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sequence was, when I got back to Sedgefield, I went to bed, and 

 here I had an unexpected pleasure. I fell asleep, and dreamed a 

 dream. I saw in my vision — not heaps of gold, not beautiful women, 

 but — Mr. Lambton's hounds running over the country as I had seen 

 them in the morning. I saw Billy Williamson going at a pace that 

 nothing but the blood of Medusa could maintain. I cannot say, 



" Methonght I heard a voice 

 Sweet as the shepherd's pipe upon the mountains, 

 When all his little flock's at feed before him ;" 



but I could have sworn I heard the whipper-in Bob's " Get away, 

 get away, hounds," quite as plain and in the varmint tone I had 

 heard it in the run. If I could use a pencil, I could sketch Captain 

 Dundas as my fancy painted him — and as he had also been seen in the 

 morning — landing from the top of a steep bank, with his horse on his 

 head, his coat flying up, and his white cords in full view. I'll be 

 bound to say, if any one had been near me, he would have heard me 

 singing out — 



" He is off; no, he's on ; he hangs by the mane." 



I saw Mr. Lambton on Beanstalk, and John Shafto on the little bay 

 horse ; but I did not see Mr. Davison's horse on his back, and his 

 master lamenting over him, like -3Eneas in the storm — {"Duplices 

 tendens ad sideraixdmas, talia voce refert," by G — d he's dead !). The 

 drowsy god permitted nothing to disturb the pleasant workings of 

 my fancy ; so I did not dream of my brother sportsmen in distress, 

 nor of the Derbyshire youth who thought Durham could not shew a 

 run, but whose brown mare thought otherwise ; but I was treated 

 with a sight of Eosamond and Eosemary, " the Captain Jewels of the 

 Cankanet," running into their fox, with their sterns down and 

 bristles up, putting me in mind of the dogs of war. What I should 

 have seen next, I know not ; for a rap at my door to say it was time 

 to dress myself for dinner awoke me from my sleep, and away went 

 those agreeable ideas which Fancy was at that time entertaining me 

 with, and in half an hour after I was in the Club room. 



Pearls in dreams betoken tears, at least so old women have it — 



" There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest. 

 For I did dream of money bags to-night." 



