192 Four-in-Hand in Britain. 



is anything to rave over as an illustration of the wisdom 

 or the goodness of God. Let us eat, asking no ques- 

 tions, but trusting that some day we shall see clearly 

 that all is well. Meanwhile I give up coursing, fox 

 hunting, and pigeon shooting as unworthy sports, and 

 never again will I kill a deer in sport. I once saw the 

 mild, reproachful eyes of one turned upon me as it lay, 

 wounded, as much as to say : " I am so sorry it was 

 you who did this." So was I, poor innocent thing. It 

 is years since I saw that look, but it haunts me yet at 

 intervals. It is one of the many things I have done for 

 which I am ever sorry. 



Too much fishing ! It is no use to try to give you 

 the good things of Izaak Walton, for it is with him as 

 with Shakespeare. Two volumes of his " beauties " 

 handed to gentle Elia. " This is all very well, my 

 friend, but where are the other five volumes ? " We 

 must get out of Dovedale — that is clear. Allojis done ! 



Our stage to-day was to Chatsworth, twenty-four 

 miles, where our Fourth of July dinner was to be cele- 

 brated. As we passed Ham Hall we stopped, sounded 

 our horn, and gave three cheers for the squire who had 

 been so kind to his " American cousins." 



Our luncheon was beside the pretty brook at Youl- 

 greaves, on the estate of the Duke of Rutland, and a 

 beautiful trout-stream it is. We could see the speckled 

 beauties darting about, and were quite prepared to be- 

 lieve the wonderful stories told us of the basketfuls 



