150 ZU Wcnslcpdale l^ounds 



Tliere was a real, good old sporting parson 

 who delighted in the music of the hounds ; he 

 always came down in the evening to ascertain the 

 time and place of the meet, and, although he was 

 rapidly approaching sixty, he never failed to put 

 in an appearance punctually at the hour fixed. 

 He was very kind to the many little farmers in 

 the district, and when they wanted any assistance 

 he would gladly give them all the help he could 

 in the way of overlooking their rates and ass- 

 essment papers, etcetera. This mostly was on 

 Saturday evening, in the little inn in the valley. 

 I have heard a story that on a Sunday following 

 one of these evenings, he went to sleep in 

 church during the singing of the hymn before 

 the sermon. After a long silence some of 

 the congregation became very uneasy, rising in 

 their seats and commencing to put on their over- 

 coats. The clerk noticing this, ascended the 

 pulpit steps. Finding him asleep he awoke him 

 with " Hey, hey, they're off, sir, they're off ! " 



"What, Charles," replied the parson, "they're 

 off, eh ? ; well, then, fill 'em again." 



