i86 MEMOIR OF 



whose names let me add that of George 

 Templer, of Stover ; such a trio they were as 

 the world has rarely seen together in the 

 hunting-field. 



"On our return from the hills one evening, 

 Mrs. Smith, our hostess at the Ship Hotel, 

 where we were staying thus accosted me — 



" ' If you plaise, Mr. Rissell, that old scamp. 

 Squire Tamlyn, as they call 'en, hath a been 

 down here to forbid you from hunting over his 

 property. Now hearken to me, sir, and us'll 

 tackle 'en, as all sich varmint ouft to be tackled. 

 Ask 'en to come here and dine with 'ee to- 

 morrow, and w4ien he'th a sot down comfortable 

 afore the fire, give the t'other gentlemen a wink 

 to leave the room, and I'll come in quietly behind 

 'en, seize his both arms, and then do you wallop 

 'en over the face and eyes till he sings out for 

 mercy. I'll never let 'en go, mind, till you've a 

 finished with 'en ; and that I'll promise ye.' 



"At this point I ventured to remonstrate 

 with her, urging, first, that it would be a gross 

 breach of hospitality, and then that a summons 

 for the assault would be sure to follow. 



" ' But,' exclaimed the woman, * the magis- 

 trates shan't get a word out of me to convict 

 you, sir, if he doth get a summons ; and what's 

 more, I'll tell 'em two or three such pretty 

 stories about 'en, as he won't like to hear ; 

 and there the matter '11 end.' 



