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chase. Although now in the eighty-second year 

 of his age, so unusual a sight as Russell upon 

 wheels attracted, of course, universal attention 

 among the large field assembled at the meet ; 

 some of whom jumped at once to the conclusion, 

 not an unnatural one too, that the long distance 

 to cover on horseback, just twenty five miles, 

 had at length become too much even for him ; 

 others, with more humour, but with little ground 

 for their advice, prescribed a- list-shoe, giving 

 him a broad hint that, if port wine were his 

 liquor, the sooner he put on a muzzle the 

 better. 



An old stag-hunting farmer, however, wiiose 

 feelings were really touched by the spectacle, 

 created no little amusement, as he said, pathe- 

 tically, " Zee ! there he go'th, Passen Rissell in 

 a chaise ; never seed un afore off a horse's 

 back, never. But there, us must all come to't ; 

 yeu can't have tew forenoons to one day." 



Grand and striking, indeed, must have been 

 the contrast to Frank Goodall's eye betw-een 

 the deep, romantic combes of that country and 

 the gentle verdant slopes of Sunning Hill; be- 

 tween the wild, tumbling torrent of the Lynn 

 and the "silver-winding way " of Father Thames ; 

 as, among water-lilies, weeping-willows, and 



"Meadows trim with daisies pied," 



he glides gently and pensively seawards, lin- 

 gering still on his downw^ard course, as if loth 



