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remember, as George Carter was a very upright man 

 himself, he could not stand anything that he thoroughly 

 disapproved of in any one else. There lived in the 

 Tedv\-orth country — the exact locus in quo is imma- 

 terial to this memoir — a rather peculiar sort of 

 being that one meets with about once in a life- 

 time, and that once too often — a man who ought to 

 have been a shining light in society, but who had 

 thoroughly thrown himself away. He had a great 

 taste for field sports, and knew a good deal about 

 hunting, as well as other matters, but from some reasons, 

 best known to himself, kept pretty much aloof from 

 his fellow creatures. Still, a man must occasional^ 

 have some one to speak to, and the gentleman in 

 question, after a time, tried to become acquainted 

 with the retired huntsman ; but the old man quickly 

 found they were not cast in the same mould, and he 

 did not encourage any intimacy. I knew all about it. 

 as he opened his mind to me pretty freely on this as 

 well as other matters ; and one evening, on my paying 

 my usual visit to the old huntsman's parlour, I found 

 my "kennel" already occupied, and the new guest 

 sitting there, but I saw the old man was not altogether 

 happy in his mind. I made my visit short on some 

 pretence or other, and on meeting my old friend the 

 next day he instantly alluded to it, and said the 



