LIFE OF MYTTON. 157 



Mytton was very much beloved by the labouring- 

 classes within a large circle round his house, and he 

 would enter their cottages without invitation or cere- 

 mony. His horse having fallen with him one day, 

 and broken his knees very badly, he applied to an 

 old woman by the road-side for some linen bandages ; 

 but being unable to furnish anything of the kind, he 

 thus addressed her : " Never mind, my good woman ; 

 bring your scissors here, and cut off the tail of my 

 shirt, and then you may cut up the sleeves of it, 

 which will make capital bandages." On another oc- 

 casion, after having been long exposed to cold on the 

 Hawkestone hills, with hounds, he entered a house 

 near Wem, taking his favourite hunter, Baronet, along 

 with him ; and having ordered a good fire to be made 

 to warm himself and Jiis horse, started for home again, 

 saying they were both all the better for it. He was 

 by no means particular as to what he helped himself 

 or his horse on these occasions ; and is said once to 

 have seriously injured a horse by dosing him as he 

 dosed himself — with wine ;* while he started a fashion 



• It is stated by a correspondent thnt the horse I allude to, called 

 Sportsman, dropped down dead in his gig, in consequence of his owner 

 having given him a bottle of mulled port wine at Wrexham. I knew the 

 horse well, but cannot vouch for the cause of his death. 



