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in "the flow of soul," than "the feast of 

 reason," took, on one festive night, so active a 

 part in the matter of bidding for his neighbours' 

 property that, on awaking next morning, he 

 found himself in possession of a "string" of 

 nags which, as his groom was heard to say, 

 " he no more wanted than a cat wanted two 

 tails." 



Another gentleman, the Rev. Thomas Carew, 

 father to the present Squire of Collipriest, at 

 the end of one meeting lamented to Russell 

 that he had not a horse left to ride home on : 

 "I came here," he said, "with six useful horses ; 

 and now I'm left with a pocketful of money, but 

 without a single horse : I should like to buy 

 them all back again." 



Russell, as before stated, preferring early 

 rest and an unclouded brain for the full enjo}^- 

 ment of the morrow, rarely remained in the 

 guest-chamber to a late hour ; nor could the 

 most pressing reqyest prevail on him to take a 

 hand at whist at these meetings, or indeed on 

 any other occasion. " I've no money to lose 

 myself," he would say, "and should be very 

 sorry to risk injuring my neighbour by winning 

 his." But if there was one festive attraction 

 which he could not resist, and which fairly 

 glued him to his seat, it was that of a hunting 

 song — and if trolled forth by that most hearty 

 and genial of men, Walter Radcliffe, of Warleigh, 



