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Anthropophagi, of whom probably she never heard. 

 Now, the poorest farmer seldom complains of 

 suffering from a pack of foxhounds in his 

 neighbourhood, for the moment any damage is 

 represented he is amply reimbursed, and is often 

 a gainer by the circumstance. 



But we are not to admit, as many imagine, 

 the foxhunter returns home so jaded and fatigued 

 that the moment he has had his dinner he falls 

 asleep in his chair, and with short intervals 

 continues to do so for the evening. No, no ; 

 foxhunting has now become short, sharp, and 

 decisive. The master often gets home by three 

 o'clock, and after the luxury of ablution in 

 a warm or cold bath, dresses for dinner, 

 then feels as alert as he did when he met 

 his hounds at the covert side at half-past ten 

 or eleven. Probably in the drawing-room he 

 finds some invited guests. To such of the male 

 sex as he may know would be interested by the 

 subject, he states the events of the morning, in 



