JANUARY 25 



but there must be limits to accommodation for them. 

 They are not worth killing, unless you have a fancy for 

 badger hams reputed a delicacy in Ireland or enter 

 into a contract to supply a shaving-brush maker. But 

 it is good to hunt them, says Mr. Pease, not only 

 because it is stirring, invigorating sport, which takes 

 you to the woodland early and late, but also because 

 hunting is the only thing that will preserve a fine 

 animal from extinction. Paradox this, as some may 

 think, but the author quotes the parallel of fox-hunting. 

 No foxhounds, no foxes; it is only fair hunting that 

 can protect the badger from the fate which almost 

 inevitably awaits him now when he is caught that of 

 being taken to a town to be brutally and repeatedly 

 baited. 



It is good to hear Mr. Pease dilate, with all a York- 

 shireman's zeal and science, on the points and qualities 

 of a good terrier 



1 What thousands of little curs there are called terriers 

 and fox-terriers that will no more go down a fox-earth than 

 go up a chimney ! How many thousands of the best of 

 these, however finely shaped for the show-bench, that have 

 no more idea of their profession and the duties for which 

 Nature made them, and from which they derive their name, 

 than the man in the moon.' 



How few there are that deserve the encomium pro- 

 nounced, in exquisite dialect, by the old shoemaker on 

 one of the author's dogs which had thrown six big 

 rats over her shoulder in half as many seconds: 'Si' 

 the, lads ! Worry's t'yan fer pickin' t'wick out on 'em ' 



