Dent, a partner in the London bank of Child and Company of Temple Bar, was remembered as an ‘active and useful’ backbencher: so he had been until 1812, but in this period, dogged by declining health, he made little mark in the House.
Dent, who was sarcastically referred to by Thomas Creevey* as one of ‘the best informed people in London’, had saddled himself for life with the soubriquet of ‘Dog’ Dent by proposing a tax on dogs in 1796.
The king’s name is Dog of dogs, so Mr. Canning has put Poodle Byng about them as their chamberlain, and placed their money in Dog Dent’s bank. Very bad jokes and not very dignified in a minister, but he is very much pleased with his own wit.
Arbuthnot Jnl. i. 316.
On a darker note, Lady Spencer told her husband, 6 Sept. 1825:
Dog Dent, poor unhappy creature, has been attempting to put an end to himself by throwing himself off from the cliff near Christchurch. It was not high enough to kill him, and there he is still under the severest infliction of the tic douloureux and quite wild with the torture, and under double guard after his unsuccessful attempt to obtain relief.
Add. 75938.
Later that month he pleaded his precarious state of health as the reason why he would not seek re-election, and he duly retired at the dissolution in 1826.
