1879— so.] A PULL FROM THE PUNCHBOWL. 305 



Saturday came in with a bright sunny morning, a keen hut 

 gentle breeze, and just a suspicion of hoar frost under the 

 hedges. It was one of those mornings that told you hounds 

 must run — and, however dazzling might be the sun, it could 

 have no power in January to spoil sport. So, past hardships 

 had no place in the thoughts of the hopeful multitude who met 

 hounds at Leesthorpe. The following few names will give 

 some inadequate idea of the Cottesmore field as it turned out 

 on Saturday, and as it usually assembles this season on its 

 more fashionable side. Completeness is not aimed at; and 

 another day's list might show numberless names not now in- 

 cluded. Let it stand tliat from the Barleythorpe and Oakham 

 neighbourhood came Lord Carington, Lord Castlereagh, Mr. 

 Hugh and Lady Grace Lowther, Mr. and Mrs. Cecil Chaplin, 

 Capt. and ]Mrs. Candy, Mr. and Mrs. Clayton, Capt. R. Caring- 

 ton, Col. Gosling, Capts. Jacobson and Tryson, Messrs. 

 Gosling, G. and H. Finch, G. Noel, Westle}' Pdchards, Wing, 

 Orme, and 8. Hunt. From Melton came Sir Beaumont 

 and Lady Florence Dixie, Capt. and Mrs. G. Stirling, Mr. 

 and Mrs. G. Paget, Mrs. Adair, Marquis of Queensberry, 

 Lord James Douglas, Sir John Lister-Kaye, Col. Forester, 

 Capts. Boyce, Middleton, Smith, Beaumont, Behrens, Messrs. 

 Brocklehurst, Cre3'ke, Harter, Hill Trevor, H. and L. Flower, 

 Jones, B. Tjubbock, INIarshall, Parker, W. Younger, Capt. and 

 Miss Hartop, from Dalby ; and from various parts Lord 

 Manners, Sir R. Sutton, Sir Bache Cunard, Col. Ptilmer, Capts. 

 Barclay, Dawson, and Wallace, Messrs. Barclay, G. Cunard, 

 A. Heathcote, Herbert Flower, Hungerford, Custance, Logan, 

 Newton, Peake, Pennington, Verney, Wroughton, Sec. 



These, then, and twice as man}^ more with them, moved down 

 under the sunshine to see the Punchbowl drawn — meeting, 

 perhaps, a sharp air tliat the^' had felt nothing of as tliej' 

 rode before it to covert. For descriptive purposes it will be 

 enough to say that the Punchbowl is a warm dell in a rough 

 chain of hills, on part of which the village of Burrough is 

 perched, and on the summit of which the Piomans left an en- 



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