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ten miles from York. We hunted a fox, that had stolen away from 

 one of Sir William Milner's coverts, for some distance ; but owing 

 to a false halloo, and two or three other awkward circumstances, we 

 could do nothing with him. Found again on Askham bog, but the 

 day was very stormy, and. we had not any scent. There was a large 

 field out, several of whom belonged to Lord Harewood's Hunt. In 

 the evening of this day I went to Whitwell to dine with Sir 

 Bellingham Graham, and with the intention of hunting the next day 

 with Sir Tatton Sykes, but was disappointed of my horse. Sir 

 Bellingham also moving off to Norton Conyers as soon as breakfast 

 was over, rather put me to my shifts for something to fill up the 

 morning ; so I determined on looking at Castle Howard, the 

 magnificent seat of the Earl of Carlisle, and one of the greatest 

 Lions of Yorkshire. It was formerly a place of great strength, 

 where many battles were fought — particularly in the reign of King 

 Malcolm, of Scotland, who laid waste this part of Yorkshire, and 

 deluged its soil with some of England's best blood. 



I was given to understand there ai'e some good riders in the York 

 and Ainsty country, exclusive of those I had the pleasure of being 

 known to. Among them I heard the names of Mr. J. Agar, Mr. J. 

 Clough, and a young one of much promise of the name of Smith, a 

 son of Colonel Smith of Placeville. 



Of the huntsman, Naylor, I shall begin with paying him a very 

 handsome compliment. The splendid condition of this pack was 

 not eclipsed by anything of that description which I met with in 

 Yorkshire ; and he has the greater credit here, from the circumstance 

 of his hounds being obliged to sleep out once a-week at least, and 

 sometimes oftener. I shall ever maintain, that, whether in their 

 kennel or in the field, there was a brightness of skin, a liveliness of 

 carriage, an evenness of flesh, and something altogether about the 

 York hounds, which denoted a master-hand at home. 



In the field, although I had but small means of judging of him, I 

 do not think highly of Naylor as a huntsman — certainly not so 

 highly as he thinks of himself. I consider Naylor a huntsman of 

 very average capacity, and particularly so for the time he has been 

 with hounds. However, "there is one glory of the sun, another of 

 the moon, and another of the stars ; " all men are not equal, and the 



