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and still more of the pack, I gladly availed myself, in 

 course of my tour this summer, of an opportunity of 

 joining a classical party, upon a visit to both. Being in 

 company with Mr. Barrett, the master of the H. H., 

 Mr. J. T. Waddington, secretary of the H. H., and Mr. 

 Parry, the master of the Puckeridge, we started toge- 

 ther, finding the distance within twenty-five miles of 

 our place of rendezvous, upon an expedition congenial 

 to all of us, including an occupant of the rumble of our 

 vehicle, no less a personage than Richard Foster, for- 

 merly in the service of Lord Foley, and for the last 

 quarter of a century, the respected and most respectable 

 huntsman of the H. H., or Hampshire Hounds. — It was 

 said by a Spaniard of Seville, 



" Qui no ha vista Sevillia 

 No ha vista maravillia," 



that he who had not seen that famous city, had not 

 seen a wonder. Some such idea was that which oc- 

 curred to us, in contemplation of all that surrounded us 

 on our arrival at Tedworth. House, garden,* stud, sta- 

 ble, and — though last, not least — the kennel ; all afford- 

 ing an admirable specimen of what wealth may effect, 

 when regulated by the taste of an English gentleman. 



* I cannot travel so far beyond the limits of my purpose, as to notice those 

 matters which might well serve for a separate work. The garden alone might 

 afford a treatise on horticulture. There is an extent of glass rarely to be seen 

 in private forcing-houses, providing an abundant succession of grapes for every 

 day throughout the year. 



