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opinion of him. He had a natural genius par- 

 ticular to himself : I have seen him often recover 

 a fox in a wonderful way, when all chance of 

 hitting him again appeared hopeless. But, alas ! 

 he is no more. His great friend and ally, thank 

 God, still remains, and shines a brilliant star in 

 the Forest, — and that he may continue so for 

 many, many years, is the wish, I need not 

 add, of all who know him. If you wish to draw 

 for so worthy a character,- — a straight-forward, 

 staunch, good man, — you will be sure to find at 

 Fritham any hour of the day. 



The late Sir Edward Littleton, of Teddesley 

 Park, Staffordshire, whom we may be allowed 

 to call the last fox-hunter of the " old school,''^ 

 regularly was out at " peep of day." An old 

 friend of mine often used to hunt with him in 

 the morning, return home to breakfast, and take 

 a fresh horse and hunt with another pack at the 

 usual hour, half-past ten. On one occasion, two 

 gentlemen who were not acquainted with the 

 baronet's early hour of hunting, called at Ted- 

 desley, to inquire what time the hounds went out 

 that day, as they wished to join them : the answer 

 was, " they had been out and were returned, had 

 had a good run, and killed their fox." 



An eccentric sportsman (Old Land), who for- 

 merly kept some hounds adjoining what was the 



