1856] THE REV. WILLIAM S. MILLER. 237 



Eoad, past Kingston House, pointing for Harbmy Heath, 

 but headed back to Itehington Holt, towards Knightcote, 

 tiu-ned to the left by Old Town and Bishops Itehington, 

 and was lost between that place and Harbury Heath after 

 a good hunting run of two hours and a haK. 



From the Leaminfjioii Spa Courier, Nov. 29th, 185G : 



A good clay's sport was shown ou Monday last by tlie hounds. The meet 

 was at Ufton Wood, and a good innstei- of the lovers of the chase were 

 present. A fox was found, and broke towards Radford, where he gave them 

 the slip, and got back to Ufton Wood, where, when the hounds were put iu 

 again for another fox, he was killed. After some delay another broke covert 

 at the Itehington end, and was killed in Thorpe Rough. This makes eighteen 

 and a half brace killed this season. They then trotted to Debdale, where a 

 gallant fellow was found, and gave an excellent thirty minutes rim. He went 

 away towards Leamington Hastings, where he crossed the Learn (a regular 

 choker, none but the master having taken it),* and was lost near Fraukton 

 Wood. 



We are indebted to the Rev. William Miller for 

 hunting notes from his diary during the next few years. 



Nor think this jovial pi'iest so wrong, 



He had an honest heart, sir ; 

 His life was worthy of my song, 



He knew no fraud nor art, sir. 

 He ne'er distressed, or poor oppressed, 



His prayers tliey did abound, sir ; 

 He thought no crime, at any time. 



To tally-ho the hounds, sir. 



Old Song, SpoHing Magazine, 1810. 



Thursday, January 1st, 18.57. — Met at Shuckburgh and rode Lady 

 Morville fourteen miles to covert. Had a good run of forty-five minutes to 

 Fawsley. Her ladyship cai-ried me very well,t and has the making of a very 

 good hunter in her ; rode her sixteen miles back again to Radway. The day 

 was beautiful — mild and bright. 



From the Leamington Spa Courier, January 17th, 1857 : 



Stratford Hunt Ball. — This town is so haj)pily situated as to be the 

 centre of a large aristocratic circle. This singular good fortune has given it 



* I was staying at Birdingbury once, and I walked down to the river, and spotted 

 the place. I should say it was eighteen feet of clear water. — W. E. V. 



t I ouce rode over Mr. Miller close to Gulliver's Osiers, at a double. His mare 

 never rose a yard, blundered on to the bank, and then scrambled oiit of the second 

 ditch. " I am very sorry, William," I said, " I rode so near you, bat I thought your 

 mare would get over better than that." " 0»i the contrary, Walter," he answered, 

 " my mare jumped it most beautifully, and you should not ride so near." Silence was 

 golden.— W. R. V. 



