ABRAHAM COOPER I I 5 



in a line for Mendover. You had a glorious five-and-thirty 

 minutes — only t-so up and yourself, the others on the wrong 

 side of the wood. You felt half inclined to write to the 

 editor for the addresses of the owners of the hunters and 

 hacks, and have them at any price. Then his shooting 

 scenes. You say : ' I recollect finding a cock in such a place. 

 I have seen many a bird fall like that. What a likely place 

 for a pheasant ! Ah, what sport I had with Old Turk, the 

 ferret, and the nets many, many years ago ! The attitudes 

 of the men, how natural ! They all look like sportsmen, too.' 

 Then his hounds, setters, pointers, retrievers, spaniels, and 

 terriers — how life-like ! " 



•' The very dead creation from hU toach 

 Assume? a mimic life." 



Abraham Cooper died in the eighty-first year of 

 his acre, at his residence, Woodbine Cottasre, Wood- 

 lands, Greenwich, on 24th December, 1S6S. He 

 was buried in Highgate Cemetery. The portrait 

 of the artist is taken from a painting by John 

 Jackson, R.A., an engraving from which was 

 pubUshed in the Sporting Magazine of December, 

 1 82 7. It therefore shows Abraham Cooper at 

 about the age of forty, when he was enjoying the 

 zenith of his fame. 



For some of the information concerning the 

 artist's Hfe and work, the writer is indebted to the 

 Dictionary 0/ National Biography, \o\. xii. 



