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every year at Bullerton Town Hall, is unquestionably the 

 most popular institution of the year in the county of Butter- 

 cupshire ; in point of fact, we don't think we should be 

 far wrong in saying that with the fair sex generally it 

 takes precedence, in point of favour, over the former 

 amusement. The men like it too, more especially the 

 dandy element ; the scarlet coat and white silk facings, 

 the recognised Hunt uniform, in their opinion having the 

 effect of making them positively ''killing." It is won- 

 derful how men fancy themselves in a red coat. It is our 

 firm opinion that if everybody was compelled to wear 

 black out hunting, the fields all over the country would be 

 decreased in point of number to a marvellous extent. 

 It's the bit o' pink makes the Nimrod in very many 

 cases, depend upon it. 



The hotels at Bullerton, as may be imagined, are one and 

 all full to the muzzle, especially the Daisyfield Arms, kept 

 by our old friend Mr. Samuel Shrub. That worthy Boni- 

 face is in his glory to-day. Attired in his favourite bottle- 

 green coat, with the black satin stock and diamond pin only 

 worn, as he says, on high days and holidays, and bonfire 

 nights, he bows low to Lady Tozer, as she descends 

 majestically from her carriage, at the door of his hotel, 

 and proceeds with her two daughters to the rooms pre- 

 pared for them. The next minute he is exchanging 

 pleasantries with his great favourite. Lady Tommy 

 Clinker, who drives up in her mail-phaeton, her fond 

 husband by her side as usual. The arrival of that lively 

 gentleman Charles Wildoats, at this juncture, is of course 

 the signal for more chaff — chaff, too, of a most boisterous 

 description, judging from the sounds of laughter emanating 

 from old Sammy's sanctum, whither Ladv Tommy insists 



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