CONCLUSION. 



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the proffered glass of his wife's ale; the sullen remark 

 of " I suppose you won't come any more this turn," 

 forms the whole of both salutation and adieu from 

 that disapproving quarter. All this is anything but 

 conducive to quiet and satisfactory feelings, and by 

 drinking the pleasures of life to the dregs, we totally 

 defeat the object with which they ought always to be 

 pursued. As we draw nearer to home, these con- 

 flicting reminiscenses and visions seem to dwell more 

 forcibly upon our fancy, and as the fleeting echo of 

 the last blast of the horn dies away upon the ear, as 

 we approach the kennel for the last time, this painful 

 idea rushes across the mind, shall I ever again enjoy 

 this most enchanting of all recreations? this most 

 noble and manly of all pursuits; shall I ever again 

 read in this 



" Table wherein all my thoughts 

 Are visibly character'd and engraved ?" 



or must I exclaim when I turn my face away, as the 

 door is shut upon the unwilling steps of my lingering 

 companions, — 



FAREWELL. 



