A FEW OK THE lUfiHT SORT GOING TO 1)0 THE RIGHT THING. 



Tlie dew that bespangles each leaf, 

 When Aurora uuveils her bright face, 



Are tears of the night shed in grief, 



Which depart with the joys of the chase. 



CHAPTER III. 



LOUD MIDDLETON THE FAMOUS DITC'HLEY RUN MR. HOLBECH, 



OF FARNBOROUGH RADBOURN GORSE WILL BARROW. 



IjORJ) Middleton became master of the Warwickshire 

 Hounds in 1811, and lie bought Mr. Corbet's hounds for 

 l.:2()() guineas, and it is a curious fact that they fetched 

 nearly the same price for which his horses had been sold. 

 His Lordship had previously hunted in the country when 

 Mr. Willoughby, before he succeeded to his title, and he 

 was well know^n as a good sportsman and a fine rider. It 

 was a difficult matter for anyone to follow Mr. Corbet, but 

 Lord Middleton was singularly well ([ualified to do so. His 

 large fortune, and the liberal manner in which he spent it, 

 showed that he spared no expense, and Warwickshire fox- 

 hunters looked forward to a long continuance of the fine 

 sport which they had been accustomed to enjoy. Soon 

 after having taken the country he gave a dinner at the Sun 

 Rising, Edge Hill, to a large number of guests, principally 



