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cried out, *' Come up, Cicero ! " His well-known 

 voice had at once the desired effect, but Cicero's 

 rider, by whom the performance was not intended, 

 left his seat vacant, fortunately without any other 

 result than a roll upon the grass. 



Sir John E. Eardley-JVilmot. 



"Good Sport" ^^ <^ <^ 



Burghclere, near Newbury, Hants, 



Tuesday [Evening], Oct. 30, 1821. 



AT the end of this scene of mock grandeur 

 and mock antiquity I found something more 

 rational — namely, some hare-hounds ; and, in half 

 an hour after, we found, and I had the first hare- 

 hunt that I had had since I wore a smock frock ! 

 We killed our hare after good sport, and got to 

 Burghclere in the evening to a nice farmhouse in 

 the dell, sheltered from every wind, and with 

 plenty of good living ! though with no gothic 

 arches made of Scotch fir ! 



Wednesday, October 31. 



A fine day. Too many hares here ; but our 

 hunting was not bad — or, at least, it was a great 

 treat to me, who used, when a boy, to have my legs 

 and thighs so often filled with thorns in running 

 after the hounds, anticipating with pretty great 

 certainty, a " waling " of the back at night. 



William Cobbett. 



Wells and Maiden ^i> <s> •<^ 



WELLS was a huntsman of the old school, 

 whose like is seldom seen in these degenerate 

 days. He appears to have adopted the maxim of 

 the old Cornish huntsman — " Master finds horse. 



