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Over the door-way are '* Going out in the morning," with a fox' 

 head, and several smaller things ; and a most amusing print of a *' Lon- 

 don Cabman," of the very lowest description, under which is written 

 " A Palpable." His fare tells him to drive him to the Old Bailey. 

 *' The Old Bailey, sir; vy 1 dusent know sich a place." But, aside, to 

 himself — " Now, vat can he want at the Old Bailey ! !" On the mantel 

 piece is a silver horn, the gift of his brother huntsman, Mr. Codrington. 



In the drawing-room — as in my own — shines the great John Warde. 

 ** The grand Leicestershire Steeple Chase." *' Dick Knight upon Con- 

 tract;" and '^ Going to Cover," from the New Sporting Magazine. *' Two 

 Boxers in attitude ;" several eminent race horses : some good coaching 

 pictures, amongst them the Brighton Age, with the admirable likeness of 

 poor Stevenson. In his lordship's bed-room is the history of Tom 

 Moody, with plates, and several other insignia of the ruling passion for 

 the chase. But to such pictures as these, the sportsman needeth not the 

 history. As Horace says, *' Mutum est pictura poema." 



In my last I merely landed myself at " the huntsman's stall" at Cask, 

 where, at six o'clock. Lord Kintore and myself sat down to our dinner, 

 there being at that time no other visiter than myself in the house. The 

 following day being a hunting day , his lordship confined himself this evening 

 to two or three glasses of sherry during dinner, and a glass of whiskey 

 toddy afterwards, whilst 1 am ashamed to own that besides the two or three 

 glasses of sherry, I put under my waistcoat a pint of champagne and a 

 bottle of stout claret, the only excuse for which must be, the sort of 

 buoyancy of soul one experiences on finding oneself under the roof of 

 an old and kind friend, and a master of fox-hounds to boot, which goes 

 no small way with me. 



