FOX HUNTING. IO3 



of the party gets out to read the inscription. 

 Here Hes buried Mr. Lewis' favorite fox hound. 

 He is a famous breeder of these animals. 



^ ' HIC JACET 



'SLASHER. 



'mortuus calendis februarii, 



'mdccclxxv. 



'et eg canum venaticam meliorem 



nunquam videre speramus.' 



"trophies of the CHASE. 



"The road in front of the Rose Tree is cov- 

 ered with vehicles of every description, from the 

 four-in-hand of a dashing' young lover of sport 

 from Bryn Mawr, Mr. Mather, who brings a party 

 of friends, to the modest top buggy that shelters 

 my friend and myself. Everybody gathers in the 

 club room, and members produce keys that open 

 mysterious lockers, from which that is taken which 

 will enable old and young to struggle with the 

 heat. 



"A thin old gentleman with a long gray beard 

 comes in. Everybody rises to greet him. Eight}- 

 years have passed over his head without destroy- 

 ing his liking for sport, a passion than which there 

 are few stronger in the human breast, since its 



