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the same fate. One of the best of them declined when I cut it, about six 

 miles from the finish. 



I call Mr. Hay a capital horseman. In fact, no man need ride better 

 than he did, in every one's ojjinion, when his hounds hunted Warwickshire — 

 very straightforward and very quick. 



Mr. Boycott, of Rudgehall, Shropshire, was for many years a very 

 leading man in Warwickshire, in the early period of Mr. Corbet's hunting it. 



Mr. Charles Boultbee, brother of Mr. J. Boultbee, of Baxterley, near 

 Atherstone, a clipping rider of a great weight. There are but few Charles 

 Boultbee's. 



Mr. Hugo Campbell was a leading man in Warwickshire in Lord 

 Middleton's time. 



Mr. F. Charlton, a superior sportsman in his day, was also a regular 

 attendant, for many years, of the Warwickshire. 



Mr. Henry Williams — better known as Harry Williams — son of the 

 General of that name, is a proper dare-devil over a country, and a very good 

 rider withal. The last time I saw him was in Warwickshire, about six years 

 ago, when he was going in his usual dread-nought style. But do I not 

 remember seeing his father do the same thing ? To be sure I do, as the hard 

 riding " Hai-ry Williams of my boyish days, and to whom I looked up, I fear, 

 with more reverence than to any other being, because I had heard that he had 

 swum the river Severn, when bank-full, after hounds." General Williams 

 was, however, one of the best as well as boldest riders of his day in Shrop- 

 .shire and the counties ueighboui-ing to it. 



Mr. Charles Gould, son of the late Colonel of the Notts militia, and 

 nephew of the late Lord Dormer. He is an excellent horseman, with 

 plenty of nerve, and has shown much judgment in selecting young horses, 

 and perfecting their education as hunters — no bad test of hand. 



Mr. Holland also distinguished himself for the last ten years over 

 Warwickshire. All who saw that fine run with Mr. Hay, from Lighthorue 

 Rough to Edge Hills, can speak of his excellent pei-formances on that day. 

 But he is a hard and good rider. 



Mr^ Sheldon, of Brailes, son of the late R. Sheldon, Esq., of Weston, 

 that perfect sam])le of an old English gentleman, is one of the best "War- 

 wickshire lads,"' and a good sportsman withal. 



Mr. J. Hawkes, of Snitterfield, used to say, " Warwickshire can't show 

 a run — there's no room in it." But I am hapjjy to say I saw this harmless 

 conceit once taken very fairly out of him. We found our fox one day — and 

 let those who know the country follow me — at Walton Wood, Sir J. Mor- 

 daunt's, and, passing over the fine lordship of Lighthorne, Long Itchingtou, 

 and Ufton, killed him at Watergall House, about a mile and a half from 

 Soutliam. Mr. Hawkes rode Featherlegs that day, but he, as well as a very 

 large field, with the exception of three, were beaten out of sight for the last 

 four miles. "Now, then, Mr. Hawkes " (said Mr. R. Canning to him when 

 he came up, raising his A'oice to the highest pitch), " can Warwickshire show 

 a run ? " A finer than this could not be seen, for we had but two momentary 

 checks, and, after the first mile, over grass. 



Now what shall I say of the late Mr. Hancox, so many years in War- 

 wickshire, and one of the best horsemen there ? Why, he did not see one 

 run in ten. Who put his horse to a fence in a more workmanlike style ? 

 No one. And yet, having a bad eye to hounds, and persisting in taking his 



