THE REV. JOHN RUSSELL. 209 



"Even in fox-hunting, the number slain is 

 everything ; and owing to the number of foxes 

 bred, how seldom do we see a run of ten 

 miles from point to point, much less the 

 fifteen or twenty of olden times ; I have long 

 thought the nimiber spoils the sport. 



"When, let me ask, will Lord see 



such a fortnight as was once seen at Chulm- 

 leigh ; when with Carew's and Russell's hounds, 

 in twelve consecutive hunting-days, the shortest 

 runs were twelve miles from point to point, as 

 the crow flies ? 



"But, in those days, five and twenty brace 

 killed by a four-day-a-week pack was voted 

 enough. Now, forsooth, if ' my lord ' cannot 

 count sixty brace of noses on his kennel door, 

 he is miserable." 



Then, the nightly meetings after the day's 

 sport was over, Mr. Trelawny describes with a 

 few happy and graphic touches : — 



"It would not be easy, nowadays, to muster 

 at a fox-hunting dinner such men as the two 

 Russells, father and son ; Sir John Rogers 

 (uncle to the present Lord Blachford), George 

 Leach, George Templer, and the late John 

 Bulteel. The pointed and playful sallies of 

 wit, with which the two ' latter enlivened the 

 meetings, combined w4th the racy anecdotes 

 and classical combats of Mr. Russell, sen., and 

 Sir John Rogers, who kept the ball going with 



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