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came in a winner, his father delightedly ex- 

 claimed, " Dick, Pm prouder of you at this 

 moment than if you wrote the Bible /" His 

 education was supposed to have been amply 

 provided for when he could hold his own with 

 the hounds and distinguish himself with a gun 

 in the bogs or the stubble. 



The consequence of this hereditary course 

 of training was, that Dick became a dead shot,, 

 and possessed of a wonderful head for whisky. 

 He disposed of farm after farm of his estate,, 

 until at length nothing was left him but the old 

 house, which he stuck to, and an old retainer, 

 Dan Doherty, who clung to his fortunes with 

 a fidelity which might be described as melo- 

 dramatic. Poole of course, from his habits, was 

 not a welcome guest among the county families, 

 though they universally admitted his right to 

 consider himself of their caste. He kept up, 

 however, a custom of visiting the officers who 

 were stationed at a small garrison town in the 

 neighbourhood ; and it was at their mess, to 

 which he was invited, that the circumstance 

 arose, the sequel of which rendered his name 

 a household word throughout the province. 



