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8th. Started with three men on horses with 

 spades to ride to kennels ; we had to go across 

 fields. When we got to a fence we cleared away 

 the snow and jumped it. 



Last day of the season, 25th April. The worst 

 I ever experienced. Fifteen and a half brace of 

 foxes killed ; twelve to ground. 



Ongoing into the Agricultural Hall ( 1 88 1) during 

 a horse show I saw the Rev. Mr. Inge riding a cob. 

 I stopped to speak to him and went into the com- 

 mittee room. A few minutes after he was supported 

 into the room by two policemen, having had a fit ; 

 he was laid on a sofa and had some tea and brandy, 

 but he could not speak plainly. Fortunately he had 

 kept his carriage waiting and his servant. After a 

 time he recovered a little and I went home with him 

 in the carriage to Cox's Hotel in Jermyn Street. 

 His sister-in-law and her daughter were staying 

 there with him. I asked the servant who was Mr. 

 Inge's doctor. He said Mr. Hay den and he lived 

 in Chapel Street, Belgrave Square. I got into the 

 carriage and went there, and fortunately hit the right 

 house, for I had no number. A young gentleman 

 came to the door. I said, " Does Dr. Hay den live 

 here". He said, "Dr. Eden did live here, but he 

 now lives in Piccadilly ". I went there and found 

 an elderly gentleman dressed for dinner. I said, 

 " I believe you used to attend the Rev. George 

 Inge ? " He said, " Good God ! you don't mean to 

 say that Mr. Inge is still alive ; I have not seen him 

 for seventeen years". I said, " He is alive, but won't 



