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bring his hounds over and scatter the cubs. It 

 ran thus : — 



" Honor'd Sir, 



" Do ee plaise bring up the dogs first 

 chance ; us a got a fine Utter, sure enough, up 

 to HoUacomb brake. They'm up full-growed, a 

 month agone ; and last night was a week, what 

 must em do but kill Mistiss' old gander & 

 seven more wi' un — her's most gone mazed 

 owing to't — so do ee plaise come up Sir and gi 

 'em a rattle — they'm rale beauties, they be, as 

 ever you clapped your eyes on." 



Russell lost no time in obeying the summons; 

 he went off alone, slept, and kennelled the 

 hounds for the night at Hawkridge Rectory, 

 the hospitable residence of the Rev. Joseph 

 Jekyll, a gentleman pronounced by Russell to 

 be one of the finest and hardest riders in that 

 or any other country ; a direct descendant, too, 

 of the eminent anti-Jacobite judge, and nephew 

 to the witty lawyer of that historic name. The 

 digression may not be an unwelcome one, if an 

 example be quoted of the rare readiness with 

 which the latter could toss off impromptu verses 

 at the spur of the moment ; for Russell is pro- 

 bably the only man who could remember the 

 humorous lines here given, and which, so far 

 as he was aware, were never published. 



Towards the end of last century, Carry Ourry, 

 a great Cornish beauty, and an ancestress of the 



