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pack in Sliropsliire that has equalled them. A good New 

 Year's Day at Cajnham. A run from Pedwardine Wood 

 right into the Radnorshire comitry at Cwmgilla Wood. 

 A grand hunting run from Oaker Gorse to Croft, nearly to 

 Gatley, Birch'er Common, Orleton, to Eye Station, and 

 killed at Berrington, in North Hereford country ; and 

 since then I hear of a great day from Kyre, the particu- 

 lars of which are wanting. How delighted Mr Wicksted 

 must be that he has handed his horn to such a promising 

 young huntsman as Johnson, whom he is able to help in 

 eveiy way. I recommend my friends who are fond of 

 hounds to go and see the Ludlow. 



THIRTEENTH WEEK— January 19 to 24. 



The Earl of Wilton is no more — the gallant Grey de 

 Wilton of a few years back, who always held his own 

 over Leicestershire pastures. He has left no children 

 and rumour has it that Society ]3apers will astonish the 

 world with a romance of how his vast estates have passed 

 into the hands of a noted lawyer and coroner, who once 

 opposed Mr. Disraeli for Buckinghamshire, and how they 

 have been brought back again for a fabulous sum by the 

 family; but I must not rob Truth of such a sweet morsel. 



We have had another broken week's hunting, and 

 much disappointment in the way of scent. Nevertheless 

 a bit of luck favoured some of us on Monday with the 

 Albrighton, at Church Eaton, about three miles on the 

 Penkridge side of Gnosall. Eather a select field turned 

 up, considering that this is undoubtedly their best 

 country. Rheule Coppice was our first draw, and it did 

 not keep us long in suspense, a fine dog fox going away 

 in good style, without any hesitation, over the London 

 and North Western Railway, and, leaving Gnosall on his 

 left, crossed Stafford and Newport main road on the 

 grass and took us over a pretty undulating line, with 

 plenty of jumping, and at a fair pace, through a country 

 I am guiltless of knowing. Then, dropping again into 

 the lower ground, we had some big fences and boggy 

 ditches in our line before we reached Knightley Grange. 

 Here the leading division pushed on through the wood, 

 just in time to see, as they supposed, the whole pack a 



