SKETCHES IN THE HUNTING FIELD. 



his partners disapprove of it; his wife dreads the 

 casualties which seem so likely to occur when her lord 

 is — as she imagines— flying recklessly over gates and 

 hedges, with now and then a casual haystack or so. 

 He does not seek for " gibbey sticks," like Mr. Joggle- 

 bury Crowdley ; and, in short, the question is extremely 

 difficult to answer. 



I suppose it amuses him and gratifies some small 

 vanity to pose as a hunting man ; and as, with muddy 

 boots and splashed breeches, he leans back in his seat in 

 the train which takes him to Charing Cross, looking as 

 much as possible as though he had been performing 

 feats which an admiring country would not willingly let 

 die, he is for the time — at least he looks — perfectly 

 happy. 



