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suddenly, overturned the Count, ran fairly away, and was 

 never seen again. 



" Arrete-toi, traitre, arrete, mon enfant. Ah, c'est un 

 enfant perdu ! Allez done a tons les diables." 



Thus ended the Count's chasse. Everybody was very 

 sorry, and nobody laughed, of course ; as for me, by my 

 troth, I will never follow Frenchman's fashion in deer 

 stalking. 



" Capital ! our Parisian friend beats the Italian gentle- 

 man, who exhibited in the forest of Glengarry, all to fits ; 

 though this latter noble was also of a joyous turn, and a 

 complete contemner of Harpocrates. He was posted, as I 

 have heard, at a deer-drive in one of the best passes, with 

 strict injunctions as to concealment; unfortunately, he 

 made a slight mistake between the letter and spirit of 

 the law. It is true he hid his own person very skilfully, 

 but placed his bonnet aloft on a birch branch (the weather 

 being hot), in rather a commanding situation ; at length, 

 feeling somewhat solitary, he began to awaken the echoes 

 by singing Italian airs 



" Eurydice, the woods, Eurydice, the floods, 

 Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung." 



It is needless to tell you that his Excellency had what is 

 termed " a blank day." 



Although a numerous herd of deer had been brought 

 down, something had evidently gone wrong towards the 

 east. The Count had for some time the merit of this 

 failure ; indeed, if he did not totally spoil the drive, it 

 was not his fault. There was another hero, however, who 

 shared the honours with him. It was evident that a large 



