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their fox, for their pace with a scent was a killing one. His 

 huntsman was the noted Will Barrow, one of the cleverest 

 horsemen England ever saw, although, as a huntsman, he 

 has been excelled. 1 



Mr. Corbet did not shine as a rider to hounds. He 

 was afraid of fences, and therefore never rode straight ; but 

 he was remarkable for his knowledge of the country, and 

 the points his foxes made ; and as he rode good horses, and 

 feared not to push them to their speed, he frequently made 

 his appearance to the surprise of those with the hounds — 

 being seldom absent long after the finish. He was 'game 

 to the back bone 5' and delighted in showing sport to his 

 field. In short, he was everything that a Master of fox- 

 hounds should be, barring the lack of more nerve in the 

 saddle. Like the view-halloo of his huntsman, his good- 

 humoured laugh was delightful ; nor under any circumstan- 

 ces, was the well-bred gentleman laid aside. 



Before we state what Warwickshire now is, it is neces- 

 sary to say what Warwickshire once was. In Mr. Corbet's 

 time there was a club of gentlemen at Stratford-on-Avon, 

 remarkable for conviviality and concord. During the many 

 years it existed, a quarrel was unheard of amongst its 

 Members ; and every other Thursday it was cheered by the 

 presence of Mr. Corbet. 



The Hunt was also then in possession of its Woodlands, 

 since divided among others ; neither must the gay doings at 



1 The view-halloo of Bill Barrow was musical and cheering to a 

 degree never surpassed, neither will it ever be forgotten in Warwick- 

 shire. Lamentable, then, is it to relate, that after hunting a pack of 

 foxhounds for upwards of 20 years, and never many hundred yards 

 from their sterns, in chase, this gallant horseman and trusty servant 

 broke his neck in the service of the present Mr. Corbet, whilst 

 hunting his pack of harriers, having been handsomely provided for by 

 his late worthy master, in his will. 



