120 MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 



spot, one malignant wretch can make a very 

 hell of passions in fifty little bosoms, and tor- 

 ture his toy wife to the full content of his sour 

 temper. That schoolmaster as completely 

 vulgarized Arvine in my mind as though I had 

 seen a comic singer start out of the ground 

 there, in the complete costume of a tomfool, 

 yelling one of the idiotic staves by which he 

 makes the income of an attorney-general. 



My shooting experiences at the Wisp vary 

 so little, that I do not care to weary you by 

 recounting them. It is extraordinary, though, 

 how I do not tire of eating game. I don't say 

 I could stand perdrix, touj ours per drix, but I can 

 assure you I have devoured canard sauvage with 

 a monotonous persistence that ought to have 

 a psychological result. As for hares hares 

 jugged, hares reduced to soup, hares in stews, 

 hares roasted I have partaken of leporine food 

 to that degree, that I verily believe I should 

 take to my heels at the sight of a greyhound. 

 I shall have plenty of time, however, when my 

 brief stay is over, to correct these consequences 

 of a sportman's diet. But my chief luxury, I 

 confess it, is a negative one. Who is it that 



