igZ THOUGHTS UPON HUNTING. 



are really fond of it, I must tell you what happened to rhe 

 not long ago: — My hounds, in running a fox, crossed the 

 great Western road, where I met a gentleman travelling on 

 horseback, his servant, with a portmanteau^ following him. 

 He no sooner saw the hounds, than he rode up to me with 

 the greatest eagerness. " ^/r," said he, " are you after a 

 foxf'' — When I told him that we were, he immediately stuck 

 spurs to his horse, took a monstrous leap, and never quitted 

 us any more till the fox was killed. 1 suppose, had I said 

 that we were after a hare, my gentleman would have pursued 

 his journey. 



