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THE CREAM OF LEICESTERSHIRE. 



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near to him a wide spot was flown by Mr. Cart and Sir Beau- 

 mont Dixie. Others disajipeared from sight as the result of 

 bohl endeavour. Captains Boyce and Middleton were very 

 soon with the party ; and hounds took them pleasantly on 

 over this superb country till they lost at tlie village of Hoby. 



But I have written enough on this good Monday. It boots 

 not to dwell upon how Mr. Grey was caught and shaken b}' a 

 wire, at which the farmer of the land himself was on the point 

 of riding, thinking hii orders for its removal had been obeyed. 

 Nor to picture the plight of one of the gallant captams afore- 

 said, whose horse, baulked by another as he took off at a 

 difficult brook, carried him into a tree and there hung, for all 

 the world like the Golden Fleece — the simile, of course, 

 referring to the horse, not, as personal friends might surmise, 

 to the bold lancer. Of course each one volunteered his jest 

 about one avIio had so often tempted Providence being at last 

 " up a tree ;" but all heard witli pleasure that the good horse, 

 after hanging long, with head and shoulders dangling over the 

 water, and groaning bitterly, was safely sawn out of his perilous 

 perch. 



