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or out of it, at home or abroad, has been 

 through hfe that of a Launcelot, anxious ever 

 to serve, succour, and defend them to the best 

 of his manly power. "God bless them all!" 

 he might say with Sterne ; " there is not a 

 man upon earth who loves them better than 

 I do." 



Nor has the sentiment been ill-requited on 

 their part ; for no matter in what class of life 

 the maid or matron may be, if haplv she have 

 seen much of his company, her eye will kindle 

 evermore with a look of sympathy and pleasant 

 memories at the bare mention of Russell's 

 name. 



His readiness and ability to help ladies in 

 the stag-hunting field have been already alluded 

 to ; and from the eulogistic terms in wiiich he 

 never failed to speak of a few as " elegant and 

 accomplished horsewomen," who, whatever the 

 pace, were wont to take a brilliant lead and 

 look to no one for help, so long as their horses 

 could gallop and they could help themselves, 

 the writer is sanguine enough to hope that the 

 liberty will be condoned, if he venture to 

 bracket a very imperfect list of their names in 

 company with that of their devoted and 

 staunchest admirer. First and foremost, then, 

 comes Miss Kinglake, now the Hon. Mrs. T. 

 Fitzwilliam ; "one of the best," as Russell 

 writes, " I ever saw, from find to finish, on 



