26o iRiMno IRccoUectious anb Unit Stories 



Colonel Forester was a wonderful man for his 

 age over Leicestershire, as till quite lately — in fact, 

 only last season, when in his seventy-third year — 

 he was going great guns. Not many have had 

 more falls than he has had during his sixty years' 

 hunting, and he always was much handicapped with 

 having to ride in spectacles, and all sorts and sizes 

 of straps — he sprained all the muscles of his 

 thighs years ago. I think I should be right in call- 

 ing him the " Father of the Hunt" when he is out 

 with the Belvoir, as I think no one now alive has 

 hunted so long and so regularly with these hounds. 

 Colonel the Hon. Henry Forester always lived at 

 Egerton Lodge with both the late Earls of Wilton, 

 and I am glad to see Mr. Pry or and Lady Wilton 

 still keep up the old custom. He still has his rooms 

 and his small stud of hunters kept at Egerton Lodge 

 as of yore. 



It was my good fortune to be a favourite with 

 the late General Burnaby, whose great delight, 

 after leaving the busy life of London, where his 

 military duties kept him the whole of the summer 

 season, was to be amongst his tenants, inquiring 

 after the Ouorn foxes. He was one of the very 

 best of preservers. Nothing annoyed him more than 

 to see his own covert close to the fine old mansion at 



