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LEAVES FROM A HUNTING DIARY 



Moor Hall, and over the rough field to Heathen Wood and Down Hall, 

 where we lost. 



Matching Park blank at 4 p.m., and a pleasant jog home in the 

 twilight with the brothers Ball brought a very nice day to a close. 



Mr. Peel's c(iucstrian adventures would hll a volume, and a 

 very interestino- one it would prove, could he be prevailed upon 

 to write his riding' reminiscences. I can only recall one equally 



Archibald Peel on " Foxhall " 



ardent fox hunter o( his years whom I ha\-e met in the hunting- 

 field, and that was the late Sir William FitzHerbert, in Derby- 

 shire. Mr. Peel is one of the most encouraging- examples to 

 the middle-aged lover of fox hunting of the possibility, though 

 perhaj3s only to the few, of pre.serving one's nerve into the 

 seventies, and riding with the dash and boldness of a youth of 

 twenty-five. Mr. Peel sticks at nothing; directly hounds begin 



