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and Mr. William Nicholson of Wlllough- 

 ton. They both rode in well-weathered 

 scarlet and hunting-caps. Mr. Carnley 

 would ride his fifteen miles to cover, and 

 hunt all day, not distressing himself much ; 

 but let hounds run towards Torrington of 

 an afternoon, and see if he wouldn't be 

 there ! He was one of the cleverest at 

 a tricky place I ever saw. Old Lord 

 Henry always asserted Mr. Nicholson 

 was the best man he ever set eyes on to 

 hounds. 



Speaking of hunting-caps, what a com- 

 fort they are compared to the abomin- 

 able pot-hat ! but nothing else is admis- 

 sible now, and you must be fashionable or 

 you are nowhere, especially in this metro- 

 polis of hunting, where it is terribly 

 infra dig, to evince even the least enthu- 

 siasm after anything. If you have had 

 the run of the season, the most you may 



