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borne out to the letter every day. What a 

 list we might make of those we have seen 

 " going " at a time of life when, but for the 

 rejuvenating properties of hunting, men would 

 have preferred the comfort of their easy 

 chairs at home. It was but last year that I 

 was talking to the Rev. Mr. Fane, whilst 

 the Essex hounds were breaking up a fox 

 after a sharp hour's gallop. Mr. Fane was 

 then eighty-three, and always managed, some- 

 how or other, to see most part of a run ; and 

 Lord Macclesfield, who hunted the South 

 Oxfordshire for thirty years, was carrying his 

 eighty summers bravely at the Peterboro' 

 Foxhound Show this very year. Handsome 

 old Mr. Digby, too, in the Blackmoor Vale 

 country — what a delightful thing it was to 

 watch him make his way along, to such good 

 purpose that he got plenty of enjoyment out of 

 his day. Captain Philpott, R.N,, also in that 

 country, I have seen following hounds at a 

 very advanced age. And, to my mind, far 

 more wonderful still, there is a lady now 

 hunting — as I give her age my readers will, 



