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was delighted at the slow hunting, which to any 

 one really fond of the sport is a treat, affording an 

 opportunity of judging of the merits of the hounds — 

 a far more important matter than merely being able 

 ti» go at a racing pace. After this, the master tried 

 and tried again ; but, at last, fairly baffled by the 

 elements, he was compelled to give in, dismissing 

 us, whilst expressing his hope of showing better 

 sport on the next occasion. 



This was a trying day for a master of hounds, as 

 the riders pressed far too close on the pack; but, 

 under the circumstances, it was, I think, excusable, 

 for, unless you did keep pretty near them, you were 

 altogether out of the hunt ; whilst at other times 

 the fog Avas so dense that you were in the middle 

 of them before you knew where you were. Thus 

 was our day's amusement abruptly brought to a 

 conclusion, but not before I had seen enough of the 

 Brighton to be able to class them as one of the best 

 packs of harriers, considering the nature of the 

 country over which they hunt, that I have ever 

 ridden with. Mr. Dewe is not only a capital hunts- 

 man, but he is also a first-rate judge of a hound, 

 and spares no trouble to gather a good lot around 

 him. At the close of the season, it is his intention 

 to draft ten couples, replacing them by others 

 selected from several of the best packs in the 

 kingdom. I was glad to hear that the national 

 pastime is more popular than ever in Sussex, and 

 that increased subscriptions will allow of Mr. Dewe 

 hunting next year three days a-week instead of two, 

 as at present. 



If the Brighton tradesmen were ahve to their own 



