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friends you have only to require his services to appreciate that none can 

 compare with "the doctor." The following extracts are from a letter 

 from a keen fox-hunting cousin of Dr. Love's who was then enjoying some 

 good sport in France. It was dated " Hotel Continental," March loth : — • 



" I have been very lucky seeing sport here. Yesterday we ran an eight-year-old wild boar 

 for two-and-a-quarter hours with Prince de Joinville's hounds. Twice the boar swam a broad 

 river, and once took to a lake, where we headed him, and saw 35 hounds (out of 40) follow 

 him. One tackled him and was badly wounded. The Duke of Chartres tried two rifle shots 

 at him as he came out without effect. Charging the hounds he wounded several, but in 

 another half hour was brought to bay in a wood, stood two more shots and got away again, to 

 be finally shot in a stream. All the wounded dogs had to be attended to before they 'broke 

 up ' the boar with the usual ceremonies. Cor de chasse music, skinning, making believe alive 

 to hounds, &c., took an hour. The liveries are like old Watteau pictures, and I never saw 

 such magnificent weight-carrying hunters, Dublin show winners, &c. The woods here are 

 very intricate, but lots of fine sound gallops, much used by the Chantilly Race Stud. You can 

 gallop for five miles in a straight line. On Saturday saw a fine stag shot in lake after an hour's 

 run with Duke de Grammont, and on Thursday one killed in open at Forest of Hallate (Count 

 de Vallon's), after a gallop of two-and-a-quarter hours, mostly through open forest, the huntsman 

 having to stop and go for a fresh horse. Saw everything — deer trotting, beat before pack, at 

 bay, held by hounds, and finished by Master (who gave me a foot) with dagger sword. Have 

 also seen others taken by Duke of Chartres' pack.' 



