MR. J. CORBET— 1810. 89 



On giving up his hounds, Mr. Corbet was presented 

 with a very magnificent Silver Vase, by the Warwickshire 

 Sportsmen, in testimony of their gratitude and respect. 



Some time about the year 1807-8, the meet was at 

 Warwick Park. Mr. Corbet rode his favourite grey, and 

 we have seldom witnessed a more splendid Field than was 

 assembled on that occasion. The Master was in high 

 spirits, and conversed with those about him with his usual 

 good humour and affability. As they were drawing the top 

 part of the wood that falls down to the New Water, a 

 young hound gave tongue to hare ; Mr. Corbet detected 

 the error in an instant, and a whip cantered off in search 

 of the delinquent. At this moment a carriage approached 

 from the verges, containing some ladies and two or three 

 fine healthy boys. They were soon understood to be Mrs. 

 Corbet and family. The little fellows amused themselves, 

 at times, by playing with the brush of some gallant old fox, 

 several of them hanging in view in different parts of the 

 carriage. — venator. 



Mr. Corbet's forbearance and kindness were prover- 

 bial, but not more so than they merited. One day the meet 

 was at Wolford Wood, and having sent their hunters on to 

 the cover, Mr. Corbet, Mr. Holyoake, and Mr. Stubbs, 

 had a chaise from the White Lion, Stratford, to Shipston, 

 where their hacks met them. The driver was directed to 

 wait for them at the George Inn, but it was late before they 

 returned, which afforded him an opportunity of taking more 

 grog than was at all consistent with the rules of the new 

 Temperance Societies ; in fact, as Peregrine Pickle said of 

 his Tutor, he had ' drank himself into a state of sweet 

 intoxication.' The gentlemen, not being aware that their 

 saddle-bumper had got ' just a drappie in his e'e,' seated 



