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to leave the peaceful and happy scene. Fair 

 and graceful, however, as the landscape is in 

 the region of Windsor, Frank Goodall must 

 have been more than a philosopher if a twinge 

 of envy did not seize him as he viewed the 

 sparkling brooks, the ferny combes, and the 

 open, heathery wastes of Exmoor, so attractively 

 romantic, and, above all, so suitable to the 

 chase of the wild red deer ; and on comparing, 

 as he must have done, these rough and almost 

 trackless hunting-grounds in the west with the 

 fair and cultivated enclosures enriching the 

 valley of the Thames, how ardently he must 

 have longed, on behalf of the latter, for a touch 

 of old Nature as he saw her then, in her 

 russet and untrimmed garb, in the solitude of 

 the glens, and the grand, sweeping moorlands, 

 "immeasurably spread" around him! 



But it was far from Russell's object that 

 his guest should moralize in such fashion ; he 

 brought him there to enjoy a good day's 

 hunting ; but that, unfortunately, Mr. Bisset 

 and his hounds were, for a w^onder, unable to 

 show^ him. So many deer were on foot in 

 Horner Wood, that, when at five p.m., 



"The antlered monarch of the waste" 



did at length vouchsafe to exhibit his royal 

 head to the public, he soon managed to beat 

 the pack by a change in the depths of Badge- 

 worthy. Consequently, the sport, on the whole. 



