Groom;
And well they might, for such a fay
Ne’er rode before on hunting day;--
Though not exactly authorized by the writer of the following poem, yet
we cannot think he will take offence at our availing ourselves of its
beauties, to illustrate the fidelity and attachment of the canine
species to their masters, and those who have shared with them in the
dangers and fatigues of the chace. We extract this poem from a Calcutta
Gazette of 1807.--