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Lyndon, the whole distance — about a seventeen mile 

 point — being got over in two hours and a quarter. 

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Perhaps no country could give the same amount of 

 pleasure to a man who keeps only about a couple of 

 horses, likes to ride on the grass, and enjoys hunting 

 for its own sake, as the Atherstone under its present 

 administration. Long, slow-hunting runs are entirely 

 Captain Thomson's forte ; and, as 1 said before, he does 

 what few other men ever attempt in a grass country, 

 viz., to walk a fox to death. What a lesson, too, very 

 many huntsmen might take from him in the matter of 

 going to halloas, or rather 7iot going to them, for he 

 decks hunting with a beauty that one seldom sees in 

 Leicestershire, in making his hounds w'ork out every 

 yard, instead of getting their heads up, and exciting 

 them so that they never again put them properly down, 

 and can only kill with the help of mobbing and heading. 

 When a cold, weak scent has to be followed up, and 

 there is no chance of your gallop, the two plans amount to 

 a question of whether you prefer to see hounds hunting, 

 or huntsmen and whips blowing and flogging them from 

 field to field." 



" Sport and want of Spoet in the Shiees." 



TO NICOLAS,* 



WHO WILL NOT ANSWEE ANYTHING. 

 Air: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star." 

 Thinking, thinking vainly, ah ! 

 How I wonder where you are ! 

 All about the world you fly, 

 Like a comet in the sky, 

 While I'm vainly thinking, " Ah ! 

 How I wonder where you are ! " 



* Nicolas Charlton, Esq., a well-known sportsman in Nottinghamshire, 

 Yorkshire, and Leicestershire, between which countries his time is so much 

 divided, that his friends never know where a letter will find him. 



