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had you alongside of me, and though I must 

 confess you were in the best of form. Do you 

 remember five years ago, how after dinner we 

 went to Evans's, and what a row there was ? 

 Your hat got knocked off in the melee and you 

 quietly knocked another man's off, caught it 

 and put it on ; and how after a lot of hustling 

 we got outside all right, but found that your 

 dress coat was converted into an Eton jacket. 

 As we cannot put the clock back, however, 

 ' Dum vivimus vivamus.' While we are alive, 

 let us be very much alive, to construe it freely. 

 So come without fail. 



Yours ever, 



Alfred Acton. 



By the way, you want but little kit. Simply 

 take your thinnest clothes, all your flannels, 

 and some breeches, gaiters, and boots. 



Such was the letter received on Friday, 

 June 6, by Reginald Miller from the postman 

 who overtook him as he was strolling back to 

 kennels at eight o'clock this glorious June 



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