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Lawrence, Welbore Ellis, and Charles Fuller. On 

 returning to town on the 7th, I was greatly distressed 

 to hear my old friend Spencer Lucy had died on the 

 previous day, while I was shooting pheasants, totally 

 ignorant that he was so much as ailing, pneumonia 

 having carried him off in three days while on a visit 

 to Christopher Tower at Weald Hall, Brentwood. On 

 the 11th I, with very many others, was present at 

 his interment in the Charlecote vault. The Squire's 

 old mare " Maggie," who had carried him so often and 

 so faultlessly over the hills of Corrour during many 

 seasons of deer-stalking, drew him to his last resting- 

 place, and the faithful creature quite seemed to know 

 what had happened, for I never saw an animal look 

 more dejectedly downcast. 



Then came days at Balls Park and Hall Barn, with 

 one at Wotton with Mr. Evelyn and another at Maple- 

 ton with Henry Faudel Phillips. On the 16th, 17th 

 and 18th we had an extra good "go" at Hall Barn, 

 the guns being Willie Lawson, Brydges Willyams, Count 

 Miinster, the late Sir John Astley, Portman Dalton and 



