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(First). Mr. Ouare is an enthusiast. He is a born harrier 

 huntsman from the sole of his foot to the crown of the neat 

 velvet cap which so often stands him in good stead when he is 

 boring his way through a scratchy fence. A great lover of 

 hounds, and a great judge of them. He is a most successful 

 breeder, and he has brought the pack, with which the late Mr. 

 Vigne and the present Master of Puckeridge were so closely 

 connected, to the very pink of perfection, and they can not only 

 hunt but can kill their hares faster than most packs. Did they 

 not kill five at Sutton's a week ago (nearly driving the head 

 keeper wild, I am told, at losing so many of his pets). — N.B. — 

 Wright always has liked hares better than foxes. 



Another reason. No day is too long for Mr. Ouare, no 

 weather too rough, no field too large, no muster too small. 

 From daylight till dark he hunts his pack, and a sportsman 

 every inch of him. he is the bean id^al of the farmers, for, if 

 there is one man more than another a farmer esteems, it is a 

 sportsman born and bred, and born and bred a true sportsman 

 is Mr. Quare. Coming of a sturdy yeoman class, owners and 

 occupiers of land for many years in the Roothings of Essex, 

 no man can more fully enter into a farmer's feelings. No man 

 is more ready to study their interests in preventing damage to 

 crops and fences. 



The third reason you shall have, as I promised, by-and-bye. 

 It had been whispered abroad, and the secret lost none of its 

 force in the constant repetition, that some of the wild forest 

 foxes were to be bolted from some of the forest strongholds 

 on Saturday last — subsequent to a meet at Birch Hall, Mr. 

 Gerald Buxton's house on the forest borders. No wonder, 

 then, that such a large assemblage came together to see the 

 fun : Sir T. Fowell Buxton and Miss Buxton, Miss T. Buxton, 

 Mrs. Clarke, Mrs. Redwood, Mr. J. G. Pelly, Miss Pelly, 

 Major Ricardo, Capt. Wood, Mr. Gregory, Mr. H. Sworder, 

 Messrs. W. and A. Sewell, Miss Marjorie Sewell, Mr, Tossetti, 

 Mrs. Bennett's pretty little flaxen-haired girl — by-the-bye, what 

 a very pretty picture those two children made riding about the 

 forest together, and taking the jumps that came in their way 

 when we got into the open country ; the one, Miss Marjorie 

 Sewell, with her raven black tresses falling in heavy masses 

 down her shoulders ; the other, the little princess. Miss Bennett, 

 with her luxuriant flaxen locks — as free as the wind, as happy 

 as birds, these innocent babes in the wood — Mr. and Mrs. 

 Cummins, Miss Savill, Mr. W. S. Horner — who, unluckily, 

 before the day was out had his face badly cut through his horse 



