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NOTITIA VENATICA. 



the sullen remark of " I suppose you won't come any more this turn," 

 forms the whole of both salutation and adieu from that disapproving 

 quarter. 



All this is anything hut conducive to quiet and satisfactory feelings ; 

 and hy drinking the pleasures of life to the dregs, we totally defeat the 

 object with which they ought always to be pursued. 



As Ave draw nearer to home these conflicting reminiscences and 

 visions seem to dwell more forcibly upon our fancy ; and as the fleeting 

 echo of the last blast of the horn cUes away upon the car, as we approach 

 the kennel for the last time, this painfid idea rushes across the mind — 

 Shall I ever again enjoy this most enchanting of all recreations — 

 this most noble and manly of all pursuits ? Shall I ever again read in 

 this 



" Table wherein all my thoughts 

 Are visibly character'd and engraved ?"* 



Or must I exclaim, when I turn my face away, as the door is shut upon 

 the unwiUing steps of my lingering companions — 



" FAREWELL " ? 



* "Two Gentlemen of Verona." 



London: Printed by Josopli Kogerson, 'M, Norfolk-street, Strand. 



