THE REV. JOHN RUSSELL. 171 



Monkey with hounds, and in a good temper, 

 would jump any ordinary five-barred gate ; but 

 otherwise wouldn't rise at a fender. " Had I 

 granted his request," said Russell, "the horse 

 would have broken Peter's neck to a dead 



certaintv." 



For years afterwards the Irishman, on his an- 

 nual journeys to England, never failed to include 

 in his pack a few silk pocket-handkerchiefs of 

 the blue bird's-eye pattern, which he brought 

 especially for Russell's use ; and it was with 

 no little difficulty that he could be persuaded 

 to take payment for those articles, so devoted 

 an admirer was he of Russell and his hounds. 

 And so well known to the hawking fraternity 

 in Ireland was Russell's name, that not five 

 years ago — forty years after Peter Dougan's 

 date — the former overtook two Irishmen near 

 South Molton, and having packs on their backs, 

 he inquired whence they came : " From Ireland, 

 your honour," was the reply; "we landed at 

 Ilfracombe last night." 



"Have you any handkerchiefs of this pattern?" 

 asked Russell, showing them a bird's-eye blue one. 



" No, your honour ; they are very scarce 

 now." 



"Well," he replied, "I bought them from a 

 countryman of yours, Pat Dougan by name." 



" 'Tis Peter Dougan you mane ; and you 

 are Mr. Russell, ef vou had them from him. 



