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following dav ; and where, of course, they did 

 not find. He hunted on three days of the week, 

 and shot on the others, when he could walk 

 most men off their legs. I never saw him with 

 a rod and line in his hand ; but he was very 

 expert with nets on land or in water. He was 

 the most original man I ever met with. He 

 had an old liver-coloured spaniel called Crack, 

 a wide ranger, but under perfect command. He 

 used to sav he could hunt the parish with that 

 dog from the top of the church tower. You 

 could hear his view-halloa for miles ; and his 

 hounds absolutely flew to him wlien they heard 

 it. Let me add, his hospitality knew no 

 bounds." 



This last tribute to Mr. Froude's memory 

 will remind many a west-countryman of a story 

 which, among the hundred and one related of 

 him, described the reception he is said to have 

 given to his Diocesan, the late Lord Bishop of 

 Exeter. Week after week sundry newspapers 

 had been publishing articles of the most scur- 

 rilous description, headed " Knowstone again;" 

 the burden of which reflected on Froude's mode 

 of life and the lawless acts perpetrated in that 

 parish. These, of course, never failed to reach 

 the bishop's eye ; consequently the stout-hearted 

 prelate, always a friend to be depended on when 

 his clergy were, as he thought, unfairly assailed, 

 summoned Mr. Froude to appear at the palace. 



