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who \varned him before starting of her dream. The 

 next inheritor of the title, the son of this last mentioned 

 Sir Watkin, and great-grandfather of the present 

 Baronet, was also a sportsman, and kept a pack of 

 hounds, but his chief delight was the drama. He 

 married a Somerset, and died in 1789. Then came his 

 son, the great Sir Watkin, as he was called in his day. 

 He rode eighteen stone, and knew no fear. Some good 

 stories are extant of him, especially about him and his 

 pad groom, Tom Penn. Nimrod tells an amusing story 

 of how Penn used to rule his master. One day. Sir 

 Watkin and the Hon. Philip Pierrepoint were travelling 

 together, and passed the former's stables in Oxfordshire. 

 *' We shall see the horses," said Pierrepoint. " Of 

 course," said Sir W^atkin. *' Well, Tom," said the 

 Baronet, after alighting from his carriage, *' how are the 

 horses?" ** The horses are w^ell enough. Sir Watkin, 

 but I am very hilly " What ails you ? " '* Damnationist 

 pain in my side, I ever had in my life." "I should 

 like to see the horses." " You can't, they have been 

 shut up these two hours." The Baronet and his friend 

 had to pursue their journey ungratified ! Tom Penn 

 was afterwards killed by a fall out hunting. This Sir 

 Watkin married a Clive, and met his death also from 

 the effects of an accident, being thrown out of a 

 pony carriage in the grounds at Wynnstay. It was 

 during the lifetime of this Sir Watkin, that foxhounds 

 in a regular form were first kept in the Wynnstay 

 country, by Sir Richard Pulestone, of Emral Park. I 

 think w^e may take it that harriers had been the prevailing 

 delight of former owners of Wynnstay, although, no 

 doubt, they diversified the sport pretty often by hunting 



