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agree, and there was a Sunday, too, to come between ; 

 and if I remember right, we had the old 104th Psalm, 

 "My soul, praise the Lord," &c,, for we were old- 

 fashioned people at Milton, and stuck to the Psalms 

 of David and a good but very plain service. Now, I 

 only saw old George " in church " on Sundays, as he was 

 a very proper-thinking man ; and on these evenings 

 I never went in to chat with him, as we might have 

 got on hunting, and it was just as well not. Now, of 

 all the tunes in the psalm- or hymn-books, the old 

 104th was George Carter's delight, and no sooner did 

 it begin than the old man's head began to go, and his 

 rich full voice could be heard, as he threw his tongue 

 and chanted away ; as he expressed himself, " Oh, it 

 were beautiful ! " Now, I won't say it was the effect 

 of the old 104th, but I candidly confess I felt almost 

 inclined to commence the words of that self-same hymn 

 on the Monday morning. As I pulled up at the old 

 huntsman's door, to ride on with him to Stype, I could 

 discern something like a figure in a red coat and cap 

 through the window ; and in a few minutes all doubt 

 was dispelled by seeing him issue forth from the stable- 

 yard in the saddle and in proper hunting costume. 

 Our way was by Burbage Wharf, Savernake Station, 

 and then across the grass towards the reservoir, just 

 above Savernake House, and so across the park for 



