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poetry in sport." He pays mo, too, the compli- 

 ment of saying' that '' I seem to entertain a g'cntle, 

 kindly feeling for every living creatm-e, wild or 

 tame ; " and then he quotes, in -page 77 of his work, 

 the tale, as told by mo in my ^' Heminiscences," 

 of my foxliomid Harrogate, not ''Champion" nor 

 '' Challenger," as he thought the name might be, 

 and the curious affection and sagacity shown to a 

 lady and her carriage, after Harrogate had been 

 transferred from Harrold Hall to the Grafton 

 Kennels. 



To me it has ever seemed that there is poetry 

 in every action of life if rightlu X^^^TSited, To 

 people who only see one side of everything, and 

 tliat from their own peculiar narrow-minded point 

 of view, there is always a dark spot on which to 

 pinch with their lo1jstcr-like claw (like to the limb 

 of that excellent fish solely in pinching pro- 

 clivities), and nothing can escajDe their blundering 

 bite. Thus an old idiot, who prefaced his bad 

 stylo with the cognomen of ''Doctor," in order 

 to depict the sportsman or master of hounds, wrote, 

 that " so profane and cruel were we all, that in 

 the names of our sporting dogs and hounds we 

 selected devilish appellations, — heathenish, hellish, 



