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Cheery and light-hearted ever, it would take a good 

 man to beat that youthful figure across country even now. 



"We will fill him a bumper as deep as yoa please, 

 And we'll give him a cheer ; for, deny it who can, 

 When the country is roughest he's most at his ease. 

 When the run is severest he rides like a man." 



Two Parsons. 



The Rev. G. Robinson, of Irby, a twelve-stone man, 

 was very difficult to beat, and so was Mr. Charles Cary 

 Barnard, a cousin of Lord Yarborough, and once Vicar of 

 Bigby, who hunted with Lord Yarborough's hounds from 

 1853 till about 1870, and is still living, and who, in some 

 chatty letters to the writer, had many anecdotes of by- 

 gone days to relate. He was out on New Year's Day, 

 1868, the day after a grand ball at Brocklesby, when 

 hounds ran from Roxton Wood through Stallingborough, 

 and killed their fox in the Grimsby docks. The drains 

 took a lavish toll, and J\[r. Barnard was one of the 

 victims, so that he did not arrive in time to see the fox 

 demolished. He remembers that Lord and Lady Yar- 

 borough, Mr. Henry Chaplin, and Mr. (now Lord) 

 Heneage, were out that day. It was on this occasion 

 that the late Mr. W. Wright, of Wold Newton, rode his 

 horse over one of the lock gates. Mr. Barnard says that 

 he was told in 1866, by an old man at Immingham, 

 whose mother was nursemaid to his grandmother, that at 

 one time all the drains in the marsh were jumped by the 

 Hunt, but he says that they must have been smaller than 

 they are now. Of that I am certain, for several of the 

 main drains are absolutely unjumpable, and if one's horse 

 gets in you are not certain to an hour or two when you 

 are going to get him out. All the main drains have 

 hunting-bridges over them at intervals now. 



It is curious to hear from a man who remembers 

 Grimsby a little fishing village, and who speaks familiarly 



