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" Tis Darling ! have at him ! we're in for a run ! 

 For the hounds fly together, like shot from a gun !" 



On his sideboard : a handsomely embossed tankard, from the mem- 

 bers of the East Lothian Hunt, previously to the Duke of Buccleuch 

 taking to the hounds. Another very handsome tankard, presented to 

 him by Lord Elcho, ornamented with devices emblematical of every 

 kind of sport, with the following couplet engraved on it, 



" Then pledge me, ye heroes, wliilst everything goes well. 

 In a full flowing bumper — the Laird of St. Boswell !" 



From the gentlemen of the Linlithgow and Stirlingshire hunt, a piece 

 of plate, " as a mark of respect for his talent as a huntsman." 



Wednesday, 13th (January), the frost having disappeared, I met the 

 Duke of Buccleuch's hounds at the kennel, when, strange to say, after 

 trying all the surrounding covers belonging to his Grace, — those in his 

 park, which consists of 800 Scotch acres included, and those of his 

 neighbour, the Marquis of Lothian, to boot, — not a tongue was thrown to 

 a fox, during the whole day's draw. I very much regretted this, as I 

 was mounted on one of the very cleverest hunters in Scotland ; a brown 

 horse of Mr. Burn Callander's — whose name at this moment escapes me. 

 But although I have nothing in the way of sport to remind me of this 

 day, the recollection of it can never be effaced. 



I had this day an opportunity, and the only one during my stay in the 

 country, of speaking, from personal observation, of the Duke of Buc- 

 cleuch, as a landlord, although I have already given my readers to 

 understand, that those sympathies which unite landlord and tenant in a 

 bond of reciprocal kindness and good offices, are in full force with his 

 Grace, as indeed they are with most other noblemen and gentlemen of 



