THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING; 227 



This Letter began by a digression in favour of huntingj 

 it will end with the opinion of a Frenchman, not so fa- 

 vourable to it. This gentleman was in my neighbourhood, 

 on a visit to the late Lord Castlehaven, who, being a great 

 sportsman, thought he could not oblige his friend more, 

 than by letting him partake of an amusement which he him- 

 self was so fond of j he therefore mounted him on one of 

 his best horses, and shewed him a fox-chase. The French- 

 man, after having been well shaken, dirtied, tired, run away 

 with, and thrown down, was asked on his return, " Cojji- 

 ** ment il avoit trouve la chasse r"' — * Morbleu ! Milord,* said 

 he, shrugging up his shoulders, * voire chasse est une chasss 

 * diabolique* 



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