LETTER XIX. 



Our last fixture had now been made in Mr. Slowman's 

 country. The day was propitious, and our lucky star in 

 the ascendant. We found our fox early, and had a 

 capital fifty minutes, and killed him handsomely. This 

 ended our month's hunting in my friend's country. With 

 the exception of one day only, when we ran to ground, 

 we killed every fox we found. " Now, gentlemen," I 

 said, " I must wish you a long farewell. My hounds 

 have forty miles to travel home to-morrow, and although 

 it is still early, I am sorry I cannot draw for another fox. 

 We have finished well, and I always like to leave well 

 alone." All pressed me to draw again, and my friend 

 said it was a slow thing leaving off so early in the day. 

 " Very likely," I replied, " but fast or slow it must be 

 done upon this occasion. I shall not draw another 

 inch." 



We hear occasionally of hounds being out of luck, and 

 not being able to kill their foxes. Some reference was 

 made in BelVs Life of December 28th, 1850, to the bad 

 sport attending the Durham Hunt, and a subscriber 

 adds, that "perhaps some other gentleman connected 

 with the hunt may suggest some remedy for the improve- 

 ment of their sport." It just occurred to me upon read- 

 ing this account, that it might possibly be the case — I 



