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have been much less than four miles ; but it was done in 

 fifteen minutes — Capt. Featherstonhaugh and Mr. Samuda 

 conspicuous in front, with the huntsman half a field behind 

 them. The hounds ran the length of the wood as fast as they 

 could get through it, out at the bottom, past Shawell village 

 and to the Watling-street road, round nearly to Catthorpe and 

 back to Shawell Wood — before reaching which he was seen 

 dead beat. Here the scent seemed to fail, and, the covert 

 being verj^ thick, he managed to slip them. 



The afternoon was marked by a most melancholy occurrence 

 in the death of Major-General Mayow, late Deputy Quarter- 

 master-General in Ireland, and one of the oldest members of 

 the Pytchley hunt. He fell dead off his horse during the run, 

 in the middle of a grass field, and while in conversation with 

 Mr. Atterbury of Welford Lodge. The latter had just re- 

 marked that they were on the wrong side of the brook ; and 

 the general replied, "Never mind, we must go along here 

 now;" when, as he finished the sentence, he suddenly fell to the 

 ground. Two doctors were at hand almost immediately ; but 

 Kfe must have been extinct before he left the saddle. It was a 

 sad shock to his many friends who were out, and who came up 

 to see the fine soldierlike figure, so long familiar, now carried 

 away lifeless to his house at Clipston. 



A BELVOIR BURST. 



Wednesday, Jan. 8th. — A good diying wind had been in- 

 dulging us for the last twenty-four hours, and the gem of the 

 week on the Melton side was with the Belvoir — a sweet burst 

 of sixteen or seventeen minutes, such as for years they have 

 been famous for. The meet was held at Saltby, chiefly with 

 a view to an old customer known to reside in Sj^roxton 

 Thorns. Coston Covert is generally drawn on the way there, 

 and no place has been more redundant of quick things in past 



