[85] Dr. Robert South, who was, when this paper was written, nearly 75, and in bad health. In January 1709, Swift wrote to Lord Halifax, "Pray, my lord, desire Dr. South to die about the fall of the leaf," and in October Halifax wrote, "Dr. South holds out still, but he cannot be immortal." He lived until 1716.
[86] Waller's "Sacharissa" was Lady Dorothy Sidney (1617-1684), daughter of Robert, second Earl of Leicester, and wife of Robert, second Earl of Sunderland.
[87] The Duchess of Cleveland; see No. 50.
From _Tuesday, August 30_, to _Thursday, September 1, 1709_.
This place being frequented by persons of condition, I am desired to recommend a dog kennel to any who shall want a pack. It lies not far from Suffolk Street,[89] and is kept by two who were formerly dragoons in the French service; but left plundering for the more orderly life of keeping dogs: besides that, according to their expectation, they find it more profitable, as well as more conducing to the safety of their skin, to follow this trade, than the beat of drum. Their residence is very convenient for the dogs to whelp in, and bring up a right breed to follow the scent. The most eminent of the kennel are bloodhounds, which lead the van, and are as follow:
Jowler, of a right Irish breed, called Captain.
Rockwood, of French race, with long hair, by the courtesy of England called also Captain.
Pompey, a tall hound, kennelled in a convent in France, and knows a rich soil.
The two last hunt in couple, and are followed by,
Ringwood, a French black whelp of the same breed, a fine open-mouthed dog; and an old sick hound, always in kennel; but of the true blood, with a good nose, French breed.
There is also an Italian greyhound, with good legs, and knows perfectly the ground from Ghent to Paris.
These curs are so extremely hungry, that they are too keen at the sport, and worry their game before the keepers can come in. The other day a wild boar from the north rushed into the kennel, and at first indeed defended himself against the whole pack; but they proved at last too many for him, and tore twenty-five pounds of flesh from off his back, with which they filled their bellies, and made so great a noise in the neighbourhood, that the keepers are obliged to hasten the sale. That quarter of the town where they are kennelled is generally inhabited by strangers, whose blood the hounds have often sucked in such a manner, that many a German count, and other _virtuosi_, who come from the Continent, have lost the intention of their travels, and been unable to proceed on their journey.