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there could not well have been ; a light breakfast was all 

 that he partook of until the day's sport was over, for he 

 never (at any rate until he was sixty years of age) ate or 

 drank anything in the field, and his dinner at the " Hard- 

 wick" was modest in the extreme, consisting, as it usually 

 did, of a chop and a glass of claret! Such another was 

 his great master, Mr. Ralph Lambton, who made it a prac- 

 tice never to touch anything whilst out hunting, and at 

 Sedgefield he would never sit down to dine until he had 

 seen that the hounds were fed, and the horses made com- 

 fortable. Mr. Harvey was fond of telling a tale of his great 

 chief, who, until after the last but one of his terrible falls, would 

 not condescend to carry into the field with him anything in 

 the shape of a " thumb piece." One day towards the close 

 of his career, he turned towards his young friend, and pulling 

 a couple of cakes from his pocket, said, " Come, Harvey, 

 have a bun. My doctors tell me that I must carry buns 

 with me when out hunting, but they can't make me eat 

 them." Advancing years caused Mr. Harvey himself to 

 break in at last to the " sandwich and pocket flask busi- 

 ness," as he termed it, but he always regarded the usage 

 with disparagement, and his only remark as to its utility 

 was connected with an occasion when he was enabled to 

 entirely revive a dead-beaten steed by pouring the contents 

 of a flask of whisky down its throat ! In private life Mr. 

 Harvey was a true friend, a genial companion, with a never 

 faihng sense of humour; in a word he was a fine specimen 

 of a manly and cultivated Englishman, his knowledge of 

 books, the drama, and natural history being both great, deep 

 and widespread. No man was ever blessed with a more 

 retentive memory, and no one had a greater circle of friends 

 in all stations of life. He died on the 6th of August, 1893, in 



