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with all his might and cracking his whip, and I can conceive 

 little ' Mischief safe in high covert chuckling within herself, 

 and saying, ' All very fine, Mr. Jack, but I don't care a straw 

 for your cracked voice ; I shall have my fun out,' " — the 

 proper way being to wait till the young rioter comes out, 

 thinking the coast clear, and then pounce upon her with one 

 or two good dozes of whip-cord. But now the hounds are 

 running in full chorus. 



" Not Handel's sweet music more pleases the ear, 

 Than that of the hounds in full cry." 



SomerviUe. 



A whole litter of cubs is afoot; now " Vanguard " views one, 

 then " Valiant." " Have a care, ' Vanity,' " cries the whip, 

 as the little beggar makes a dart at " Pussy." They are 

 running with a burning scent — 



" Making the welkin answer them, 

 And fetching shrill echoes from the hollow earth;" 



and with the animating cheer of old Squires, the blood in the 

 veins of every true fox-hunter tingles again. " Who-hoop," at 

 last a cub is killed; a great deal of ceremony now takes place: 

 in the breaking up of the fox the young hounds are all 

 collected together, and encouraged by every means to taste 

 blood, and if any promising young fox-hunter is present, who 

 has this day seen his first fox killed, he is blooded also, and 

 must submit patiently to having a pad drawn across his face. 

 Colonel Buchanan has begun the season well, finding 

 plenty of foxes in Lanarkshire, and we hear capital accounts 

 of Renfrewshire, his crack country. We will defer, however 

 giving a more detailed account of the hounds, &c., till after 

 the opening day, which takes place on the 3 1st October, at 

 Houston, when we hope to see going in their old places, not 

 only the tried and keen supporters of tlie Hunt, but also a 

 number of new young 'uns sporting the pink. 



