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year, were out of his reach by entail, and still remain to 

 his family. Thus it is possible that by the aid of a ten- 

 year minority and barring another Jack Mytton, Hal- 

 ston and its oaks may yet flourish.' But unfortunately 

 there zvas ' another Jack Mytton.' The son and heir (by 

 the second Mrs Mytton), who was an Eton bo\' when 

 his father died, was a true ' chip of the old block ' — 

 generous, high-spirited, big-hearted, open-handed, with 

 an ineradicable craze for spending money. He went 

 the pace as his sire had done before him ; was one of 

 the wildest spirits that met in that haunt of noble mad- 

 caps, the once notorious ' Limmers' Hotel ' ; was known 

 in every sporting ' crib ' in London and Newmarket as a 

 devoted patron of the Turf, the Ring, and the dice-box, and 

 when he had reached the length of his tether, sank into 

 ignoble indigence. The generosity of some old friends 

 of the family, notably Lord Combermere and Sir Watkin 

 Wynn, rescued him from destitution, and provided him 

 with a home, where in modest comfort he ended his 

 days in the spring of 1875, at the age of fifty-one. He 

 had broken the entail with the consent of his son who 

 predeceased him, and his ancestral estate was sold 

 for ^150,000 to Mr Edward Wright, head of the great 

 Manchester firm of Wright & Son. So Halston and its 

 oaks passed for ever out of the hands of the Myttons. 

 whose place there knows them no more. 



