LIFE OF MYTTON. ji 



a very expanded chest — height, about five feet nine 

 inches ; weight, varying in the last twelve years of 

 his life, from eleven to thirteen stone. 



I should think the best battle he ever fought 

 was in 1826, with a countryman — a Welsh miner— 

 who offended him by holloaing the harriers of Mr. 

 Nicholls, of Crumpwell, near Oswestry, to a fresh 

 hare, when they were on the scent of the hunted 

 one, and on the point of killing her after an 

 extraordinary run. The miner told him he would 

 find him " a tough un," which he did ; but after 

 twenty rounds he cried, " Hold hard, enough." 

 And now appears Mytton in his true character. 

 The hunted hare being eventually killed, he gave 

 the miner ten shillings, told him to go to Halston 

 and get " another bellyful," and to order the hare 

 to be cooked for dinner that day. 



Never was constitution so murdered as Mr. 

 Mytton's was ; for, what but one of adamant could 

 have withstood the shocks, independent of wine, 

 to which it was almost daily exposed ? His dress 

 alone would have caused the death of nine hundred 

 of a thousand men who passed one part of the 

 day and night in a state of luxury and warmth. 

 We will take him from the sole of his shoe to 



