MR JORKOCKS 



at for his pains. But here the old adage of ' where 

 ignorance is bliss,' etc., came to his aid, for before 

 he had seen any better country than Surrey, he 

 was impressed with the conviction that it was 

 the 'werry best,' and their hounds the finest in 

 England. 



'Doesn't the best of everything come to 

 London ? ' he would ask, ' and doesn't it follow 

 as a nattaral consequence, that the best 'unting 

 is to be had from it ? ' 



Moreover, Mr. Jorrocks looked upon Surrey as 

 the peculiar province of Cockneys we beg pardon 

 Londoners. His earliest recollections carried 

 him back to the days of Alderman Harley, and 

 though his participation in the sport consisted in 

 reading the meets in a bootmaker's window in 

 the Borough, he could tell of all the succeeding 

 masters, and criticise the establishments of Clayton, 

 Snow, Maberly, and the renowned Daniel Haigh. 



It was during the career of the latter great 

 sportsman, that Mr. Jorrocks shone a brilliant 

 meteor in the Surrey hunt he was no rider, but 



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