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week, to add a leaf to the rapidly-increasing Pytchley wreath, 

 and to mark a winter notable for scent and sport. In the hasty 

 pencillings of an after-dinner sketch, the following names come 

 readily most or all of whose owners were well in the run, 

 and who will well serve to illustrate a Pytchley field of 1889. 

 Others there were of course, but memory is a feeble staff to 

 lean upon, and especially feeble when the morrow is demanding 

 preparatory rest Lord Spencer, the Duchess of Hamilton, Lord 

 Braye, Lord Erskine, Mr. and Mrs. Cross, Mr. and Mrs. Dalglish, 

 Mr. and Mrs. Sim son, Mr. and Mrs. Kennard, Mr. and Miss 

 Ozarnikow, Mrs. Byass (notably to the fore on her chesnut 

 Harlequin), Mrs. Garnett, Miss Howard, Mrs. Fender, Miss 

 Langham, Miss Naylor, Mrs. Jones, Mr. and Miss Hanbury, 

 Miss Hargreaves, Miss Gilchrist, Majors Cosmo Little and 

 Williams, Captains Atherton, Middleton, Orr-Ewing, Williams, 

 Messrs. Atterbury (2), Adamthwaite, Bentley Bishop, H. Bourke, 

 Budd, Cassell, Cazenove, J. A. Craven, Close, H. Craven, Cooper, 

 G. Cunard, Douglass, the veteran Elkin and son, Ford, Foster, 

 Gee (J. and G.), Greig, Goodwin, Gilbert, F. Hanbury, Harford, 

 Hibbert, Hip well, Jameson, D. Leigh, Loder, Mills and three 

 redoubtable sons, Muntz, Onslow, Parnell, Rhodes, Schwabe, 

 Sheriffe, Stevens, Wheeler, Wroughton. 



Thursday, Dec. 19. The Warwickshire at Long Itchington 

 and another gallop, as I will race the postman to tell. They 

 had chopped a fox in the morning at Debdale's thorny sbolah, 

 and had found a second in the newly restored covert of Saw- 

 bridge the farmers about which are bent upon having foxes 

 in their midst, let times be what they may. And it is a district 

 indeed for the game this beautiful Warwickshire vale level 

 and wild, grass growing and slenderly inhabited. But with to- 

 day's fox we could do little except tumble about this chiefly 

 by reason of a trebly built hedge-and-ditch-compound surviving 

 from some past century. But it was a Grandborough farmer 

 who rode it into shape for us as he is ready to do wherever 

 occasion demands. From the Welsh Road Gorse the run came 

 off a run that for direction reminded one strongly of a prece- 



