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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 Ted- 

 desley 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 morn- 

 ing, 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 Teddesley, to inquire 

 what time the hounds went out that day, 

 as they wished to join them : the an- 

 swer was, " they had been out and were 



