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agreeable Cornishman, who was always on the 

 move, wandering about from place to place, and 

 never at home, complained to him that he did 

 not feel at all well, and that he thought he 

 should go away for change of air. 



"Then," said Russell, "go home." 



Had he studied the rules of " Lacon " all his 

 life the pithiness of his advice could scarcely 

 have been more complete. 



In 1876 he again paid a visit to Sandringham ; 

 but this time there was no *' dancing the old 

 year out and the new year in." "The Prince's 

 time is so occupied," he wrote, " by a house full of 

 foreign grandees and other magnates, that I wonder 

 he can find time to pay, as he does, the most 

 minute attention to all." Among these Russell 

 found himself little at home, and of course saw 

 less of his royal hosts than on the former happy 

 occasion. He left, however, in high spirits ; the 

 Prince promising to come down and enjoy a day 

 or two with the Devon and Somerset staghounds, 

 and see the red deer hunted in his native wilds. 



But when the season for that sport had at 

 length arrived, and Nature was now clothing 

 the deep-wooded glens of the moor in varied 

 and glorious apparel, burnishing the golden 

 furze, the ruddy heather, and even the fern-clad 

 rocks of Watersmeet with the loveliest of 

 autumn hues ; and now, when the " stag of 

 ten," rudely wakened by the tufters from his 



