The Beagle is called by Mr. Jesse, “a Foxhound in miniature,” and he adds nothing can well be more perfect than the shape of these small dogs. “In Queen Elizabeth’s reign,” says Colonel Smith, “the fanciers bred a race so small, that a complete cry of them could be carried out to the field in a pair of panniers. That princess had little singing beagles which could be placed in a man’s glove! At present they are about twelve or fourteen inches at the shoulders, stout and compact in make, with long ears, and either marked with a bright streak or spot of white about the neck on a dark brown coat, or white with spots like a harrier, of black and red. They are slow but persevering. and are sufficiently sure of killing their game,”