lOO LIFE OF MYTTON. 



given to break their banks in more ways than one, 

 I have said, he was often a great winner ; but he 

 would demolish the entire apparatus if he suspected 

 any unfair advantage to be taken of himself, or of 

 any other person in the room. At Warwick races, in 

 1824, he and his companions not only broke a rouge- 

 et-noir table to atoms, but gave the proprietor of it 

 and his gang a sound drubbing into the bargain. He 

 was once, together with some others, surprised by the 

 Mayor of Chester, in the act of playing hazard, in a 

 room hired for that purpose, on the Sttnday evening 

 previous to the races ; but on seeing his Worship enter 

 he put his winnings into his hat, the hat on to his 

 head, and then walked away unnoticed, being taken 

 only for a spectator. He was losing heavily one 

 night at Chester, when he turned very faint. "Take 

 him away," said somebody, " he's too drunk to play." 

 " No, no," answered a friend at his side; "wash his 

 mouth out and give him another chance." They did 

 so, when he not only won all his money back, but a 

 good stake to boot. 



I have spoken of Mytton as a shot, and I believe 

 no sportsman need be superior to what he was at one 

 time of his life. For myself, I only knew him as a 

 game shot, as the term is, never having seen him with 



