102 FOX HUNTING. 



Stir in the world and about whom many queer 

 stories have been told or written. 



*'One of the staunchest supporters of the Rose 

 Tree Hunt is old Mr. Howard Lewis, the wealthy 

 paper manufacturer, who, despite his seventy years, 

 charges a stone wall with the youngest of them. 

 A number of the party called on him before pro- 

 ceeding to the Rose Tree, where he soon after- 

 wards joined them. His owning in land is about 

 a thousand acres of hilly country. His mills are 

 on his place, and the cottages of his hands within 

 a stone's throw of 'the great house.' It is a semi- 

 patriarchal arrangement, with which everyone 

 seems satisfied. A few years ago Mr. Lewis won 

 a steeple chase against some of Philadelphia's and 

 Chester's crack riders. He rides at 150 pounds 

 — *tcn stun ten,' as the English have it. He drives 

 back from the Rose Tree on moonlight nights and 

 tools four horses along the steep, narrow road 

 through his grounds to the house without a mis- 

 hap to spoil the record, for he is as good a whip 

 as he is a rider. Lewis made the paper on which 

 the Herald was printed thirty years ago. 



"A few kind words and a parting glass. 

 Everybody shakes hands with Mr. Lewis, who 

 waves us all adieu as our horses breast the hill. 

 At a turning, half hidden in the foliage, we see 

 what seems to be the headstone of a orrave. One 



