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round and caught hold of a twig, to which he clung. I 

 said, ' Sir, your Royal Highness will perhaps give him 

 another barrel, as he is hung in the boughs.' Bang, 

 bang, bang, bang, went his Royal Highness, with four 

 more shots at him, and missed him every time. ' More- 

 ton,' said I, 'just give that dead bird a barrel from 

 where you stand ; he won't fall out of the tree from this 

 direction.' Up went my brother's gun, who hated 

 killing the game, with such a look of contempt at me 

 over the thumb of his trigger hand ere he took his sight, 

 that I could hardly maintain my gravity. He killed the 

 pheasant, and as he did so muttered to me, ( You 

 might as well have left him for a breeder ! ' 



I remember assembling once in the vestibule at 

 Cranford ; Sir George and the late Sir Horace Seymour 

 were of the party, and the late Duke of St. Albans was 

 my guest. We were just ready when the Duke asked 

 me to wait for a moment till his servant came. The 

 servant arrived, bringing to his Grace a silver salver on 

 which lay a black silk handkerchief, very neatly and 

 narrowly folded. The Duke took it, turned to a glass, 

 and began to adjust it over the left eye. 



'What on earth are you at?' I asked. 



' I've heard,' said the Duke in a most solemn manner, 

 ' that you have a great deal of game ; so I thought it 

 would save me much trouble to tie up one eye, as I 

 always shut one eye in taking aim.' 



We burst out laughing ; and the servant with the 

 handkerchief was sent away." 



At the age of sixteen Grantley was presented by the 

 Prince Regent with a commission in the Coldstream 



