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breeches, and so many tri-colour hounds. 

 Sometimes we have these objects arranged 

 standing at a meet, as if to be photographed. 

 As we gaze, we are sad to think that they 

 will continue to stand till time rots the 

 canvas, and how long time will be about it ; 

 that those wooden hounds will never be 

 thrown into cover ; that the pink-faced 

 huntsman in the scarlet coat will never get 

 the horn, which he clutches in his dog- 

 skinned hand, to his mouth ; and that all 

 those straight-limbed, clean-legged horses 

 will never dash a speck of mud on to those 

 spotless boots and awfully white breeches ! 

 But a more ambitious artist, wrestling with 

 his difficult but popular subject, will make 

 his red-coats leap over insignificant or 

 impossible fences ; he will have his hounds 



