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his coat. Why, sir, I remember one day the hounds 

 were in Odel Wood — oh, and a fine large cover it were 1 

 — and as I were coming up a ride, as the hounds were 

 running, I see Mr. Berkeley off his horse, and were 

 stooping down. Well, sir, 'twere towards the end o' the 

 season in April, and I thought Mr. Berkeley had met 

 with some accident, or had ' tumbled off,' so I rode 

 up and said, ' I beg your pardon, sir, I hope there be 

 nothing wrong ; ' and he looked up and said, ' Oh, look 

 here, George, at these beautiful violets ; I couldn't help 

 just picking a few to put in my hutton-Jiole! Oh dear, 

 dear, dear 1 and he a-hunting the hounds, and they 

 a-running, and to stop to pick violets ! I was quite 

 ashamed of him. Well, sir, I know'd a good many 

 clergymen, as hunted regularly, and very good sports- 

 men some of them were. Why, sir, there were a 

 Mr. Graves, who were a clergyman, and he kept 

 harriers, that I lived with ; but he weren't much of 

 a horseman. Then there were Mr. Dickins, as you 

 know'd, who afterwards lived in Kent. He had a place 

 called Wollaston Hall, in Noithamptonshire, but he 

 never lived there, poor man ! and I fear lived too fast 

 elsewhere ; but I know'd him, and he comed to stay 

 with Mr. Knatchbull at Cholderton Lodge, and hunted 

 with Mr. Smith, and a very good sportsman he were. 

 Well, sir, I remember once — it were just after Christ- 



