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quainted with that famous ride. But now Edmonton 

 gains as much fame perhaps from having been the resi- 

 dence of Charles Lamb as from Cowper's humorous poem. 

 A few miles further on and we are at Enfield Highway, 

 and in the neighbourhood of that celebrated Chase 

 where once our kings and queens used to disport them- 

 selves, but where now the jerry builder and the credulous 

 agriculturist who believes in small holdings labour day 

 by day. James I. was here hunting on an extremely 

 wet day, on his royal progress up to London, and 



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The George and Vulture, Tottenham. 



curiously, as it seems to me for such an acute sportsman, 

 was much disconcerted by the showers. I had thought 

 that a southerly wind and a rainy sky realized the 

 hunter's ideal ; but I suppose that James's padded saddle 

 got wet, certain it is that he broke up the hunt long 

 before he had a chance of breaking up the stag, and 

 retired to London in the worst of moods. And I hope 

 the Earl of Northumberland, who rode on his right hand, 

 and the Earl of Nottingham who rode upon his left, 

 properly appreciated their positions. 



