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get him to agree with you on these subjects, but he had 

 his good points, and one was being able to preach a good 

 sermon. 



Mr. Tom Adderley, of Barlaston, was one of the young 

 Staffordshire hunting squires of a genial hospitable type. 

 He kept a pack of harriers for some years at Barlaston, 

 and showed plenty of sport in his own neighbourhood, 

 besides hunting regularly with the North Staffordshire 

 Hounds. Jack Hocknell was huntsman to his harriers, and 

 great fun they used to have. There was no barbed wire 

 then, and not many hunting wickets, and if you wanted 

 to see sport and hounds run you had to sit down and 

 ride, and if you took a toss, take Tom Drake's advice he 

 gave to a friend one day out with the Grafton. The friend 

 was riding a four-year-old, and, the horse taking off too 

 soon, they both came a real ender ; the horse getting away 

 first, the horseman started off to run and catch him. He 

 was told afterwards by Mr. Drake, who saw the fall, 

 " Take my advice — never get up and run after a horse, or 

 no one will catch him for you, but lie on the ground and 

 holloa, and then some one is sure to come to your help." 

 This advice is worth rememberino;. 



Mr. Thomas Cartlich, of Woore, was another of our 

 good old sportsmen, and did as much as any one to pre- 

 serve foxes in the Woore country. A farmer complained 

 to him that a fox had taken some of his fowls. He quietly 

 remarked, "You should rear a few extra for them." On 

 one occasion the late Lord Shrewsbury, grandfather of the 

 present Earl, finishing his day's sport at Woore, and wish- 

 ing to go to Maer, Mr. Cartlich suggested he should drive 

 him, and his Lordship accepted the kind offer. Afterwards 

 Lord Shrewsbury told the story, which amused him very 

 much, of how Mr. Cartlich urged on his animal by remark- 

 ing, " Come up, old horse ; it's not every day you have 

 the premier earl behind you." 



