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upon women. Having said tliis, 1 cUire say no more, hut 

 will get to my subject. 



Are you tired of Braunston Gorse ? I am not, nor are 

 most of us here, while foxes take the vale, and we in turn 

 escape the narrow but bottomless brook. For a full 







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Braunston Gorse 



twenty minutes above the gorse we palpitated in the hot 

 sun till the guiding star of our fate was seen to glance 

 across the green distance, and the old cheery play began. 

 How we bridged the brook and scattered over the blest 

 arena of Flecknoe is a matter of detail I need hardly 

 recount. There was a furious scent, and hounds turned 

 into the wind, turned into ii till thev brought the old 



