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second makes a mistake, and the last is 

 sometimes amusing. I have heard remark- 

 able language proceed from the mouths of 

 M.F.H's., and heard them scream, bellow, 

 and yell, sometimes with some cause, some- 

 times without. We can forgive it when it is 

 the froth of enthusiasm. A friend of mine 

 told me he heard a Master say to himself 

 under his breath, while he watched his 

 hounds eating their fox after a good run, with 

 keen longing in his eyes, " Lucky devils. 



Now why the can't I do that ? " 



When following the same hounds, I heard 

 a whip slanged by one of the field for not 

 getting a gate open quicker. " Well, you 

 are a blank fool," said the critic. " And so 

 would you be a blank fool if you was called 

 one every ten minutes." But unhappily the 



