102 ROYAL ROCK BEAGLE HUNT. 



L. R. Stevenson, nine years behind him, and J. W. Macfie, ten years, wliile 

 C. T. Dixon is twelve years in arrear. We all hope that these three good 

 members will kee[) in the running, though we nearly lost Stevenson in 1893, 

 he having sent in his resignation, but happily recalled it at the last moment. 



Newton has always been a good sportsman, though never a great runner 

 with the beagles. For many )-ears he has had an excellent bit of shooting in 

 the neighbourhood of Ormskirk, where he has spent his Saturdays during the 

 season. He often came out with the beagles in " Ould King's" time, but of 

 late years we do not see him so often as we woukl like. A\'e have a portrait 

 of him in the Raby group. 



i\Iany of the charitable institutions of Liverpool feel the good service of 

 T. Banner Newton. He was Honorary Treasurer to the Children's Infirmary 

 for many years, and the Savings Bank has been long under his management. 



Scptintu5 Xe^vvaut). 



" And then go to my inn, and dine with me." 



Comedy of Errot s., net /, scene 2. 



This "fine old I'^nglish gentleman" was a member of the Royal Rock 

 Beagles in 1S62, and for many years remained in the club. Most of the 

 present beaglers only knew him in his capacity of host, as it was his custom 

 in the later )ears of his life to have a luncheon meet once a season, at the 

 beautiful place he had built at Frankby. Here, in the large enclosed space 

 of moor and mere, were plenty of hares, and a whole afternoon's hunting 

 could be had without crossing the boundaries. Most of the hunting could 

 be witnessed from the lawn in front of the house, and here, after luncheon, 

 some of the older and less active beaglers would assemble, refusing to budge 

 all the afternoon, notwithstanding the noble example of their still older 

 Master (King), who tramped after his hounds in his usual indefatigable style. 

 It is to be feared that Mr. Ledward somewhat encouraged these delinquents, 

 as he liked to have a chat about old times with his cronies. The mere at 

 Frankby, vvhen frost stopped hunting, was a place of resort for frozen-out 

 beaglers, Mr. Ledward making them welcome for skating, and hockey on the 

 ice, a game which is now called by sporting authorities " bandy," and which 

 under the circumstances is the next best thing to beagling. 



To ?\Ir. Ledward belongs the credit, as enlarged upon in a previous 

 chapter, of having induced Colonel King to become a volunteer, and he 

 always retained a strong interest in the force. 



We never go on Frankby now, mainly because Greasby and Thur- 

 staston, in the immediate neighbourhood, afford us better meets, but Mr. 

 Ledward will always remain in our memory as a good friend to beaglers. 



