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of his horse. " Yes, my lord," he replied, " but he 

 is so hot I can hcardly ride him." " Why the devil 

 don't you ice him, then, Mr. Gunter?" was the funny 

 rejoinder. On another day I heard of his lordship 

 having been found sitting under a hedge with his 

 boot off, extracting a thorn from his toe, accompany- 

 ing the operation by whistling a favourite air from 

 Tancredi. The rider who saw Lord Alvanley, and 

 who was himself thrown out, asked him where his 

 horse was. " The Lord only knows ; I have never 

 seen him since he gave me the fall." " How do you 

 mean to get home, then ?" " That is precisely the 

 thing I am most ignorant of, unless, my good friend, 

 you go and get me a chaise ! " 



Among the extraordinary scenes a hunting field in 

 so populous a vicinity afforded, or perhaps the oddest 

 scene, was when a fine stag, covered with foam and 

 stained with blood, entered London by the Regent's 

 Park, and ran the streets to No. 1., I think, Montague 

 Street, Russell Square. 



My brother Moreton and Mr. Henry Wombwell, 

 who whipped in with me, had stopped the hounds 

 outside the Regent's Park, all but two couple, who 

 went at the flanks of the deer pell-mell into the town. 

 I followed them, of course, to see the termination. 

 Women screamed, children cried, men shouted, and 

 horses shied, as the unwonted animal came down 

 the pavement or swerved from the passengers across 

 the streets. " The force of nature could no further 

 go," and the stag was obliged to stop and turn to 

 bay, backing his haunches against the street door of 

 No. L, and looking wildly over into the area, into 

 which I could see he had a mind to jump. I stopped 

 opposite him, when, at the same instant, the dining- 



