114 The Chase 



others bringing it on, and then throw themselves in 

 at his brush. In the latter days of Joe Smith, 

 Tom Rose hunted them, and for many years after- 

 wards had the whole control over them. He bred 

 them much larger, but never altered their character. 

 He was a fine joyous old fellow as ever cheered 

 a hound, and no one knew better what he was 

 about. Being once asked why he bred his hounds 

 so wild — *'Why!" says he; "I'll tell you why. 

 Nihe days out of ten I am in a wood. Every fox 

 I find I mean to kill, and these hounds are the sort 

 that will have him. An open country and a wood- 

 land pack are different things. What you call 

 a good pack will never catch a bad fox, and as 

 I want to hunt him instead of his hunting ??ie, I think 

 my hounds best calculated for my country." 



In the afternoon when the fly was off them, no 

 hounds would hunt better ; but, as we all know, in 

 the afternoon the bloom is off — then men, horses, 

 and hounds have had their first sweat, and the only 

 one of the party who is fresh is the fox. 



You may hunt him till dark, but if he be good 

 for aught you will never grab him. After the old 

 Duke's death, the late Lord Southampton took 

 them, and Tom Rose continued to hunt them. 

 They were kept much in the same form, and with 

 the same result : in short, he killed his foxes in the 

 woodlands, and they beat him in the open. 



The Druid [H. H, Dixon). 



Admiration ! ^:> «<:> ^:> 



I WAS lately in a company of very worthy 

 people, where we had the Pleasure of a small 

 Consort of^ Musick ; a good hand on the Violin, and 

 a Young Lady [esteemed a top Mistress] sung and 



