Sir Watkin at Bcdnal. — Atcliam Bridge. 7 



Sir Watkin's, at Rednal, did not equal in tlicir deeds 

 those of Hawkestone. A fox was found and killed at 

 Woodlands, and tlien there was further skirmishing with 

 another in that neighbourhood, finishing up with a scurry 

 from Grig Hill. 



Wednesday at Albrighton, was very propitious, 

 and of foxes plenty. Preston Gubbalds of course pro- 

 duced several, one of which went away to Hardwicke ,in 

 passing which a silly intruder got ehopped, without, 

 however, much delaying the run, which ended in a ring- 

 back to the place of departure, where he paid the penalty 

 of his life. In a small covert Pimhill way, two or three 

 more were set going, but the one upon whom the attention 

 of the hounds was bestowed, proved nnable to stand up 

 before them long before he too was done to death — a very 

 bloody day. 



Thursday was devoted to charity and dancing, and a 

 very brilliant and delightful ball it was. We must leave 

 its description to more devoted lovers of Terpischore than 

 he who wields this pen, merely soliloquising that if 

 Salopians went as fast in the hunting field as they did 

 in the ball room what a cut 'em down lot they would be. 



On Friday morning, time-honoured Atcliam Bridge 

 was a gathering indeed. Despite the utmost opposi- 

 tion of the elements, it did honour to the county, 

 and must have warmed Mr. Lonsdale's heart. Horse 

 and foot, carriages and coaches, they poured forth their 

 offerings to the shrine of Diana as profusely as the rain 

 poured down its torrents upon them. Attingham coverts 

 and park gave a responsive call to to the multitude, in the 

 shape of at at least three foxes, and all honour to Lord 

 Berwick for his support to the good old cause of fox- 

 hunting in his native county. No. 1 soon made himself 

 scarce; No. 2 was prettily found in an island of osiers just 

 below the ])rivate bridge in the park, and kept us well at 

 work for three quarters of an hour round the precincts of 

 the park and grounds, and, when quite on his last legs, 

 managed to save himself by a little diplomacy close to the 

 entrance lodge adjoining Longnor, and I was glad that he 

 was left to fight another battle with the pack, as he showed 

 pluck to-day. The wire netting all round the park is a 

 terrible drawback to a young fox getting away from it. 



Longnor, unfortunately, afforded no amusement to- 

 day. Holly Coppice wound up the evening by producing 



