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world, Mr. Jackson ; but having on their first appearance OR 

 Ascot-heath race course, attracted the notice and admiration of 

 the Captain, for their apparently enduring qualities, they were 

 purchased by him on the spot ; and, unlike the galligaskins of 

 the poet Philips, 



-"which long withstood 



The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, 



By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) 



An horrid chasm disclose ;" 



are not only still unsubdued by time, but when newly cleaned^ 

 are still fit to appear at any cover in any country. And where is 

 the cover, or what the country, in which they have not appeared ? 

 And where the breed of bucks that furnished the skins of which 

 they were made ? And how were such bucks killed ? for surely 

 their hides must have been bullet proof, if they were all as thick 

 as those which composed the said memorable breeches. These 

 interesting questions I am unable to answer ; but there are the 

 breeches any day to be seen, and the Captain assured us he co n 

 sidered them good for at least ten years to come. 



The fixture for this day was Dunlugas : found immediately ia 

 Mr. Leslie's new cover ; ran very hard down it with a burning 

 scent ; the fox turned short back on his foil ; could not stand it, 

 and died. We were here reminded of the run in the Quarterly 

 Review. "Do you hear a whimper," said I, to Lord Kintore, 

 " like the voice of a dog in a dream ?" It was just this ; it was 

 scarcely audible, but in a second or two, the same hound 

 challenged and the fox was found. How well would it be if man 

 were to use such caution not to throw his tongue until he is sure 

 he is going to speak truth. 



We found a second fox in Burchas-wood. After a ring round 

 the cover he went gallantly away, and up to a moss say fifteen 

 minutes nothing could be finer. Over the moss beautiful to 

 behold ; but no getting near enough to hear their music. Went 

 slap through the moss, however, to Pladie-wood, where he hung 

 a little, and then faced the open again ; but his heart failed ; he 

 headed short back and died. Twenty-seven minutes in all. 

 Lord Kintore got an ugly fall at a brook, but being himself 

 landed, he was up again in a crack, and with 'em before they got 

 out of the same field. 



Taking a peep into his lordship's hunting book, I was pleased 

 with the following passage in the record of this day. " Nimrod 

 out, who rode parallel with me, with his keen sharp eye on the 

 hounds, apparently awake to every turn, and his soul in it? 



