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without touching a covert and without a check. The 

 hounds slept that night in the kennels at Bowden Inn, 

 where Lord Sefton, who then hunted the Quorn country, 

 kept his pack. 



Writing of Mr Warde as a sportsman in the year 

 1824, 'Nimrod' (Mr C. J. Apperley) says, 'I met Mr 

 Warde's hounds again in the neighbourhood of New- 

 bury. When mounted on his hunter, and in the midst 

 of his hounds, I could not help looking at him with 

 admiration, when I considered that I had before me a 

 man whose long life had been devoted to fox-hunting, 

 and whose character as a sportsman has always stood 

 so high ; whose name is every day quoted as an 

 authority for some rule of conduct in the kennel, or as 

 the author of some witty saying or pleasant joke ; and, 

 as I before observed, as a real sample of old English 

 blood. My brother sportsmen will be happy to hear 

 that he looks in high health and vigour, as a proof of 

 which I was told that, being president of his club a 

 short time since, and having, to use the words of my 

 informant, " screwed up his party almost to the top 

 hole," he pulled a fox's head out of his pocket and drank 

 a bumper to fox-hunting. I do not know what weight 

 Mr Warde now rides, but I do not wonder at his telling 

 a gentleman who was out with him that it would be 

 the best recipe for his hot horse. He reminded me of a 

 celebrated character among the Welter weights in the 

 Forest, who, on being asked what he weighed, replied 

 that he was " two-and-twenty stone on the weighbridge^' 

 as much as to say, " no scales will hold me." ' 



John Warde was blest with a wife who keenly sym- 

 pathised with his tastes. Once, during his Mastership of 

 the Craven, things were so bad and he was so hard 



