Old Bob Luther. 45 1 



wide open, knee breeches, short boots, and generally 

 pipe in hand. " Robert is an immortal" said the 

 United men, although his hair grew greyer beneath 

 the rusty velvet, but they reckoned him up wrongly. 

 Inflammation settled upon his lungs in August, 1862, 

 and he kept trifling on with it, in defiance of his 

 doctor, and so the strong man bowed his head at 

 last. An hour or two before he died he sent for 

 Bumper and two or three more of his best hounds to 

 his bed-side, and they were almost the last objects on 

 which his eye rested. The pack reverted on his death 

 to Mr. Frank Beddows ; and Mr. John Harris, who 

 had acted with Mr. Amiss as amateur whip to 

 them, took poor " Robert's" horn. 



