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let his memory be cherished for the zeal he has shewn in the noble 

 science of fox-hunting ! Keeping a pack of fox-hounds with extended 

 means is a praiseworthy act ; but when those means are limited, it 

 becomes doubly so, as many other gratifications must of course give 

 place. 



Friday, 22nd, wishing to get home by Christmas-day, I was afraid 

 to try the mail again, so got on the box of some coach that passed 

 the house, and arrived at Leeds at nine o'clock, whence I proceeded 

 by the Express to London. 



It was the second of March before I could quit home on my return 

 to the North ; and as the Holderness hounds were my next object, 

 I started for Beverley, their head-quarters, at which place I had 

 ordered some horses to meet me. 



No sooner arrived at the Tiger Inn, in the neat town of Beverley, 

 than I sent my card to Mr. Hodgson, the Master of the Holderness, 

 who, as he was sitting alone, most kindly acknowledged the receipt 

 of it in person. I found him exactly what I expected, for he had 

 been accurately described to me by Sir Bellingham Graham. " Yon 

 must go," said he, " and see Tom Hodgson. He is a very old 

 acquaintance of mine ; one of the best fellows in the world ; a 

 capital sportsman ; in short, lie lives for hunting." He was in 

 the prime of life ; no dandy ; six feet three inches high ; and, as 

 Mat Milton says of a light bellied horse, " carrying very little dinner 

 bag." 



Tuesday, 6th, a non-hunting day. — Breakfasted with Mr. Hodgson, 

 and spent the morning in looking over hounds and horses. In the 

 evening accompanied Mr. Hodgson to dinner at Swanland, the seat 

 of Mr. Sykes, who, I much regretted to hear, paid the debt of nature 

 about six weeks afterwards. Amongst the company, which was 

 numerous, was a West Eiding Baronet, Sir Edward Dodsworth, very 

 fond of fox-hunting, and a staunch advocate for blood to hounds in 

 the morning, and a glass of good Port wine in the evening. 



On our return in the evening we found Lord Mountsandford at 

 the Tiger, who was come for a week's hunting with the Holderness. 

 His Lordship was in just the right trim to receive us. He had taken 

 his bottle of Champagne and ditto of Claret ; and was in the act of 

 lighting a cigar to top everything up with, when we entered the 



