HUNTS WITH JORROCKS 



as some ingenious gentleman has interpreted 

 their mild melody. The rooks, indeed all the 

 birds, were busy primroses opened their yellow 

 leaves, and the wood anemone shot into life 

 and wild luxuriance. The broom was parched 

 and the gorse sun-burnt. 



After many days of declining sport, including 

 two or three after the old customer, the follow- 

 ing ominous paragraph at length appeared in 

 the Paul Pry, under the head of 



'HUNTING INTELLIGENCE. 



'Mr. Jorrocks's hounds will meet at Furzy 

 Lawn Turnpike, on Wednesday, at nine o'clock 

 precisely.' Significant notice! Another 'last day' 

 about to be added to the long list of ' last days ' 

 that had gone before. The old-stagers sighed 

 as they read it. It recalled many such notices 

 read in company with those they would never 

 see again. The young ones said it was a 'pity,' 

 but consoled themselves with the thoughts of 

 a summer in London, a yachting or a fishing 

 season. The would-be sportsmen who had been 



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