THE WARWICKSHIRE HOUNDS. 205 



This shows the folly of the old system of bleeding. It Appendix C, 



is the rarest thing in the world now for a hunter to die 



of over exhaustion in the hunting field. When my 



father got back to Compton, where he was staying, he and 



my uncles dined at a small table, the large party in the 



house having nearly finished dinner. The late Sir Hugh 



Williams asked many questions anent the run, and when 



my father said that they had killed him, got up and 



waving his napkin over his head shouted, *' Victory ! 



Victory !" Old Lord Willoughby who was not much 



of a foxhunter, though a staunch preserver, said ** Sit 



down Hugh," and looking up at the old naval picture 



by Loutherbourg of the battles of the Nile and 



Camperdown, added," Why you make as much fuss 



as if England's navy had won a great Victory. " The 



late Rev. H. C. Knightley, of Combroke, was also out 



and of course reached the end. He had also a dinner 



party who waited dinner for him, such stern stuff 



were host and guests then made of, till 10 p.m. The 



head of this old fox was preserved in a glass case in the 



Muniment Room at Compton Verney, and was viewed 



with the greatest reverence and respect by my brother, 



the present Lord Willoughby, and myself, for many 



years. Alas ! it has disappeared for ever. 



I may mention another run which has often been 

 spoken of to me by the present Sir Charles Mordaunt. 

 It occurred in the second mastership of the late Mr. 

 Spencer Lucy, and was from Ladbroke to Eydon 

 Gorse in forty-five minutes. In another run which 

 took place in Mr. Lucy's mastership, in which he 

 carried the horn himself, Worrall being away or un- 

 well, I had the good fortune to participate. He got 

 away after two short rings from Shuckburgh Hill and 

 ran to Welton Place in forty or fifty minutes. From 

 thence over the Kilsbury Tunnel and perfectly 

 straight in the direction of Market Harborough to 

 within three or four miles of Husband's Bosworth. I 



