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he did in gallant style — that his feet might strike them, by 

 their hanging so much below the belly of his mare. Mr. P. 

 had likewise an excellent hand. 



Mr. Sheldon, of Brailes, son of the late R. Sheldon, 

 Esq. of Weston, that perfect sample of an old English 

 Gentleman, is one of the best of the ' Warwickshire lads,' 

 and a good sportsman withal. 



Mr. J. Hawkes, of Snitterfield, used to say, ' War- 

 wickshire can't shew a run — there's no room in it.' But I 

 am happy to say I saw this harmless conceit once taken 

 very fairly out of him. We found our fox one day — and 

 let those who know the country follow me — at Walton 

 Wood, Sir J. Mo rd aunt's, and passing over the fine lord- 

 ship of Lighthorne, Long Itchington, and Ufton, killed 

 him at Watergall House, about a mile and a half from 

 Southam. Mr. Hawkes rode Featherlegs that day, but he, 

 as well as a very large Field, with the exception of three, 

 were beaten out of sight for the last four miles. ' Now, 

 then, Mr. Hawkes, (said Mr. R. Canning to him when 

 he came up, raising his voice to the highest pitch,) can 

 Warwickshire shew a run r' A finer than this could not be 

 seen, for we had but two momentary checks ; and after the 

 first mile, over grass. 



Now what shall I say of the late Mr. Hancox, so many 

 years in Warwickshire, and one of the best horsemen there ? 

 Why, he did not see one run in ten . Who put his horse 

 to a fence in a more workman-like style ? No one ; and 

 yet, having a bad eye to hounds, and persisting in taking 

 his own line of country, his general fate was to be beaten. 

 Speaking of him as a horseman, he was, however, decidedly 

 a srood one. 



